"Whoever you are, you have 5 seconds to run away or-" I stopped talking once I turned and saw the culprit that was behind all the chair kicking. I looked back at Ricky and Casanova, wondering if I was dreaming.
Standing right in front of me was 'God...
I think I just died and went to heaven. Just kidding. With all the crap I got up to back home, Heaven wasn't an option.
I looked up in down at the boy in front of me quickly assessing his appearance.
Red and Black Flannel Plaid shirt unbuttoned with sleeves rolled up.
Grey Henley shirt underneath with the three buttons open clung to his chest making me dizzy.
The guy must work out with the way that shirt is-
PG rated. Keep thoughts PG rated. I chanted in my head.
Grey beanie on his head, with dark brown wavy hair peeking out obviously styled to perfection.
Black jeans that sculpted his a-
PG rated. PG rated. PG rated.
Black motorcycle boots.
Wearing nerd glasses, that allowed me to still see his light brown eyes. Which were now staring intently at my face.
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Crap did I just eye rape him? Great now he's going to think I was eyeing him, which I totally was. But yeah. I probably looked plain creepy.
"You okay?" Hottie asked taking a cautious step towards me allowing me to inhale his cologne. Yeah I'm definitely a creep.
"I'm Perfect. Your Perfect." I said breathlessly. He raised his eyebrows at what I said.
"Shoot" I whispered to myself looking down staring at my hee-moms' heels.
"Ricky Mason Haines. My office!" A deep voice bellowed out making me jump, I turned my head to look at the ass who ruined the moment of my 'Love Story' in the making. Damn now I sound like Mel. I saw a man in his mid-forties, wearing a crisp new looking beige suit with a light blue striped button up shirt and a dark grey tie with brown formal shoes.
"Give me a second!" Hottie Haines yelled back in an annoyed tone still looking at me.
I moved my hand away from my head quickly brushing my hair out of my eyes.
"You sure you're alright?" He asked looking at me with a small smile.
Damn where was my bold, cocky, confident normal self when I needed it. That's right back home, after mom had me wear a skirt and heels.
"Now!" The Principal said walking over towards us. He looked at me for a second and frowned, he either figured out who I was or my skirt was pushing school fashion regulations.
I mean I didn't look like a slut.
"You must be Katrena Valentine." He said my name with a grimace.
That Damn Old Geezer transferred my folders of all the frequent visits I made in the Principals office to this school. Perfect.
"And you are?" I asked acting as if I didn't see him come out of his office. I didn't acknowledge that yes, I was Katrena Valentine. Cos he already knew with the way he was looking at me as if I was going to be a nuisance to him. Which I was planning on doing.
