Tell Me I'm Home

New guy

Saphira

         Today I have school and gym last period. Blah, gym. Although I am strong and fast doesn’t mean I like gym. I only life running and that’s it. I run whenever, it clears my head. Today in the halls everyone is talkative and whispering. What is going on today! But, I don’t really care so I just continue walking and since I have friends, don’t really know why, they come up to me and say there is a new kid. Really, who would want to move here and go to school here? I want to know what’s wrong with them. But like the nice girl that I am I just say cool and walk to my locker. I’m not really a social bug, but they stick around. I just never know what to talk about. But, yeah I don’t get why. Maybe because they think I actually care and because I’m a good ‘listener.’

         Don’t get me wrong, yeah I want friends but I want friends who will actually care if I’m not at school, or will invite me to go shopping with them, or they will actually make me laugh. They don’t do that.

         My first class of the day is French. I sorta like French. I’m not good but sorry, I would rather learn French then Spanish. That’s just my opinion. My adoptive mom, Kaylee, also signed my up for it and they know French. I have French with Logan. He sucks at French. It’s so funny sometimes I can’t help but laugh. I make my way to my seat and don’t look at anyone because I just think it’s weird.

         Just when I sit down, a large manly hand slams down on my desk. What the hell? I look up to manly arms, a muscular form, and the most beautiful face I have ever seen. I think my heart just skipped like a bunch of times. Holy shit this guy was hot. He had short, spiky black hair and the brightest blue eyes I have ever seen. This guy is a heart breaker for sure. He was talking to me but I was too busy staring at this beautiful man in front of me that I didn’t hear him. Sooo embarrassing.

“Um sorry, could you say that again?” I shyly asked.

He replied with the sexiest laugh have ever heard. Then followed the sexiest voice I have ever heard.

“I was asking if you could catch me up on what we are learning.”

“Oh, yeah.”I mumbled before taking out my notes.

         So for the first few minutes of class I helped him catch up. I was guessing this was the new kid. Mr. Gooche, the teacher, is always ten minutes late. Probably because he parties all night with his old friends and doesn’t wake up till late. When Mr. Gooche walks in, you know when he does because he makes so much noise by screaming to everyone to be quiet because he has a ‘headache.’ So for the rest of the period I half ay attention half look at that soft hair that I want to run my fingers through and half look at the beautiful man in front of me. I want to so badly run my hands through his nice, soft looking hair while slammed into his body as…

“Ms. Gether, what is worship in French?”

Oh shit, why does he have to do this to me? Probably because I give him sass and don’t care for anything. So, I sass him like every other day.

“I don’t know, why don’t you tell me?”

Everyone laughs and he just rolls his eyes. He turns to write something on the board. Probably the answer. I don’t usually blush or get embarrassed but today I do. Ugh, stupid new guy.

         He didn’t even tell me his name. Oh well, I’ll just secretly call him Mr. Sexy. A perfect name for a perfect, sexy man.

         The day goes on and I have four classes with him until lunch. I have eight classes in all counting lunch. I have lunch with my ‘friends’ and while walking to lunch all they do is talk about the new guy. I guess his name is Andrew. Unique name. When we get to lunch we walk to our normal table and today I look around the lunch room wondering if he has it with me. I am usually never like this. I don’t like it. I spot a large amount of girls in the far left corner from my table and guess he’s in there somewhere, enjoying himself. I sit down and start to unpack my lunch. The girls start talking about Andrew and other gossip. I just go into my la la land while eating.

         Finally the bell rings signaling lunch is over. I am sort of disappointed he didn’t come over and hang out with me. Well, I’m not surprised but a girl can hope. He had all these girls with him, why would he want to come over to me?