Monday. The day I wasn't looking forward. My first day at a new school.
I walked in to the just halls. I just wanted to it through classes and go home. I wanted the day to be a big blur.
I saw a big sign that said office in big, bold letters. I opened the door and a very handsome man said "Hello, I'm the school secretary how may I help you?" My jaw hit the floor. I was prepared for some old lady with a squeaky voice who gave you really bad tips. I was, however, not ready for this mouth-watering eye candy before me.
"Y-yes, I'm Emma Gates. I'm new. I need my schedule." He was standing up now and frantically searching his desk. "Here you go", he said handing me the piece of paper he was holding."I had this out because I knew it was your first day." His hand lingered on mine a second longer than needed. Then he winked at me.
As I looked down at the paper he'd just handed me I noticed it was my schedule, but there was a sticky note blocking my first period class. It said CALL ME! 412-879-6615!
Oh my gosh! Did the school secretary just give me his number. This is crazy. I turned around and walked back into the office.
"Excuse me, I never got your name. What is it?" I batted my eyelashes. "Mr.Smith, but you can call me Noah!" Ew! Did he really just say that. "Oh well then, Noah, I don't need this" I said as I crumpled up the sticky note and threw it at him.
"Feisty, I like it" I heard him purr as I shut the door. I knew this was going to be the weirdest experience of my life.
As I walked to my locker, I was trying to get the nasty thoughts of that man out of my head.
I scanned the numbers on top of each locker until I found mine. I basically ran to it, but inches before I got there I ran into something hard and solid and fell on my butt.
Then I felt two warm and gentle hands lift me back up. My icy gray blue eyes met their reflection. I was lost in my strangers eyes, that were a mere replication of my own, when a husky yet soft voice brought me out of my trance.
"Hey, try to be a little more careful next time, okay. What's your name?" I just tried to walk past but he wasn't having it.
I was almost to my locker when a strong arm pulled me back and pinned me to the opposite wall. My breathing intensified as a prepared to be punched or kicked or subjected to some sort of pain but it never happened.
"I asked you a question and judging by the fact that you didn't answer I'm gonna guess you don't know who I am." His cockiness was evident.
"No, I don't. I'm Emma. You're right I'm new and I'm just trying to get to my locker if you'd be so kind to let me through." I snapped back.
"Feisty" he growled
"Why does everyone keep saying that about me? Just move and let me go to my locker. You ran into me and I'm not forcing you to apologize so just go away."
He moved out of my way and after three tries opened my locker, put my bag in and headed to my first period.
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First Day
أدب المراهقينVanessa was new to Spire high school, but everyone there would come to know her as the name she's had for the past few years, Emma. Her dad is a CIA agent and she and her mom were constantly moving to keep his identity a secret. Vanessa, now Emma di...
