trouble::cth

002

Alaska
"Woah, calm down Kim."

Kim was having a small panic attack at the moment; her crush since like forever just asked her on a date.

"Okay repeat yourself slowly."

"Michael just asked me, Kimberly Fitzgerald, on a date."

"No."

"Yes ."

"Michael Clifford, the little brown haired boy back in primary school?"

"Lets just say his hair isn't exactly brown anymore."

"He dyes it?"

"Maybe an eyebrow piercing. "

"Mhm let me guess and a tattoo."

"Yeah." she blushes.

"Seems like that dude I was admiring two days ago."

"Yeah not exactly, you see he isn't good, at all. Michael isn't a "bad boy" at all."

"Uhuh."

"He actually is at the top of his class."

"Maybe mystery guy is too."

"As if."

"Okay tell me what his average is."

"I don't know. "

"Then don't be so quick to judge."

"Im telling you Alaska, stay away, I don't want you to get hurt."

"I know how to protect myself."

"Where are you going? Alaska! Don't you dare-and youre not listening." I already have gotten up and started walking to him, yup, everyone is quick to judge.

"Hi." you had exactly three minutes to think of something to say and all you have is " hey"

Might as well say "I have a pet hamster that ate its own babies once."

He didn't reply but looked somewhat amused.

I sit down at the table, which was empty, and I swear Im not even kidding, all eyes on us.

"What? " I snap loudly at them and they all averted their gazed, some freshmen didn't understand what was happening.

"Im Alaska."

"I know." his voice was thick and deep.

"But I just told you."

"How could you possibly know?"

"You were at my house last night."

"How-wait. Youre joys son?"

"Yeah." his answers were quick and expressionless.