The year of the yellow flowers

Yellow flowers

"Bye Lissy"

"Good luck with detention"

"Thanks, I'm gonna need it" I say

We walk our separate ways then I go to my locker and put in my combination. as soon I open it  I see a bouquet of  yellow flowers with a small note  right  next to them. "Eww" I pick up the flowers and held them as if they were a dirty diaper. (They smell even worst.)  and throw them in the nearest trash can. As I walk back to my locker I look at the note and read it.

Dear Brooklyn

Each of these yellow flowers resemble you. They are bright, beautiful, and delicate, but most of all they irritate my nose.

Love, Grayson

Of course he would do this...wait how the hell did he get into my locker the only person who knows my combination is Lissy. I ball up the note and through it on the floor, grab my book bag, slam my locker shut and stomp into the detention room. I slump into a desk in the back and get a piece of paper and dictionary out. Well this is just great...wonderful. At our school instead of doing homework or reading, we have to copy the dictionary.

Ms.James comes in pulling Grayson by his ear And I can't help but laugh. What has he managed to do this time. Ha he probably tried to make out with some girl in the hall.

"If you ever and I mean EVER do that again so god help me I will make SURE you will never be able to step foot in this school AGAIN!!!" Ms. James yells

"Chill out lady...its normal for boys to grab hot chicks by the ass."  He says with a smirk on his face. Then he turns to me...his brown eyes staring straight into mines for a split second, but that second felt like a eternity. I feel heat on my baby like cheeks and I knew I couldn't let Grayson see me blushing so I quickly look the other way, my heart was pounding so hard I thought he could hear it. No no no, I don't like Grayson and I never will. He is a ignorant, self centered, player that would just break my heart. I tell myself under my breath

"You like your surprise I left you in your locker sweet cheeks"

"DONT CALL ME SWEET CHEEKS YOU ASS, MY NAME IS BROOKLYN. AND HOW THE HELL YOU GET IN MY LOCKER ANYWAY."

"Woah...I thought chicks were supposed to like flowers"

"WELL I DONT, AND YOU STILL HAVEN'T ANSWERED MY QUESTION."

"SHUT UP RIGHT NOW BEFORE I GIVE YOU TWO DETENTION TOMORROW TO." Ms. James yells as we both fall silent. After thirty more minutes of detention it was time for us to go, so we both walk to our cars in silence...until

"Why don't you like flowers?" Grayson asked and for a split second acted as if he cared.

"None of your business" I speed up and get in my car. When I look back Grayson is still where I left him looking really confused. I pull out and drive home. Ugh mom is going to kill me when I get home, I think to myself. When I walk in she is sitting on the stairs...waiting there...for me.