A Blossoming Flower

Chapter 4

"Good morning," the security guard greeted as he always does,

"Lift up those pants, boy."

It was an average day, guy trying to be cool, slutty girls, and a police dog sniffing for drugs.
What an amazing generation to live in!

Note the sarcasm.

"Morning, Lizzie," he said, "have a good day."

"Thanks, you too," I yawned.
I was walking to my locker when I heard the annoying tapping.

Again.

"Oh my gosh," Amanda squealed, "I cannot, believe you're going out with Brad! Like, he's so cute."

"Well, I am drop-dead gorgeous," Alexa bragged, "who wouldn't want to get a piece of this?" She continued, stroking her sides, all the way down to her hips.

Ugh.

Those type of girls disgust me. I mean, yes we have "priorities" but that doesn't mean we can go off making every guy think that girls are sexual objects!

I was on my way to my first period, when I got bumped down to the ground, dropping all my crap.

"Oh, crap," I heard a voice, "I'm sorry, I didn't see you there."

I looked up and saw that it was a guy. He was slim and had light brown skin and surprisingly big ears.

Well then, I never thought the day would come when I ever talk to a guy besides the one that ran off on me...

"It's fine," I say in a monotone, "just watch where you're going next time."

"Alright," he chuckled at me, "how come I haven't seen you around before?"

Why the absolute hell, is he talking to me?

Do I have to answer back? Or can I just tell him to piss off?

I look at his sparkling brown eyes... I mean, I guess I can be nice for a day...

"I've been here since my freshmen year," I replied, " I just don't socialize with anyone."

"How come?"

Damn, why so many questions?!

I bite my feisty tongue to not say something too rude and scare him away.

"I just don't," I respond, "school is for education and to help you achieve a brighter future, not to mess around with others you won't see after High School."

"Oh, my bad," he raises his hands in defense, jokingly, "didn't need a speech there, mama."

Okay, so far I see a Mexican player who cares about his social life more than school. I don't need that in my life. Swag, won't pay the bills, sweetie.

"Okay, I have to get to class," I say, "Nice meeting you! -sike- Bye!"

As I start walking away I hear him yell out, "Where's my hug?"

What the absolute hell? I barely met him!

"I'll give it to you on February thirty first!"

"I'll be counting every second."

Well, he'll be counting for a while...