Jamaican Girl

Chapter 1: New term, New kid?

MONDAY

Oneilea' s pov

Its the first day of the new term, persons are reuniting with their friends and I can see girls in their sky blue uniforms and boys in their Khakis.

As I walk down the 12th grade block I notice a small group of girls talking about a new boy that was likely to be in our class. 'sluts'  I thought and made a small chuckle.

As I make my way to my class room I see my best friend Sash (but every one calls her squire) she runs up to me and envelopes me in a spine crushing hug and squeals in my ear "what was that for" I asked "cause you a mi best fren and mi did miss yuh" she says with a duh tone while we both sat down.

I raised my hands up in surrender. "I do have a phone you know" I said with a smile which only grew larger when she sent a playful glare my way. "So yuh hear bout di new bwoy wah a com yah, mi hear seh a da class yah him a come inna an seh him white an him family ave money" she says with a little more excitement than before.

I scoff "great another rich prick that'll have his head too far up his ass" squire looks at me, gasps in disbelief and hold her chest and says with her best British accent "why I never, how rude".

she looks at me and we both break out in hysterical laughter. After we stopped laughing the bell rang and we both look at each other before chuckling.

Our English teacher starts to greet the class and did a boring speech on how she will try her best to be friends with the class and blah blah blah. The door suddenly opens and in comes a raunchy young man that made every ones attention fall to the door.

He stepped in and went to the teacher and she smiled at him they both turn to everyone "Class this is Eric Hale, please treat him kindly".

Some of the girls *choughs* hoes *choughs* unbuttoned their top buttons so parts of their breast's would be visible.

I rolled my eyes at their actions and the teacher asked him to say a few things about himself and he rambled on about how he liked football (soccer) and some other shit that I wasn't listening to.

Instead I was looking at his lips and the way they move I would be lying if said I didn't find him sexy as hell, I wonder if those lips feel as soft as they loo- my thoughts were cut short by squire snapping her fingers and telling me to wipe the drool from my lip in a teasing manner.

I quickly stop looking at him as I realized that he's coming to sit next to me. I try to keep my heart from jumping out of place as I take a deep breath 'come on Oneilea he's just a stupid boy, a tall, sexy curly blond headed, blue eyed, stupid boy'

Before I realize it I'm staring at him again, he catches me looking and I swear if I were white I would be blushing. He looks at me and smirks 'cocky bastard'.

Time goes by and its time for our next class as I say bye to squire and was heading out the door when our English/homeroom teacher called me back and I mentally face palmed.

'What is wrong with this woman' As I walk up to her desk I notice Eric is still in the class. As if I had nothing better to do "Would you mind showing Eric his classes, his schedule is almost the same yours the only difference is that he has physical education in your free hour" I internally role my eyes.

'Of course she would want me to do this after living next to this woman for two years you'd think she couldn't get more annoying' I fake a smile "Sure miss B" I say in a polite tone.

I wave goodbye to her and step out of the class with 'Eric' following close behind. He quickly walks up beside me and I act as if he wasn't even there "Um me don't know wher me classes are" he says really slow.