THAT GIRL.

One.

FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL

Glancing down at my watch I realized I was going to be late, so I went to the office instead of my first block, to get a pass. I walked in the door, and saw the secretary wasn't there. Moving myself onto the ratty old couch, I reclined and began to tap my fingers while waiting for one of the office ladies to come back.

That's when I heard her voice, and honestly, I loved her voice, she didn't talk much, but when she did it was this kind of smoky, yet femine voice.

"Can I please change out of this photography class?! I cannot deal with a whole year of sitting beside him." She barely kept her voice even.

Then it hit me, that was the class I had with her, and because our last names are pretty close together, we would be sitting together. But why would she want to get away from me? I'd never even talked to her in our three years of highschool.

"Samantha, you know I'd love to help you here. But I've done all I could do, you're lucky it's only one class." Our principal Ms. Longly stated.

So she was supposed to have more classes with me? Interesting. But for some reason, the principal had changed it so she would only have one. That's definitely more interesting.

At this point the secretary came out from the back offices and sat down. I stood up and smiled at her, and she blushed a little, then smiled back. I couldn't help it if my smile charmed everyone.

"What can I do for you today Mr.Jones?" She said quickly.

"I just need a pass to my first block, I'm running a little late this morning." I kept grinning at her, and knew she wouldn't ask why.

"Of course. Have a nice day Mr. Jones!" She said cheerily, while passing me the pass.

"You too, Cynthia!" I said, making her blush even more, on my way out of the office.

I strolled down to my locker and shoved the books I didn't need yet in there. I heard little thumping noises coming towards me down the hallway. I closed my locker and there she was, standing with her hands on her hips, her hair neatly in a bun, a loose maroon sweatshirt, and black skinny jeans. And the maroon wedges which had been making the thumping.

"What can I do for you today miss?" I asked grinning. I figured she'd finally figured out that she wanted me.

"You. Can. Stay. The. Hell. Away. From. Me. Forever. Got it?" She said, with venom pouring into each of her words.

My face dropped, I certainly hadn't been expecting this. Groveling girls was more my thing. I'd never had girls who rebelled, because they could never resist my charm.

"What'd I do to you?" I asked, sincerely wanting to know, because hell, she was confusing me.

"You haven't done anything yet Jason. But I know exactly who you are, and how cold the ice is in your heart. So don't talk to me. Don't look at me. And I'd prefer it greatly... if you didn't ever even think of me." She whispered angrily with her bright red finger nail stabbing me in the chest.

"Well, see that's impossible because we're going to be photography buddies." I retorted, putting on a false grin. I honestly didn't like the thought of her thinking that my heart is ice cold.

"Actually, I'm going to switch places with one of your little followers, so I don't have to smell player everyday. Remember what I said Jason, and we'll both survive our senior year. Goodbye." She removed her pointer finger, and then she stalked off to whatever her first block class was.

Damn. This wasn't going to just be a challenge, this was going to turn into a perilous journey just to get in her pants, those really nicely filled out pants.

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