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12th Grade

"Mom let me go back to sleep. I'm so tired!"
"Then you shouldn't have gone to bed so late!" She snaps.
"Go get dressed for school. Today is your first day in 12th grade!" She squeals. Aghh sometimes my mom acts too much like a teen. She always talks about boys and all. She's cool but sometimes its kinda weird.
I decide to listen to her and go get dressed. I'm ready in an hour. I put on my pair of white converse, black skinny jeans and a grey polo shirt. I decide to let my hair flow, I won't tie it up. Its black and wavy. I look at myself in the mirror and I think I look pretty good.
"Mom I'm going. I'm going to be late. See you later!"
I don't wait for her response because I'm already running late. I get to school and I'm ten minutes late for my English class with Mr Gerald. I can see his bald head in class through the window and I know he's started teaching. "What should I do. Mmmm I'll just knock and apologise for being late."
I finally gather up enough courage to knock at the door. "Come in" I hear him say as I walk into class. " I'm so sorry in late Mr Gerald. It won't happen again. I promise." I say, hoping he forgives me. "Its fine. Take a seat." He says. I'm so relieved. 39 minutes into our English period, there's a knock on the door. Mr Gerald stops teaching and says " Come in." In his tiny voice. Its kind if funny hearing his voice. I force my self not to laugh.
"Well hello! I'm Mr Gerald. Welcome to our class. You are?"
"Alexander  King."
"The new guy is so hot!" I keep hearing girls say that. They're all smiling seductively. Is disgusting. Our school should have all the whores in Kansas. Anyway back to the new guy. He's reply was blunt. He left no room for further explanations. "Thank you for the introduction, please take a seat near Miss Stephen Crayford near the back," Mr Gerald says.
When the new guy is told to sit next you its like you're forced to be friends. You have to show them around, they become your partner for every project , in every subject. I feel so bad for that girl. Mmm wait did he just say Stephen Crayford. Agh that's my name.
I take a better look at him as he sits on the desk next to me. He's gorgeous. Sleek black hair, Caribbean blue eyes, defined jaw, cutes freckles, he's amazing. And he looks hotter whenever he runs his hand through his hair. "Uhm are you Stephen?" Oh my goodness, he caught me staring. I'm sure he noticed how wide my eyes became when I noticed that he caught me.  His voice is deep and husky. Stephen, stay focused. "That's me."
"Nice to meet you,l. I'll talk to you later then,"he said it as a statement so " OK."
Let's turn to page.........
I zoned out before Mr Gerald could finish his sentence.
Finally its time for art. I pack my books as soon as I hear the siren. I'm about walk out of class when I remember that I have to show Alexander around the school. "Ughhh," I groan cause in a bit frustrated today. I look back and I catch him staring at me. I automatically blush. Aghh I hate it when I blush. I hope he didn't see me blush. I turn around and find him smirking. Oh no he saw me. I clear my throat before asking him "What class are you supposed to have now?" "Mmm art."
Oh my goodness he takes art too.
"Uhh can you please stop staring?" He caught me again. "Oh I'm sorry,"I say," let's go then."
We walk in a comfortable silence. We don't need to say anything.
As soon as we get to class I show him where the art supplies are and we get to work. We are doing Mosaic's today. "Welcome to the 12the grade everyone. I'm Mrs Smith and I'll be teaching you in art this year. I hope we'll get along. So today we are doing....." I zone out as usual because I've done all of this already. I went to an art school I'm Paris when I was in the 10th grade and I remember everything. I notice that the class I decorated with different types of art. Photography, food art, mosaics, architectural art, pottery, everything. Its amazing. They are on every wall. The word project caught my attention.".........you'll be working I'm pairs. Miss Crayford with Mr ... King" shee says. "Oh yes Miss Crayford with Mr King...." She went on and on but all I could think about is my new project partner. "Okay, what's the plan." No reply. "Helloo"?" No reply. I'm getting even more frustrated. "If this is going to work we are going to have to communicate," I said. He finally answered me. "Okay." And he walks away. To say I'm shocked is an understatement. From smirking to some stupid angry mood. I hope we can work things out.