Changing For Her

Rock, Paper, Scissors

I hope you guys enjoyed the first part of my story. Leave comments about what you like, don't like, or maybe something you want to add. Also, if you want to suggest people to use for my characters. I am having a hard time choosing. I need some for James, David and Asher. I used Lucy Hale for Selena because I personally think she is beautiful. Her picture is to the right. 

The bell goes off again and we stand to go to our first period class. I do my secret hand shake with David and James as we go our separate ways. Asher and I have the same class so we walk together. The new freshman and sophomores clear the halls as we walk by, just as they shout. A flock of freshman girls walk by and I nearly choke on the girly perfume. Asher, on the other hand, doesn't seem to mind. He watches them go and turns to me with a devious grin.

"Fresh meat," he says. He looks over his shoulder again to stare at them.

"Dude, we're seniors now. We don't go after freshman anymore, they're like little kids."

"They won't be my top priority. Just a little snack on the side." I just shake my head at Ash. This guy is a riot.

Right before we reach our first class, a hand on my shoulder gives me a jump. I follow the hand up the arm to find its sexy owner. I scan Jessica's body from head to toe. Whoa, was her shirt always this low? Sweet. She notices me checking her out and gives me a seductive smile.

"I'll see ya after school, Marco." She whispers in my ear and slowly runs her hands down my chest until she rests them on the rim of my jeans. Jessica gives me quick kiss and then walks away. Ash and I both watch her as she goes.

"I'd tap that," he states.

"You'd tap anything that moves, dipshit," I joke.

"Hey, at least I wasn't the one in the Janitor's closet not too long ago with her best friend." He does have a point.

We enter the classroom and say to him, "How about this, you can have her once I'm finished?"

"Gross, leftovers. No thanks, bro." I just roll my eyes at him and take a seat in the back. We joke around for a while longer and wait for class to start.

"Why are you guys so against a disco ball at the party? Disco balls bring the whole party together!" What is it with this guy and disco balls?

"Fine, you can have your damn disco ball. I don't see --" Our party discussion is interrupted when the door opens to reveal a girl with a slip in her hand. Must be a . . .

"New girl. Nice!" Ash whispers to me.

We both realize what this means and whisper scream, "DIBS!" at the same time. Damn, a draw. Step two of dibs.

"Rock, paper, scissors, SHOOT!" I throw out scissors. Who wouldn't? They are the bomb. It's like having two little swords. Apparently Ash thinks the same way I do because we tie once again.

"Damn," we both curse under our breath.

We go again and again and again. Ash and I must be spending too much time together because we are tying every single fucking time.

"Time for step three of dibbing," Ash says. We nod our heads and take three blinks and then start the staring contest. No way am I gonna lose to this punk. Now, everyone needs to know that me and Ash are sore losers. We love competition but hate losing. When you put us together . . . oh boy, you are in for some trouble.

What stops us isn't the bell that tells us its time for class but the voice of Mrs. Remmington.

"Boys, I know you love to stare at each other, but please keep the romance to a minimum." You've just gotta love Mrs. Remmington. She's such a funny person.

"Sorry Mrs. R. No can do. I just love to stare at my little boytoy," Ash says and the class and Mrs. Remmington burst out laughing.

"She will never accept our love, Ashy. We are just too sexy." I let our a fake sniffle and hug Ash.

"You boys are just too much." Mrs. Remmington shakes her head. She loves our little bromance Ash and I got going on.

"Welcome back class. I hope you had a fantastic summer, I know I did. But now we must return back to our school setting and start off the new year. IB Calculus is a tough subject but I personally picked students whom I know would do well in my class." We all nod our heads in understanding. "Before we begin, we have a new student. She is from New York,"

"I don't know if I want dibs anymore. She's probably a Yankee fan," Ash says. He takes another look at her, "Nope, never-mind. I still want to tap that."

"Please welcome Selena Goldstein."

We're a polite class so we all say our welcomes. I cough while saying, "Yankee" loud enough for her to hear. She turns and I oh-so-subtly readjust my Red Sox hat. She gives me a little smirk as a reward and turns back to Mrs. Remmington.

"You can take your seat now, Ms. Goldstein. Right next to Mr. Lombardi. Marco?" I perk up when she says my name, "Please raise your hand so Ms. Goldstein knows where to sit." I raise my hand slowly while Selena looks around to see who she has to sit by. When her brown eyes land on me, she isn't very happy. Sheesh, all I did was readjust my hat.

"First Jessica, now this? God, you sure are a lucky bastard," Ash whispers before Selena takes her seat.

I flash him a smile and say, "Some guys are just bound to be this way, man."

By this time, Selena has made it to the seat to my left. I face her and give her a once over. Damn, she is stunning. Even though she's sitting down you can tell she had legs that go for miles. Evenly tanned, too. Bonus. Long brown hair with the same colored eyes. Maybe I'll forget about Jessica and go straight for this little yankee lover.

"Let me tell you, you're awfully lucky that you're so beautiful because I don't usually let New Yorkers sit by me," I whisper smoothly, using a voice girls tell is irresistible.

"You call it lucky, I call it unfortunate." And with that, she looks away toward the board.

Ash can barely contain his laughter when he says, "Yeah, good luck with that one, bro."