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I've been at Spickman Prep for about 8 months now, I used to hate coming in everyday, but now, I actually enjoy it. I've gained more friends here than I have at any other school. They're mainly assholes, but they all of course have their reasoning for their obnoxious egotistical behavior. I ignore it mostly, I just focus on the assignments. "Did you hear what I said?" Joss asked politely. Shutting my locker sluggishly he spotted my frustration, and laid a hand on my shoulder. "Awh no, what's the matter love, was it something I did, someone messin with ya? A guy break ya heart, need me to strap him up on a tree and beat him like a piñata?" I laughed slightly at his remark, but I shrugged, "No I'm fine really, my head just hurts bloody terribly. It's nothing that won't pass." I leaned in for a hug of surety. Opening for the embrace happily he tugged me close and tight. "Alright ya good now, I'd hate for you to be upset with something. Something that I can't fix, so do me a favor and be honest. I know it isn't a headache that's bothering ya. But if you're not in the mood to talk about it, fine then, I'll wait for ya." His Scottish accent was heavenly, and his warmth delightfully sinister. I wanted to stay in his arms just for a while longer. But that would bring up suspicions, and questions. We weren't together. Neither did I want to though, because it would be broadcasted around the world. And everyone would find their noses hell deep in our business. Like how they are with Eliza, and her new boyfriend Rodger Green. She only finally agreed to date the douche bag, to cover up her affair with Mr. Edwards. Yes she's finally come clean to me, and only me, and believe it or not, she loves him deeply. And from the looks of it, though I'm no Cupid, he loves her deeply too, if not greater. She despises Rodger. His hasty attitude towards everything was mentally cringe worthy. Cynical, anxious, obnoxious, rude, hideous on the inside, he was just a little shy from resembling on the out. A short fat, piglet nose, and large meaty hands, he was short, and a well renown star student. His parents famous attorneys, and his brother an Olympic gold medalist in swimming. His bratty attitude towards anything that didn't revolve around him, was repulsive. "Well look at you two. Why don't you slam lips will ya? It's hideous anyway, I figured you'd be a gay, right up your ally Joss. Didn't expect ya to go for the tranny type though, you surprised me there." "Fuck off, ya sad lad. Nobody likes you anyway." Joss responded agitated. He wasn't well liked by the jocks, in fact he wasn't well liked by anyone. But me. Pulling away from me, Joss, bulked his mighty chest, and slammed Rodger into the metal lockers. "I promise ya, I'll paralyze you, and your legs are more valuable to ya than your dignity. Back off Rodger, before I make you regret coming down this bloody corridor. She ain't my lover, but she is my good friend, and you won't disrespect her like that. Do you understand? Now back off." Withholding his fists from colliding with Rodger's synched jaw, Joss, backed away. Oddly on cue, the bell rang. Grabbing Joss by his wrist I dragged him to class before he got into an actual fight. "I'm sorry ya had to see that Grant, you're a lady." Sadly admitting, he laid his head down, a loose curl from his snowy blonde hair, fell down onto his forehead, and draped beautifully on his chin. I stared at it. In its pure, innocent perfection, it stayed in its place but as we reached our destination, Joss swatted it back, as if it were measly. We departed ways, as he sat to the back with his misfits of friends, and I my cousin, and her in crowd friends. I studied Joss's faked smile, and constant stares over to Abby Halloway. She was an American transfer, her father being in the Air Force and all. She came just a short while after I did, and everyone seems to always have their eyes on her. Well from my guess, because she was a beautiful chocolate toned girl. With nice big brown eyes, and a fuller shape. I wasn't expecting her to be on Joss's radar, but she is. And he stared at her religiously, I didn't see why he wouldn't just go up and say hello. Or just insult her as he did me, many months ago. Silently smirking, it quickly faded when Mr. Edwards waltzed in. With a flushed face, and sweat dripping down his cheeks. Out of breath he began,"We are skipping our usual discussions today. Instead we are going to jump right into our lesson that has been planned." Eliza seemed irritated, but so did Mr. Edwards. They didn't look each other's way, nor acknowledged their presence when they grew near to each other. I bit my lip and attempted to concentrate. -------- It worked, like a charm, and as I finished I began packing up. "Before we head onto our two week break, there is an assignment that is a major percentage of your final grade. I won't hold you long because the bell will be ringing soon. But as you leave, I will hand you a very detailed packet of what exactly this assignment is, when it is due, and how to complete it. Your assigned partner will be on the top of it as well. So be sure to exchange contact information, everyone will do their part, it is only fair," The bell rung, and like pigs being called for supper, everyone frantically grabbed their things and rushed to the door. And I, not too much really caring for being caught in such deranged traffic, moved slow. In other words, I sat at my desk respectfully, as I watched them shove, and trample each other. "Be safe! Be good! And complete the project! It is due the moment you arrive into this classroom!" Mr. Edwards shouted above the madness, well attempted at the least. Amused, I pulled on my braided hair, and waited until it died down. "Grant, your packet." Dutifully standing up, relaxed, I walked proudly to obtain my doom. Who wants a bloody project on break? Smiling, I shot a short one back. "Thank you Mr. Edwards, I hope you enjoy your break as well. Grabbing the thick stack of papers, I ran down the hall. And to the courtyard to meet Eliza. Smiling as the artificial wind nipped at my hair I quickly glanced down at my filled hand. And in big red writing I read my name, and next to it, "Abby Halloway."
