My Crush Saw Me Naked

3.

Lilyanne isn't in my room when I wake up in the morning. Well she isn't on my bed anymore, she's waking me up.

I groan, and roll onto my stomach.

"Get up Sarah," She pokes my side.

"No," I let out an annoyed groan "I wanna lay in my bed forever."

"Too bad. You're gonna have to go to school at some point," she pokes my side a little more frequently "So, why not now?"

"Finee." I get up and walk into the bathroom.

"You took a shower last night Sarah," I hear Lilyanne yell from my room.

"Your point?!"

-

I pull into a space in the high school parking lot, and people roll their eyes at the car. As per usual, they did that all the time last year. I have no idea why though.
I take a deep breath and get out of the car. That's when people actually start looking at me, I mean really looking at me. I felt the stares from guys that only ever want one thing, which made me feel quite uncomfortable.

-

"Damn! Sarah got hot!" I hear guys say as I walk past them to my locker.

"I'd like to have her legs around my waist," I see a guy lick his lips and I roll my eyes.

I open my locker and start putting stuff that I won't use today in the locker. When I put the last thing in, someone slams my locker shut, but it hits my head really hard.

"Seriously?" I yell to the person who did it.

Mason Walker, the school's playboy. He walked through girls like they were tissue paper. He's also considered to be the hottest guy in school. I've never really been interested.

"Oh I'm sorry," He says with fake sincerity "Did I hurt you?"

"Like you actually care Dickhead," I rub my head and roll my eyes "You think you should be getting an award for being the biggest idiot?"

His laugh earns an expressionless face from me.

"You done thinking that you get to do what you want? Or can you leave me the fuck alone?" I turn and walk away.

He grabs my shoulder, and pulls me to him. He turns me around and tries for a kiss.

I punch him in the nose. Hard.

"Nice try," I walk down the hallway hearing "ooh" being whispered amongst mostly everyone.

-

I put my hair in a ponytail, and pull my hoodie over my head as I write in my journal for English class. Everyday we have to write a short story that takes up half the page, you can continue the story everyday; but you still have to write half a page.

"Still mad kitty?" I hear a familiar voice ask.

"Does your nose still hurt?" I shot back.

"Fair enough kitten." He says again.

"Let me see your schedule," I put my hand out.

"Why?" He asks while he opens his jacket pocket.

"Let me see the fucking schedule," I say as I snatch the piece of paper he takes out, out of his hand.

I look at his schedule, and I don't see the class we're in right now on his schedule at all.

"You aren't supposed to be here," I look at him from the corner of my eye.

"Because I wanted to be here," He mumbled.

"And why did you want to be in my class specifically," I actually look him in the eye and he does the same.

His blond hair falls over his eyebrows, and some of his hair is over his piercing hazel eyes. I shiver.

"I don't have to explain myself," He sighs.

"If you don't explain yourself, then leave," I say narrowing my eyes.

He gets up and leaves the room.

-

He sits next to me at lunch, and whenever he scoots closer to me I scoot farther.

I'm sitting at the edge of the table now. I hope he doesn't scoot any closer to me. Too bad that he does.

I don't move since I don't want to fall onto the floor.

"What part of go away don't you get?" I turn my head to face him, and I look down to see that our legs touch- I groan in annoyance.

"What part of I'm interested in you don't you get?" He mocks my tone.

"Interested? Please, you are just trying to get into my pants," I look into his eyes "I'm not a one-night-stand type of girl. Plus, I'm not the pushover girl I used to be. So, why not save yourself the trouble of trying to get something you can't have, and fuck off?"

His eyes widened in amusement.

"I'll get you one day," he leans in.

"Try me," I get up from the table.