THAT GIRL.

Four.

THE SECOND DAY OF SCHOOL 

As I walked into school on the second day, I was already bored. All the same girls running around, gossiping, all the guys trying to get a girl. The funny part was that I didn't even have to try. Most girls came up to me during lunch and asked me what I was doing later. I had to just get all their numbers because I was going to hangout with Carly this afternoon. But to help the others guy I out, I gave them a few of the girls numbers.

As the day drew to a close, I was so ready for Photography class, even though I hadn't seen Samantha all day. I would never admit it to anyone, but I was really excited to see her, even though she'd probably piss me off. I figured my charm would eventually get her, it would just take longer than usual.

As I entered the room, I greeted Mr. Hoffman, and looked towards my seat, there she was, sitting there, glaring at the table again. Sighing I walked over, set my stuff down and just looked at her. She was wearing a purple PINK sweatshirt, baggy of course, with a pair of sweatpants and sneakers. She looked different, like she had just got out of bed and arrived at school.

"What's up beautiful?" I said layering on the sweetness in my voice.

"If you want to have children, stop talking to me. RIGHT. NOW." She whispered fiercely, I could tell she was in an even worse mood than yesterday but I hadn't even seen her yet today. So it definitely couldn't be my fault, I hoped.

"Look, I don't know what I did to piss you off today, because I haven't even seen you all day, but--" At this point I stopped talking because she tore her eyes away from the table abruptly, and stood up, having to look up at me, yet still inflicting her fierce rage with her blue eyes.

"Jason. For once, you're right. You haven't seen me all day. So you're correct, it's not your fault. Ya know what is you fault though?" She paused, and I just stared at her blankly, not having an answer.

"Breaking all these girls hearts, because all you care about is sex. You have no idea what beautiful is, because you've never taken the time to look past the outside of a girl. You've never gotten to know what an actual beautiful girl is like. You are the second biggest douchebag I know. And you know it too, hell you own it! Like it's something to be proud of! You walk down these halls, like you're a god... but you know what's gonna happen after you get out of this place?!" She paused, just to catch her breath, making it obvious that question was rhetorical.

"You are going to become a loser, even if you go on to be in NFL, you're going to end up with some model wife, who doesn't love you, but loves your money, and a kid who will hate you for never spending time with them, and you will be absolutely miserable... until the day you die." At this point she just sat down, and put her arms on the table, then plopped her head onto them, as if that whole rambling had taken a lot out of her.

That was when I looked around and saw everyone had come and started staring, I became pissed, how could she embarss me in front of all these people. Who did she think she was?!

"You know what Samantha?" I started, my voice quivering with the anger I was trying to hold back.

"That's a lot coming from the girl who has no friends, hasn't had even one boyfriend in the past three years, and walks around like she's too good for this place! Let me tell you something, you're going to be a loser, not me, because I will actually have relationships in my life, and you will be by yourself doing your art or whatever, alone. Forever, because you can't even take the time to say hello to the people you've been going to school with for the past three years. You can't risk any of us, messing up your perfect little life! So what if I walk down the halls like I'm a god or whatever?! You're mistaking being friendly for that. You're just jealous because I have a lot of people, and you... have no one. " I stopped there, and when she raised her head to look at me, I saw the glint of the tear in her eye. I just picked up my stuff and stormed out.

I was too pissed to care if I had hurt her feelings, I just stormed out of the room, and started walking to the parking lot. There was no way in hell I was going to deal with that bullshit for another hour. I was not whatever she called me, I did have a heart, so what I didn't stay with girls long, at least I could say I'd been in a relationship, and had friends to hangout with every weekend. When I reached my car, I threw my bag in and just sat in my seat, staring at the wheel. Then I turned to my side and punched the passenger seat, as hard as I could. Letting out the deep breath I had been holding in, I sighed heavily.

How could a girl like her do this to me, completely embarass me in front of my friends, and then make me feel guilty for standing up for myself?

Feeling a bit more confused then angry, I sighed heavily and I turned on the car, driving towards home.

Hi! So how was that one? Too little, too much? I was wondering if I should do Samantha's p.o.v.? Would anybody be interested in that? Leave a comment below on whatever you think! Criticism accepted(: