Amnesia

Mr. Popular

I'm not going to lie.

I have a lot going for me.

I'm pretty hot and I'm popular at my high school Sydney Boarding School.

Girls seem to fling themselves at me.

And I don't want to sound like a dick or anything, but I don't like it.

I don't, the girls just aren't my cuppa tea.

But that's enough me bitching, now for the story...

It was the middle of the year.

My roommate was Ashton Iwrin.

Ashton is this really chirpy and funny guy.

He was like luscious brown hair.

He usually wears a bandana around it, and green eyes.

He's a little goofy too.

Ashton was on his bed texting Amy Hart.

But Amy is another story for Ash to tell.

I looked in the mirror.

I was tall with tanned skin.

I have a blonde quiff and blue eyes and a lip piercing.

Ash says I look like I can surf but I can't.

All of a sudden, the speakers in the halls were on.

"Hemings! Come to the principles office please."

"You're dead, mate," Ashton said.

"Shut up," I said. I jumped off my bed and went to the office.

This isn't the first time I've been called.

The principal calls me to help with like school-community service like join clubs no one will join or shit. Him taking advantage of my popularity.

"Yes sir?"

"Hemings," he said. "This is Miss Clara."

Clara was a tallish girl with long brown curls. Her eyes were so blue and she only had a little make-up on. Not that she needed much.

She was stunning.

She was wearing a short red dress with black legging and black ballet flats.

"Hello," she was British. "Pleasure to meet you."

"Likewise," I said with a smirk.

I held out a hand and she shook it.

"Luke Hemings," I said and flashed my best smile.

"Clara is an exchange student from London. Her room is A34, you will lead her to her room then tour her of the rest of the building."

"Yes sir," I said.

I walked out and Clara followed.

"I need to know," Clara said. "Why did he choose you to tour me?"

"Because I'm Mr. Popular."

"You clearly have no self-esteem issues..."

"What no!" I said. "No no no, I meant everyone likes me!"

"Everyone can't love someone," Clara said.

"What?"

"Not everyone can like you, just a majority, someone here won't give a shit if you die."

"That's kind," I said with a smirk.

"Yeah," Clara said.

"Can I take you out on a date?" I said casually.

She stopped dead in her tracks.

"What?"

"I like you," I said.

"You think I'm pretty."

"No, you're the only girl here who I can ask out. Girls all have super crushes on me but you and I like that. What do you say?"

"Okay," Clara said with a grin. "One date can't hurt right?"

"Nope."

So that's how everything happened...