I grimaced as I glimpsed my reflection in the mirror. My black hair was disheveled and tangled, my blue eyes bloodshot.
Oh boy, do I hate mornings.
I brushed my hair into it's usual "messy but not" look and... yah know... woke up.
Sliding into some black skinny jeans and a blue shirt with '2 cool 4 school' printed on it in white Helvetica. I tugged on my royal blue high tops and jogged downstairs, grabbing an apple and my brown school bag, ready to start school...
Bitch please.
I had heard some not so nice rumors about this local school and I wasn't really expecting to be very popular with these vicious, malevolent, people.
"Bye ma." I called, shutting the door and starting off down the street.
"Bye sweetie!" I faintly heard my mother call, *sigh* mothers.
.........................
The dark red double doors opened condescendingly, revealing a long hallway full of rowdy teenagers.
As I walked slowly through the hallway, murmurs surrounded me.
'He's hot'
'Who's he'
'Looks fit'
I smirked at the last one. Nice to know someone thinks so.
"Oof!" I cried as someone ran into me, knocking us both over.
"Agh. Watch where you're going." I stood up and glared at the person who had not-so-nicely bumped into me.
"Oh." My gaze softened as the girl infront of me quivered violently.
"Ariana?" She waved.
'Hello' was written shakily on the familiar yellowing white board.
"Here." I handed her the thick black frames that had fallen to the floor, placing them on her face. It was then I realized how gorgeous she was.
Not to be cliche or anything but she had quite long red hair, even if it was mildly curly, a cute button nose, nice chocolaty brown eyes, plump red lips and full pink cheeks.
Oh.
She was blushing, catching me checking her out.
"Haha, sorry Ari." I blushed too.
"Can you show me where the office is?" She nodded and motioned for me to follow her.
I ignored the stares and whispers, daringly latching my arm around her waist and causing her to go as red as a tomato.
Logan: 1 School: 0
