Holy Crap that girl is hot. Was the first thought that came to my mind. I wouldn't hit on a girl like that usually, it may ruin my reputation, up their selves goody two shoes chicks are notoriously LAME. And to be honest, the more she said and did the more annoying she became. The only thing going for her was her looks. But it so much fun annoying her. seeing that prissy look on her face, her cheeks blushing, and her body language saying 'Geez, i'm so much better than you jerk.' But despite the fact she is a total dork, it's hilarious seeing her irritated, a little like annoying Marcia, but more fun becuase Marcia usually would punch you in the face. Ouch, and she has a hard punch. I found her rummaging through her locker.
"Hey babe," I say, leaning against my own locker, awfully close to her. I see her cringe and I stifle a laugh.
"Get bent." She replies, straightening her meticulously organised books, and fiddling with the photos stuck on the inside.
"Cool pics, can I see?" I ask, nudging closer to get a look. She snaps her locker shut and glares at me.
"Check out instragram, google images, my facebook page, whatever! Just don't come near me okay? Just go away." She cries, pushing me in the chest. I catch her arms and pull them around me. She curves her leg around me, and for a moment I fall for it. Then she sweeps my legs off teh ground and knocks me down to the floor. I stare back up at her, shocked. She dusts off her hands, grinning wickedly. "Laters." She calls over her shoulder, strutting down the hallway to class, closely followed by two girls that appear from around the corner, joining her like two puppies on a leash.
Slowly, I pick myself up. That's it. In my old school I was king. Captain of the football team, well known bad ass, girls lined up to get a piece of me. No girl has ever glared at me, or dared tell me to get bent. But no one but Marcia has knocked me to the ground. I'll show her. Playing hard to get, probably. But yeah, I'll show her what she's missing and I'll show her two can play at that game.
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"Do the equations on page 625 to 632. and remember to read the worksheet for revision, there's a test in two weeks time and I don't want my class failing once again." The teacher barks at the class. I open up my book but don't stare at my page, but around the class. There's a few jock dudes, some brickheads, and so,e ordinary looking chicks, some ugly betties and in front of me is a girl with dark curly hair. I push my desk up next to her, thinking it's better than this sweaty dude I was next to before.
"Hey." I whisper. She whips her head around in surprise. I see she's already written tons of equations down on her page, and solved them. I glance down at my blank page before I look up back at her. She has tanned, oliv coloured skin, curly dark chocolate hair and a pretty face. I instantly reckognised her as one of Maya's puppy followers.
"Hi?" She says uncertaintly, clearly not knowing who the hell I was.
"Yeah, hey, I'm Josh." I grin, tilting my head towards her. She doesn't copy Maya's reaction to me, but smiles dismissively.
"Yeah and I'm Tamara, and this is Math, and that's Ms Carlton, and if she sees you talking through her lesson she'll be reaaally mad." She smiles patronisingly. I stick my tongue out at her and she laughs, but when she puts her hand over her mouth it's too late. Ms Carlton swivells around and narrows her eyes.
"Tamara Mackeller!" She shrieks. Tamara's face is going red, hand clapped over her mouth and her body shaking with laughter. I bite my lip. " Care to share what's so funny?" Carlton orders.
"I was just laughing at this guy next to me," Tamara says, "his idiotic facial expression was just comedic!" She smiles at me. I glower back at her.
"I wasn't doing anything with my face." I retort. Damn, walked right into that one.
"Oh, I guess it's just natural then." She replies and a few people giggle. Ms Carlton looks conflicted, I can see she might have a sense of humour yet disapproves at the same time.
"Detention for both of you." She finally spits out. I fold both arms behind my head and grin at Tamara smugly. She looks upset. She bites her lip and closes her eyes and then continues on with her work looking sad.
The bell rings at last and she storms out of class. I rush after her and she turns around suddenly to punch me in the face. It smarts a little but I can deal. I grab her wrists and turn her around, pulling her towards me so she can't escape or hurt me any more. Maya passes by at that moment, flanked by the other puppy follower. She turns her head, and then carries on.
"Flirt." She growls angrily as she rounds the corner. I flip Tamara back around so she can see my face. I am surprised to see her stick out her hand.
"Time for a proper introduction jerk." She says. I shake her hand.
"I'm Josh, your worst nightmare." I introduce myself saracstically.
"Yeah, you are. And I'm Tamara Mackeller." She straightens her blazer and tie.
"Are you flirting with me?" I ask slyly.
"Hell no!" She laughs. "I'm just ready for a re-match." I bite back a smile as I realise I can't wait.
