Restoration

CHAPTER 3 Avery

“That was the last thing I needed this morning. I mean, first my mom chews my ear off for coming in late last night from work, you’re late this morning, and then that jerk cutting us off and treating us like a piece of meat.” Zoey grumbled. She always has something to say about something.

“Z, I didn’t mind it that much. He’s fine. We’re fine. Calm down. So, what’s your first class of the day?” I said, trying to change the subject.

“Spanish with Kellner. I hear she’s a hard ass.” She replied.

“I have her too! Thank god. A friend.” I said thankfully. We split off to go to our lockers. I noticed Owen was at my locker, standing there with it open, as usual. “Hey there.”

“Hi beautiful, how was your weekend?” he said.

“It was alright. Zoey had a fight with her parents again…”

“Oh that’s too bad…” he said, uninterested. Course he wouldn’t be interested, it has nothing to do with me. “So, Mom said we can hang out next weekend, but we can only go to the concert.”

“Oh. Well that’s fine. At least we can hang out for a little bit.” I said with a forced smile. Owen was the lead rhythm guitarist in his band, and I always thought guitar players were sexy. They have a concert this weekend, and I was excited to see him play. He was fun to hang out with, believe me, there was never a boring moment, but sometimes he couldn’t keep his hands off me, and it got frustrating. He helped me get the rest of my books, and we hung out at my locker until the first period bell rang.

“Bye baby, have a great day!” Owen cheered.

“Thanks! Bye.” I replied. I walked down the hallway to my class, and ran into some kid, with a really hard shoulder. “Ouch!"

“Oh shit! I’m sorry, are you all right?” the guy said. He helped me pick up my books, and as we both looked up simultaneously, our eyes met, and I realized that it was the same guy who was in the shitty Accord from earlier.

“Oh. It’s just you.” He remarked. “Thought about that offer yet?"

“No! Go annoy someone else with your pointless flirting trip to get your manhood back.” I said back with a smart-ass tone. Two can play at this game.

“Ooh. You’re a little grumpy.” He said flatly.

“Hmm, I wonder why? I started off my day with some cocky jerk taking my spot.” People at Driftwood DON’T like people parking in their spots. I think it’s just some macho territorial thing, but the bottom line was, this guy needed to learn the difference between his old, lame school, and the new personal hell of a place I’d make for him. “Listen, whatever your face is, people here, DO NOT like it when other losers park in their spot. Fair warning to the new guy.” I said smartly.

“Well, I’ll be sure to be careful. Thanks for watching out for me.” He said with a wink. I don’t like this guy. He’s stubborn, arrogant, and annoying. I’m supposed to be the winner here. Not him. Me. No one smart-ass’s back, only cause their not as good, but this guy. He’s better than I thought. Shit. No, I’m still in this dammit.

“Hah, don’t get too full of yourself. I watch out for all the new people. Just cause I’m a nice girl. And I like a challenge. So, don’t feel too special big boy.” I snapped back. Then, before he could reply, I turned around, flipped my hair, and scampered off. Continuing to class with a smirk on my face.

I walked into the class, and sat by Zoey, and she immediately stated that she saw me and that guy talking.

“I saw you and jerk face talking. What’d he say to you? Was he threatening you? Was his voice really deep, and scary?” she quizzed.

“Nothing too important, just being cocky and annoying. No he didn’t threaten me, and no. His voice is just annoying and creepy. I said that I looked out for all the new kids, and he shouldn’t feel too special.” I replied, obviously annoyed at all the questions.

“Well Avery, I don’t like him. He seems really creepy and I think you should stay away from him. I see that spark of a challenge accepted in your eyes, and I’m worried.”

“Don’t worry Z, I’ll snap him like a twig. And that’s a promise.”