It's finally Friday which gives me motivation to get out of bed. I take my long hair out of the side braid I put it in last night so I have long beach waves. I change into fitting skinny dark washed jeans and an old red soccer t shirt from sophomore year. I apply some mascara and brush my teeth before heading out to my truck to see a set of curls pulled back in a bandana leaning against my truck causing me to stop in my tracks.
"Get off of her." I say bluntly. He grins and looks down at the ground before getting off of it. "What do you want?"
"I need a ride to school, I get my car today after school so this will be the second to last time I ask you for a ride."
"Why isn't it the last" I question
"I'll need a ride to the place to pick up my car, duh."
"Ha. You're funny if you think i'm doing that." I say pushing him out of my way and opening the door and jumping in. The passenger door opens and he jumps in too. I look at him and roll my eyes at his wink. We make our way to school in silence which is how I like it. I park and start walking into school without waiting for him. a few seconds later I feel his presents next to me.
"Why do you walk so fast?" He asks trying to keep up with me
"Because i'm waiting for you to get the hint, new kid." I glance at his stare toward me and he slows his pace down and eventually stops walking as I continue.
I put my stuff in my locker and head to first period. I put my headphones in my ears and blast Hinder. Their music gets through to me in many different ways and helps me forget somethings in my head.
I doodle in my notebook as all the students walk into class. New kid walks in and takes a seat next to me, looking at me with that annoying grin. I look up at him and make eye contact with him... His eyes are a warm yet striking green that pulls me. Usually making eye contact with someone isn't something I feel uncomfortable with, but looking at his eyes, I don't feel uncomfortable at all. He continues his look into my blue eyes, and his grin vanishes. His lips are slightly open with his eyes switching back and forth between my left and right eye.
Stop Jaylynn, look away... Right now.
I break it and look back down at my doodling. I was hypnotized... I was never looked at like that and made me get a pressure in my stomach. I suddenly feel a wave of heat smack me in the face. My chest begins to feel heavy and my heart beats loud enough for me to hear it and feel it through my chest.
"Can I go to the bathroom." I ask and just walking out of the room before Mr. Hall has time to answer me. I walk down the hall, cutting the corner to the back of the hall and opening the back door and feel the cool breeze hit me, swinging my hair back. I place my hands on my knees and breathe.
"Calm down Jayjay...Its okay" The voice of my dad says in my head, soothing me. I walk over to the wall of the school and lean against it, dropping to the floor. I keep my eyes up, looking at all the fields. A tear creeps down from my right eye but I whip it away before it passes my nose. I stand up and walk across the baseball field to get to my home. I stand in the middle of the soccer field and stare at the big white goal. I just stand there, taking in the fresh air, remembering and replaying images and scenes in my head of 10 months ago.
My thoughts are cut off when I feel eyes on me. I turn my head toward the school see new kid standing 20 feet from me.
"Hall wanted me to tell you to come back to class."
I stand there looking at him, with the wind hitting my body. I stay silent acouple seconds, just looking at him.
I eventually build up the strength to move my feet and walk past him to the school without saying a word. I walk my entire way back in, without looking back. I make it into the class room and sit down in my seat. Seconds later, the bell rings the same time that new kid walks back into the classroom.
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