She's New, and She's A Badass

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Jakes POV

Last night I dreamt of, Andy? What is this girl doing to me? She makes it so hard to hate her. She doesn't even do anything. I found myself thinking about her when I was getting ready for school. They way she walks, and talks. The way she beat the crap out of me, was embarassing, for me but so entirely hot for her. She made me look like a beginer, and slow with the reflexes, and punches, when in realtity, I was the best at Mikes'. The way her eyes sparkled when I approched her in the lunch room. God.

Even though I don't want to admit it, I think I like her. No! Jake you can't like her! She hates you, and you have been a total jerk to her! God, I really need to stop talking to myself. I think I'm going insane.

I put on a white v-neck shirt that showed off my biceps, and abs. I threw on some black addias sweat pants, and threw on my high tops. I didn't need a hoddie, considering it was the coast. Thank god it was Friday. My mom wasn't up yet, because today was her off of work.

I headed downstairs, and grabbed a 5 dollar bill from the stash we have in our kitchen. I also grabbed a apple for the ride to school, and headed out to my car. I wonder what Andy was wearing today. Ugh! She's got me whipped.

Andys POV

I got up to my alarm clock that I took the time last night to figure out. It didn't take me long to figure the damn thing out, but it was so annoying.

Anyway, I decided on another tight tank top, only this one was black, and had a low neck line, showing a little cleavage. Not really a lot, but enough to make guys drool. I slipped on some white wash jean short shorts. Then I shoved my feet into a pair of blue and green Air Jordons high tops.

I straightend my hair, and looked at where my bruise was yesterday. It was faint enough, so I didn't bother putting on cover up. Just some black eyeliner and mascara. I walked downstairs into the kitchen to find a plate of pancakes and a note:

Hey sweety, I had to go to work earlier than usual today, but I made you pancakes. Have a great day at school. ~Jen

I stuffed my face with pancakes, and went out to my bike, and headed for school. I got there, and got off my bike to see all the guys starring at me, and all the girs glarring. Oh well. I could care less. I walked past them all and headed for my locker. I got my books and headed for my first class.

Today I sat in the back table, and put my feet up on it. I was the first one in the room, except the teacher who was playing PACMAN on his computer. I rolled my eyes. The bell rang and kids started to fill in the seats.

Jake ran into the room just as the final bell rang. The teacher had gotten off his game, and said "Just in time, Mr. Mains. Take a seat." he looked around, and again, the only open seat just happend to be next to me. But I have to say, He looked hot today. He had on this white v-neck t-shirt, that showed off his big muscles. And he was wearing addias sweat pants and high tops.His hair was his usual spiked up in the

front. He sat down next to me at the table.

"Okay class, we have a few annoucments today. First off, the student council meeting was rescheduled for tomorrow, usual time. And second, there will be a middle of the school year dance." there was squeals all around the room, from mostly slutty girls. I scoffed, rolling my eyes. I crossed my feet over eachother, they were still on the table.

There are posters posted around the school giving you the details. Now to the lesson..." I zoned out. My awesome photographic memory still picking up what was being said during the lesson.

"Ms. Julious, you look pretty comfortable back there." the teacher called out to me. I sat up, not removing my feet from the table.

"Oh, I am." I said, trying to piss him off. And I think it worked, because he turned a light shade of red. " Well we are not in your living room, so could you please remove your feet and pay attention?" he asked getting annoyed. " I am paying attention, sir." I said inocently, yet mockingly.