The Complications of Having a Guy Best Friend

Chapter Two

The tall, frail woman stood in front of the classroom, occasionally shooting me glances, unable to forgive me for coming late to her class... Again. I turn to my right and Randy is sitting behind the girl next to me. She shrugs and I let out a loud sigh turning back around.

"Excuse me, Ms. Stratton, am I boring you?" Mrs. Beady said pushing her thick-lensed frames up the bridge of her nose.

"Oh, no. Not at all. I was absolutely admiring your explanation on the Civil War. Please, continue." I answered. Mrs. Beady smiled brightly, obviously unaware of my strong sarcasm. I rolled my eyes. I don't think she was too bad of a person, but I couldn't take her as my teacher, she nagged incessantly and I hated having to explain everything, especially when she could hear me.

"As I was say--," she was interrupted by a knock at the door. Through the glass, I saw our principal, Mr. Sawyer. He looked like he was speaking to someone. Mrs. Beady walked ever so slowly to answer the door. Gosh!

When she finally answered the door, the principal and her shared a few words and she let a boy in as Mr. Sawyer turned to walk away.

Holy Hotness!

I furrowed my eyebrows. Did I just think that?

Anyways, the boy that walked in wore a black V-neck and a pair of dark jeans. A pair of sunglasses was placed at the top of his perfectly cut dark hair. His bright, brown eyes stood out against his tan skin, giving him a puppy look. He rolled his bottom lip into his mouth as Mrs. Beady spoke to him. I turned to Randy, and she was really staring... Come to think of it, all the girls in the class were staring.

I turned back to Mrs. Beady as she introduced him. "Class, we have a new member in our school. Calvin Casiano. It'd be well appreciated if you were to make him feel comfortable."

"This is high school," he started. "It's not gonna be comfortable, trust me." His voice was soft, but strong. I liked the sound of his voice. Maybe he was a singer. By the way his body looked, he didn't seem to fit the jock persona, but he was fit. Dancer, maybe? Diamonds sparkled on his earlobes. Bad boy? He certainly cared for his look. I was sensing arrogance.

I noticed he was staring at me, confused.

"What?" I asked.

"You're gonna be Mr. Casiano's guide for today." Mrs. Beady answered, her hands on her hips.

Guide? Why? Ugh!

"Fine," I answered, looking at him once again. He gave Mrs. Beady a close-mouthed grin. Dimples! I am and always has been obsessed with dimples. Especially on a cute boy. Hmmm...

"Well, Calvin, you can have a seat in the back over there."

He walked past me and the light scent of his cologne filled my nostrils. It smelled really good. It had just a bit of sweetness.

***

Class had ended and Randy rushed over to me while she had the chance. Probably didn't want Calvin to hear.

She squealed softly, making me laugh. "So, the bread is on fire, right??"

"Yes, yes it is." Randy's codes were beyond ridiculous but hilarious. The bread, being Calvin, was indeed on fire, if you're catching my drift. She quickly calmed and cleared her throat.

"So, I'll catch you later, since you'll be guiding our dear classmate for the day?" She said coolly. That only meant that the bread was coming our way. She winked at me and left just as Calvin walked up to me.

"Hey," I said. "I'm Alyssa, and, um, welcome to Lakewood high. Where all your dreams come to die."

He chuckled. That's good, I made him laugh. But I honestly wasn't flirting, it was just making him laugh. Randy has been trying to get me on so many dates, but I can't... Too much. So, I kinda just stick to the friend game. No matter how cute this guy was, it wasn't enough to make my heart beat faster.