i get on my bike, practically the whole school is staring at me. but i ignore it, before i could start my bike there he is. right in front of me. i take my helmet off. "that was a pretty gutsy move" he says in a deep voice. "she pushed me, i only defended myself" i say simply. he looks amused "i meant everything, challenging Britney, the queen bee." "look. i dont need your advice, i can handle myself." i say annoyed.
"i never caught your name." i raise an eyebrow to this debating whether or not i hould give him the satisfaction of knowing my name "Jamie." i say ptting my helmet back on before he could say anything else. i looked at him carefully studing his features. i started my bike and rode off. leaving whatever his name was standing there. He had dirty blonde hair and dark eyes. it made him look mysterious, he was buff but not a gross kind. he had a nice smile and full lips. he was hot.
i walked into the house, its not my home, it never will be. i barley acknowledged anyone. rethinking the events from today, my foster mom walks in. "Hey, howd it go today?" i eye her cautiously. "i punched a girl" i expected her to be pissed and disgusted. "what did she do?" she sounded intrested. "she pushed me." she actually looks amazed, "dont let anyone screw with you, the girls around here are mean, why do you think i dont associate in there stuff." i smiled a half smile. ive been here a week and she seems intrested somewhat, shes nice and all but theres not a lot of food, maybe she was short on cash or whatever. "if you need anything, help yourself" and wih that she was gone.
i stared at the ceiling for a while just thinking. My mine kept going back to those dark brown eyes, out was hard to read them what he was thinking or feeling. but it didn't stop me from trying.
