My smile almost disappeared as i pulled my Harley into the school parking lot, but i quickly recovered my smile. Today is supposed to be a different me. I parked in the same spot i had last year. I'm not too keen on change, unless it is absolutely necessary.
Hopping off Harley i glanced at the group of guys to my right. They stared back and i swear to whatever god is up there some of them might have drooled, seeing this made my smile widen and my hands reached to twirl a strand of hair between my fingers. Old habits die hard i guess. I pulled a piece of gum out of my purse and chewed it rather slowly, reveling at the taste of mint.
I walked up to the school ready to take the day by storm. Literally. No one has seen my new transformation. I walked into my first class, AP English. Mr. Carrickson. I've heard he is the most lenient, hilarious teacher. So i'm rather glad at that. One less class i have to worry about right?
Sitting in the front row, middle column i pull out my black notebook and write in silver sharpie AP ENGLISH. Happy with my writing i open to the first page and write the date, along with the notes about how the class works, which was written on the front board in red dry-erase marker. Such a teacher color.
I glanced at the door as a student walked in. No other than Jake in the flesh. I mentally slapped myself for forgetting he was number 2 in the junior class last year. Ha. I still win Jake. He sees me but i don't think he quite remembers who i am considering the smirk he has given to so many others before. Sorry but i am not falling for that. Been there, done that. Worst thing i have ever done in my life. He does the most ridiculous thing and sits right next to me. Since we don't have desks, we have lab tables basically, he has to sit even closer. I can smell his cologn. The same one he has worn for 3 years.
Jake taps my shoulder and i turn my head slowly to look at him. His signature smile forms, showing his white teeth and full lips. Yes. I did say that. He may be Jake but i can still appreciate the art of an attractive male.
"Hello sunshine, i have never seen you around here before. You new little girl?" I wanted to gag. But i smiled sweetly.
"Nope just a new me is all, what about you? Are you new here?" I flirted, purring at him. I wanted him to flirt. I wanted him to show me he cares. Only so he could give me his heart. Only to 'accidentally' let it slip between my fingers. Hey. Blood is slippery afterall!
"Not at all, been in these halls for my fourth year now doll." His smiled widened at my open flirting. God i hate you Jake.
I tore a piece of paper out of the back of my notebook and wrote my number on it. Not my name. That would give me away and i was not ready for that just yet. I slid it to his side of the table. He picked it up and smirked.
The bell ramg, signifying we had 6 minutes to get to our next class. AP World History. An easy A. I've alwayd had an aptitude for history. I loved it with a passion, almost more than i loved ready fiction, but not quite.
