Two Means Trouble

First Day Surprise

Dean's POV:

I wasn't gonna lie. The new girl was smokin'.

Like, really hot. Blonde locks that cascade across her shoulders, crystal blue eyes, sun-kissed skin. I nearly ran into a tree on the first day of my Junior year just staring at her as she climbed out the drivers side of her cherry colored Mini Cooper.

She was a goddess. She walked through the parking lot and through the double doors, into the auditorium. Her legs looked like they could go on for miles, cut off just underneath her ass wear the denim of her booty shorts ended. Her pink cut-off tank revealed just the right amount of her stomach to make all of the boys go wild, and did they ever. A group of guys were clustered near the front entrance of the school, eyes fixed on the girl as she gave them all a flirtatious wave and continued on her way.

My legs seemed to have stopped working. I was rooted to the spot, and all of the saliva from my mouth had been drained. Damn, I hadn't wanted to tap a girl this bad since my first freshman party, where a junior cheerleader had teased me the whole party with that short skirt and those irresistible booty bounces they do. Of course, I got my wish, and she had come up to me at the punch bowl. There's still a stain in the backseat of the host's moms car.

But screw the party girl. Screw everyone, actually, except her, who I wanted to screw in a different way. I wondered how much it would take to get her out with me, or to even just get her to talk to me. I knew I would have lots of competition, so I prayed that I would at least have one period with her.

Thankfully, my wish came true.

It was third period, and I had gotten through the first two classes by pulling my hood up and slinking back into the cold, hard chairs. Thankfully the teacher had been an old woman who could barely hear herself speak, so I hadn't been caught.

When I walked into my English class, I knew I was in luck. The girl was seated in the front row, by herself, with a free chair next to her. Practically tripping over my own feet, I hurried from the doorway and inside the classroom, slipping down into the seat next to her and slinging my backpack across the back of the chair.

She didn't look up immediately. Her eyes were focused on some form of magazine in front of her, and she seemed to be concentrating pretty hard. Not that I was an expert on concentration or anything, but it seemed that interrupting would be rude, so I took out my phone and pretended to be texting someone.

I opened the camera app and angled it towards me. My dark hair was in tact, slicked up in a cute messy way across my forehead, and there wasn't any food in my teeth. I already knew my outfit was on point, since I had bought the blue plaid shirt a few weeks back, and I had received the cacki's and gray high tops for Christmas. This was all perfect.

Turning the camera a little more, I managed to get half of the girls head into the shot. My heart leaped as I smiled goofily at the small lens and angled it just a bit further so that more of her face was in the picture, and I could see her small smile as she continued to read the magazine, oblivious to what I was doing. My finger landed on the white button at the bottom of the screen and it made a loud sound, allowing me- and everyone else seated, including the girl- to know I had taken the picture.

She looked up, and I felt my face go dark red. Shit. Her eyes met mine, and for a minute, I thought she was pissed. Her lips were pursed and those blue eyes were narrowed, staring at me like I was an old sandwich she had found under her little brothers bed, months after it was made. But, her lips curved into a smile, and relief instantly flooded over me.

"Did it at least come out good?" She half-laughed. Her voice was smooth and beautiful, like caramel. I nodded quickly and tucked my phone back into my pocket.

"I'm Dean." I held my hand out for her, and she closed the magazine, slipping her narrow hand into my much larger one. It was warm, and I moved my shoulder up and down, shaking her hand.

"I'm Alexis. Guessing you didn't know that," she added. My lips curved up at the edges. She was funny. Her personality wasn't that big of a concern, though, because I would hit her up even if she didn't know how to spell her own name.

"Yeah, I didn't," I said goofily. Alex had really beautiful teeth, white as pearls. Actually, it was going to take some proof to convince me they weren't pearls, because they really did look like them.

We sat there for a moment in silence, each studying each other faces. I had this horribly strong urge to kiss her, but I knew it wasn't a good idea. She would probably slap me, or even worse, move away from me, and I would have no chance at all. Instead, I decided to do something that only could elicit two responses:

"Can I have your number?"

It came out quickly, blurring together as one word. Alexis raised an eyebrow, and for a minute I thought she hadn't understood me, but then she smiled. A big, toothy grin, and I felt my cheeks heat up.

"Sure." Alexis opened her backpack and pulled out a thick black notebook. I watched her tear a page out of it delicately, ripping it clean off the hinges. She placed it on the desk in front of her and grabbed a pen, scribbling down a 10-digit number and handing it to me with a small smile.

"Thanks." I slipped it into my backpack without breaking eye contact. She giggled as I almost fell out of my chair trying to zip my backpack without looking, but thankfully I caught myself. That would have been embarrassing.

I didn't get a chance to say anything else to her because the teacher walked in right after I had tucked the paper away. He was young and, not to sound gay, he was an attractive guy. I glanced over to gauge Alexis' reaction towards him, but thankfully she didn't seem to be focused on anything but copying down whatever he was scribbling on the board.

Not that I usually took notes, but I made sure not to take them in that class. I had a plan to call Alexis later and ask if she could text me a picture of the notes, and while she looked for them, I would ask her out on a date. The idea seemed good to me, since most girls usually agreed to go out with me because I was popular amongst our grade. Hopefully my charm would work on her.

The rest of the class was pretty boring. We took a few notes on what we would be learning this year (thought I didn't take any), and the teacher introduced himself to everybody. He seemed pretty chill, and I had a feeling that maybe I would be getting by easy in this class if I tried to befriend him. My older brother was a freshman in college, so I could always invite him to a frat party.

Alexis and I didn't have the last period of the day together, which sucked. The glow she had cast on me stuck for the rest of the day, though, so it was pretty good. I was just really looking forward to calling her later. So far, my mission to get in her pants was going pretty okay, and I was definitely going to pursue it.