The Dream

Chapter 3

I somehow manage to suffer through the rest of the morning. School was never really my thing, and just to my luck, no one, absolutely no one, has talked to me yet. Or even smiled or gave a friendly gesture, or something! All I got was glares, some curious, some menacing.

I pick up a bright blue lunch tray and grab a burger. I eat lunch alone. All I can get my mind to think about is that boy in the office. He was so, well, hot. I wonder if he would like me back. Nah, he wouldn't. That would be a dream come true. His pitch black, long, straight hair. His grey eyes. His teasing smile. Even his nose ring made him more attractive, and I was never the type of girl to go for bad boys.

"Hi there, noob", I hear an almost familiar voice.

I look up, and there he is. Trent.

"Uhm, hi", I say nervously.

He glides to the other side of the table, his black hair flopping as he takes his seat.

"I'm Trent, and you are?"

"Malea", I say cautiously.

"Nice to meet you, Malea", he says with a sly grin spread across his cheeks.

I give him one of my famous smiles, and awkwardly just sit there, not knowing what to say, or do.

"You're nervous, the awkward type", he says.

"I guess you could say that", I reply, my legs shaking with nervousness.

Someone calls his name and he looks around nervously. He stares straight into my eyes, fear pouring from his nervous expression.

"Well, it was nice to meet you, Malea", he says suddenly as he stands up and throws a piece of paper on the table as he strides away.

I pick up the folded paper and read the inside. His number is scrawled across the slip.

Did he seriously just give me his number?

I trudge through the rest of the day, hoping to catch a glimpse of Trent. I walk into my eighth class, Literature. My favorite class. I look around and find a seat near the front of the room. I take out my notebook, ready to take all the notes I possibly can. That's when I hear his voice beside me.

"Hey there, noob. Looks like we have the same class", he says.

I turn around quickly, a little too quickly, and bump my arm on the wooden desk, hitting my funny bone and making me screech in pain.

"Are you ok?" he says with a mocking grin.

"Yeah, I'll be fine", I say while clutching my right elbow in pain.

He laughs an almost evil laugh and sits on the desk right next to mine.

An old woman walks out of her office room. The class settles down and she silently goes to the front of the board and writes her name on the board.

Ms. Jonsan

"Hello class, I am Ms. Jonsan. If you can't already tell, I wrote it on the board. Please don't call me anything other than Ms. Jonsan. If you do, I will give you detention for a week."

Trent eyes me with a hilarious expression on his face. He looks as if he smelled something disgusting. I start to laugh. I look up and see Ms. Jonsan eyeing me furiously.

"Ms. Maddison, would you like to go to the office?"

"It's Malea, and no, not really", I reply.

"Then you better knock it off," she says.

"Okey dokey", I reply.

I flash her one of my famous smiles and she looks away, defeat clearly shown in her ugly, wrinkled face.

I somehow manage to suffer my way through that last class. As soon as the bell rings, everyone rushes for the door. Trent pushes into me, a playful smile on his face. He follows me to my locker. Once I get to my locker, I open it and he immediately shoots out his hand and closes it.

"See ya tomorrow, beautiful", he says and rushes down the hallway.

What the heck? Did he just call me beautiful?

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