10 More Days With You (REWRITING)

Chapter 9: Leah Thatcher

      Leah could tell easily find her math books today. Her locker was still relatively neat from when she organized it the day before. But that was clearly not going to last for long. Leah tucked her books in her arm with a smile on her face and closed her locker. Leah turned to find go to class, but her path was blocked by...oh my god. Noah Mason.

      "Noah," Leah stuttered. "Um, hi?"

      "Hey Leah," A cocky smile spreads across his face. "Justin Hale is having a party on Thursday at his house. There's gonna be music and booze and stuff. It's gonna be sweet. I was wondering if - uh - if you wanted to go. With me, I mean."

      Hilarious. Another dream.

      "Leah," Nope, not a dream. "So do you want to go with me."

      This was really happening. But why would he like her? She was just a cancer-ridden emo. People like Noah didn't associate with people like Leah. It just didn't happen. Which was why she always thought that she was pathetic to dream about dating Noah. And also why she could barely speak.

      "Why?" Leah asked. Stupid. "Why do you want to go with me. Why not your girlfriend?"

      He looked down at his feet. "She broke up with me." Leah formed her mouth into an O shape. "And besides, you're pretty. And I heard the serve you gave Hunter Davidson. Pretty awesome. And sexy."

      Leah let out a little gasp. No one had ever called her that. Ever. She had only been called beautiful by her mother, and that doesn't count.

      "Um okay," Leah replied finally. "I'll go to the party with you."

      "Awesome," Noah smiled even wider than before. "I'll pick you up at eight. You don't have to dress up, but maybe wear something different than - well - that."

      That stung. Leah tried not to show it, smiling wider and nodding her head.

      "I'll see you later," Noah said. He kissed her on the cheek and walked away.

      Leah leaned against her locker in shock. What. Just. Happened. She gingerly placed her hand on the place Noah's lips had touched. Then, she remembered she had English, and she was late. She began speedwalking towards her English class. Then, a body slammed into her, sending her into a row of lockers. A sharp pain flared in her shoulder. Leah turned around to face the harasser. She already knew who it was. Hunter Davidson.

      "Can't wait to see you at the party on Thursday," He snickered. Leah walked away from him, clutching her shoulder in pain. She headed towards her English class.

      "Can you stop following me?" A voice, Hunter's voice snarled from behind her.

      Leah whirled around and looked at Hunter like he had just asked if Pete Wentz was the lead singer of Panic! at the Disco.

      "Why am I following you? Last time I checked, you are behind me."

      "Oh whatever nerd," Hunter snarled. "You know what I mean."

      "Don't call me that," Leah muttered.

      "Or what?"

      Hunter entered the classroom, followed by Leah a few seconds later.

      "Mr. Davidson, I assume," Ms. Miriam said, looking up from the laptop on her desk. "I know it's your choice whether or not to come to class now that you're legally an adult, but that doesn't mean it doesn't influence your grades."

      Her expression softened. "You've missed your first week-and-a-bit of class. You can make the decision to change that. Starting now. You and Ms. Thatcher can take the two empty seats."