Fate

chapter 4

AMBER PICS

After 45 minutes of talking with Tarika and listening to Mrs. Stevens teaching I learn a few things about Tarika. She Indian, she wears contacts but forgot them today so she had to wear her glasses. She has a sister, love the Degrassi and she likes reading. The most important thing i learned about Tarika is she talks so much!

This girl won't stop talking I thought she would never shut up, but she is very interesting to talk to.

But the whole time i was listening to Tarika talking i felt like i was being watched, but when i turn around i didn't see anybody looking at me.

One girl kept glaring at me. I could already know that she is the schools slut. She was wearing a tight white shirt that exposed her boobs for the whole world. And she was wearing jean booty shorts. Her makeup was done neatly, but it was too much. She looked like a clown. Her fake blonde hair was down and had big white sunglasses on her head.

But I had to hand it to her. She was very pretty. She kind of looks like a model, but in a plastic Barbie doll way.

I wonder what her problem is. She was starting to get annoying. I turned and looked at her. She was still glaring. I rolled my eyes and flicked her off. She looked shocked and then starts glaring at me again. If only looks could kill, I chuckled to myself.

"Alex. Alex. Alex!"

"Huh?" I broke out of my dazed, and looked at Tarika. She looked a little sad.

"I'm annoying you?" I didn't answer. "It's okay; you don't have to say anything. I'll leave you alone." She said walking away.

I grabbed her arm to hold her back. "You’re not annoying. I was thinking about something. I would really like it if you could stay with me and show me to my next class." I said smiling.

Her eyes lit up. "Okay, let's go." Pulling me through the crowd.

As Tarika pulled me down the hallway full of people I felt the feeling of being watched again. I looked all around the crowd, but still didn't find anybody. I shrugged my shoulders and let Tarika continued to pull me down the hallway.

"Wait. How do you no which class I have next? I asked, pulling my arm out of her grasp.

She starts laughing "I looked at it when you were flicking Amber off." So her name is Amber. I wonder what her problem is. “We have 4 classes together. Art, music, history, and you already know science." she paused and looks me up and down. "You look very pretty. I love your outfit."

I looked down I was still wearing my white crop shirt. It shows my stomach if I raise my hand or stretch you will be able to see my belly button ring. I got it because I was bored and it looks cute. My gray sweatpants, my white Nikey sneakers. I’m in love with sneakers I have about 30 of them at home. I was also wearing white hoop earrings. Not to big but not too small. And a gray berets. I hide my hair in the beret than part of my bang out.

I couldn’t help but smile. "Thanks." I looked at her she was wearing black skinny jeans with a blue shirt that was a good length to show enough boobs, but not too much. It had black writing on it that says: I'm a sexy nerd. And she tops it off with blue sandals.

"You look great too." I said to her. She looked down smiling to herself. She is so innocent.

"Thanks." She said. "Okay enough with that. Let me show you to our class." She said leading me to our next class."

We arrived at history. I hate history. I never paid attention to Rider. (I forgot to mention that my uncle name is Rider. I never call him Uncle Rider it doesn't fit him.) He would often get mad when I don't pay attention and give me extra homework. Let just say I have tons of homework till this day.

We are the first ones there and took our seats in the back by the window. I sat there staring out the window. It was raining. I love the rain it calms me down, but I hate the thunder and lightning it reminds me of gun shots. My mind drifted to those red eyes that were watching me. Those eyes felt like there were looking into my soul.

I was so lost in my daze that i didn't even know that people were taking their seat and staring at me.

"Miss Johnson?" I looked up and saw a guy who looks like he is in his 20's. He had dark brown hair that was long enough to run your fingers through it. He looks about 6'2 and had a muscular frame. His eyes are hazel. He was wearing a white collar shirt with a black tie and black dressy pants. HE IS HOT! And he knows it by the smirk he was wearing when he finds me checking him out.

I cocked an eyebrow. "Yes?"

“I said do you want to tell the class about yourself?” he asks flashing his charming smile that got girls giggling like idiots.

I looked over at Tarika, she was staring at him with all dream. But it wasn’t like the other girls in class. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. I was about to say no when some caught my eye. A guy was standing outside the door. He seems to be late judging by him cursing himself out about getting detention. We made eye contact and the world stop. He had the bluest eyes I ever seen. I broke my gaze to look at the teacher in front of me.

“Sure.” I said standing up and getting everybody’s attention. I look at the guy at the door and gave him a knowing look hoping he got the message that I was helping him out. He nods and waits.

“My name is Alex Peterson but I prefer Alex.” I signaled the guy to come in since eyes were on me. I move here from Florida, I like to draw, and listen to music.” I turn towards the teacher. “Anything else?” He shook his head and smiled. In the background I hear the chair move and a bag drop on the floor silently but I still heard it.

“No that will be all, thank you Alex. I’m your history teacher Mr. Smith it’s a pleasure to have you with us.” He said walking back to his desk.

I looked over and found the blue eyes staring at me. He nods a thank you with a smirk. I give him a small smile. My heart beat picks up. Weird. I turn away to see what Mr. Smith was talking about, apparently we are doing a project on someone we’re assigned to. Thank god I’m partnered with Tarika and we got Martin Luther. I’m glad I’m with her, I think we’re going to be really good friends.

“Mr. Smith I need help.” I looked up to see where the perky voice came from. It was a girl who had silk straight brown hair that was cut straight not a single strand out of place. She was wearing a teal blouse that had black and white flowers on it, with a white pencil skirt. A daddy’s girl. Great just great. A school slut and a rich daddy’s girl. She looks familiar though.

“I’ll be right there.” Mr. Smith said with a forced smile. The girl had a satisfaction grin. What was that all about? I watch him walk over to her to help her on whatever she needed help with.

“You are mine so don’t you get any ideas with the bitch over there.” She hissed lowly so nobody could hear her, but I heard her.

Bitch bitch!!!  

She called me a bitch!

Who the fuck does she thinks she is? I started shaking. I don’t know why I’m getting mad people call me a bitch before, but when she called me a bitch its making my anger boil. I started to see red. I tried calming myself down by taking deep breathes, but it wasn’t working.

Then I felt a hand rest on my shoulder. I turn to see the guy from the door looking at me a bit worried shown in his eyes, but had a blank face on. I was so lost in his eyes that all my anger went away. Whoa. How in the hell did he do that?

When I was sure I was fine I looked him over. He was tall probably 6’1, tan with jet black hair that hung over his blue eyes. I wanted to move his hair out of his eyes but resisted the urge with all my power. He was muscular with broad shoulders; he was wearing a white tee with blather leather jacket and ripped jeans. He is the hottest guy I ever seen. He was giving me a smirk when I was done checking him out. I rolled my eyes what’s with all the smirking.

“Um hey… could I use that textbook?” he asked. His voice was deep and sound heavenly. Wait what snap out of it Alex.

“Hold on.” I told him.