Secrets, Secrets Are No Fun

Chapter Two: The New Boy

I heard him gulp from where I was sitting, but he tried covering it up with a loud cough. His fingers gripped his curls and he walked over to his desk where the attendance papers were. He began, calling names in alphabetical order. He politely called names out and kids raised their hands as if to salute him for pronouncing them correctly. He paused before saying mine, "Felicity Sampson?" I raised my hand slowly as our eyes locked. I batted my lashes away seeing as they were distracting him from calling out the rest of the list.

"Jett Samuels?" No one answered, so he repeated himself louder. As soon as he was about to mark an A for absent, the wooden door flew open. A tall guy entered smoothly, his lips turned into a smirk and his shoulders cocked back.

"And to think, I thought I wasn't going to be the only late new kid." He strode towards me slipping into the empty chair to the right of me. Guess he couldn't read my brain...

"You're Jett I may presume?" Cliff asked, his cheeks hot.

"'I may presume?' What are you? Some old ass guy? Who says stuff like that now?" He started laughing and a couple of the jocks joined in.

"And who's late on the first day? Some stupid ass like you?" I said, turning to face him. I knew Cliff couldn't make a remake like that or he might get fired. I had to stand up for him even if it meant looking into eyes darker blue than the deepest part of the ocean. Wow, I certainly didn't notice them when he walked in.

"And who are you? Teacher's pet 'I may presume'." Damn. I was going to be the bigger person and just ignore his comment.

And so did Cliff, "Hello students and welcome to eleventh grade English. My name is Mr. Holyfield," he paused, "now this is a list of books we're going to read during the semester..." He started handing out papers row by row. I got mine and read the list slowly, not knowing any of these books or their authors. I glanced up when Jett got his. His dark brown hair swished violently as he ripped the paper into shreds. How old was he? Six? He blew the remaining tiny piece at me, smirking the entire time afterwards. I ignored him.

Cliff began to go over procedures and rules. The last time I was going to hear them today, thank goodness. Jett however, much needed to hear these said rules because he was bound to break them within this week. A bubble popped right in my ear. I turned to my right and Jett looked innocently out the window, jaw unmoving. Ignoring him was going to be my goal for the next one hundred and eighty days. How hard could it be?

"Yo, girlwithbigtits!" He whispered, leaning closer to me.

I didn't understand a word he said, so I turned to look at him. He was not looking at me. Well, at where I thought he should be looking. Instead, he was taking an eyeful of my chest. He groaned a little when I shoved my jacket over them. He still shifted uncomfortable in his chair grasping at his pants trying to pull them down. Can you say ew? No girl could poss--

The whole classroom exploded into different voices. High and low. Annoying or snobby. I looked down confused, then it dawned on me. I had missed the rest of Cliff's lecture because I was paying attention to Jett. Hell, how was I going to ignore his crude comments?! Ten more minutes for today. I could do today. I could handle him for the rest of today.

Avery, Lila, and Kloe all walked up to Jett, batting their eyelashes and playing with the edges of their tight tops hoping to grab his attention. They began conversation, but none seemed to hold his concentration because every so often, he would wink at me hotly. The three girls eventually caught on and gave me an evil glare forcing me to shrug my shoulders and pack my bag up. The announcements came on and Cliff shushed them down.

"Jett, Felicity, please come see me after the bell." A series of 'oh' followed his statement. As soon as the bell rang, the elephant herd stomped out eager to meet up with their friends Giraffe and Zebra at the watering hole. I left my bag at my desk and walked up coyly along side with Jett. Jett's smirk had turned into a frown that made him look the same age he was acting. His lips were pulled into a thin line and his arms crossed in front of his broad chest.