Two Idiots and A Girl

Sparks

CHAPTER 2

*CRAIG'S POV*

She actually thinks I am looking at her? Such a feeler. Who would look at a girl with brown hair tied up and a pale face? Nothing like that Bridget we bumped into earlier.

I looked up at the tarpaulin. There it is again, my father's image with his hands on his chest, on the side of the community announcements. All about the improvement of health centers and hospitals. My father put up the clinic in our school and helped with the improvement of the Science Lab. To be honest, even though I am his son, I wanted to be normal like other kids in here, not the one who has all the attentions. But being the son of a known well-off family, I had to bear its consequences, my privacy.

I sighed and went back to my locker, all eyes were on me, and as usual I played with them. Walking with my chin up and manlier.

I can hear whispering from guys who probably were envying on me now, or jealous, because their girlfriends were shrieking whenever I am around. What can I do, I'm hopeless. How can I change this damn good -looking face I'm wearing right now? It's costly to have a plastic surgery, might as well enjoy the benefits of it.

Just as I'm about to open my locker, I heard someone shout my name. I did not mind it at first. I closed my locker and began walking the opposite direction from the shouting voice. Then I'm surprised by a sudden spank at my back.

"Hey!" Oh, it was Zoe. I can't help but laugh at her face.

"Did you do this?"

"Uhhh--"

"Oh yes! Who else can do this to me? It's only your first day Mr. Trevor, and you reached the quota fast huh? Great!" Zoe said throwing her hands in the air.

No. It's not me. "I did not. I can trip you off many times, whenever or wherever. But I am not the one who will write on a girl's face just to make fun." I answered sincerely, maybe. Then a blurted out a laugh making her madder.

"Nice try Trevor." She almost threw her fist by my cheeks and brought her face close to mine, causing me to step back. She left a raging look at me then turned her back and drifted away.

She's tough, she almost scratch this perfect face. She threatened me. She's plain, pale and not the type of girl I was looking for. But she's kinda cute up close. Oh well.

I went home and slouched on my bed. Who would do that to her? I honestly did not, I swear. Whoever that was, she or he had the guts to mess with Keaton on a higher level.

I was startled by my ringing phone. I picked it up and saw an unregistered number on the screen.

"Yellow!' I greeted.

"You have plans tonight? Maybe we can go out, what do you say?" A girl's voice pleadingly asked.

"Ohhhh, so you wanna hang out with me then? I think my guess is right, now you're crushing on me. Haha! Well, if you keep asking maybe I'd say yes." I replied proud.

"Come on Craig, who wouldn't want to go out with you, you are hot, dreamy, and rich! Well, except for that guidance girl I guess. Uhm, whatever! So? You doin' something tonight?" Now the pitch of the voice seemed familiar.

"Wha--? Who are you?" I uttered confused.

"This is Bridget. Sorry if I called so sudden."

"Sorry I have plans for tonight, I'm hanging up." I dropped down the call.

Idiot. Who was I expecting to call? That Keaton? By the sound of that conversation, maybe yes. I'm thinking of that girl since I got home. That plain old boring girl who always stuck herself in books and guidance things, and accused me of the troubles today.