In the Eye of the Virgo

Chapter 2

    "Sorry, I'm not going to follow through with that plan. You already wasted my time. Now, if you'll just excuse me from this conversation. . ." I barked at him as I walked away. Brody's continuous pleas chased after me as I walked. I tried to hold my ground as I fought back fresh tears that formed in my eyes-making it hard to see where I was going.

The nerve of that boy though! The idiocy that he portrayed! Did he take me for a girl that would fall at his feet? The nerve of him!I was fuming. I could feel my face turn to the dark shade of a beet. The question the boy asked me echoed in my brain and sent shivery tingles up and down my spine.

"Do you think you would act as if you were my girlfriend to make my ex jealous? All you would have to do is flirt with me and maybe kiss me on the cheek." I recalled as I took a seat at the very back of the class. Language Arts was one of my favorite subjects, that was until the teacher had me go up to the front of the class.

"Mayla Rose? Will you please come up to the front of the class and introduce yourself? While you're up here, could you also explain to the class about what the rules of capitalization are? Thank you!" I shyly got up from my desk and walked to the front of the class. I cleared my throat and introduced myself as Mayla Rose and where I was from.

Then, I proceeded to the rules of capitalization. I got some bored stares and some paper airplanes thrown at me, but I made it out alive. I couldn't help but think, Why did I have to do this, of all people? 

  I flew back to my seat and covered my burning face with my arms. I felt many eyes on me as I did so. I hoped that they soon would look away but yet, they didn't. It wasn't until the teacher, Miss. Drafgon came up to the front of the class in her high heeled shoes. Many of the boys gawked at her bare legs that peaked out of her skirt. Disgusted by what a forty-five year old would still wear, I turned away.

Perverts! That's what they are! Is there no boy in this school that is respectful and kind? Is there a boy here that treats girls like queens and not like toys? My mind ricocheted back to earlier today. That boy, ugh! His words will forever haunt me!

'Okay, here's the thing, you see that girl over there? The tall blonde chick with the rhinestone flats?' He had asked pointing at the girl. I turned around and saw who he was talking about. When I turned to face him, he chuckled and continued. 'I need you to act like my girlfriend, you know, hug, flirt, kiss me.' He said with raised eyebrows.

I felt my cheeks burn from the memory. I hated how that boy treated me and you just met! I wished that I was at home, reading my favorite book. But unfortunately, I was here, at this school. I felt eyes on me, so I looked over my right shoulder and caught someone's gaze. He had black hair with green eyes, naturally tanned skin, and a semi-white smile.

I wasn't one for crushes, but this one hit me-hard. It was as if a bus came at me at-full speed-and hit me. I tried to hold the panic inside of me and put on a friendly face, but of course, luck was no where near being on my side. I saw laughter in the boy's eyes and felt something flutter inside of my chest.