My 11th grade year had begun. I was pretty excited like every year, I really enjoyed going to school. It was the only thing that gave me more joy. There was no one at home to interact with and eat with.
My parents were world travelers. This time they had gone to the mysterious rainforests of Africa and left me at home.
I put on a black skirt and a white top, I put my hair on a high ponytail. I put on black ankle boots with high heels. I hurried out of my room to the kitchen, made myself breakfast, grabbed my belongings, and ran into my car that my parents had given me for my 16th birthday. I depressed the accelerator pedal and the car crashed towards the city.
When I got to school, I parked my car, jumped out of it and hurried for the first hour. I knew there was over a quarter of an hour until the start of the class, but what if I'm such a "good girl". I picked a seat and sat down. I took my things out and just started drawing something. After a while, someone's shadow will be on me. I take my headphones from my ear and look up. To my astonishment, James stood beside me, with whom I had spent my entire summer vacation. He had black hair, dark blue eyes, a very strong and muscular body. He was the son of multi-millionaire Chris Ross. James asked me to be his girlfriend on our last day night, but I refused because I was afraid of him. While spending time with her in the summer, I had used the wrong name - Emma.
One hot day, when we had gone to the beach and James had left me alone for a while, a guy had come to me and had started talking to me. Of course, James had noticed it and hurried back to me. He had beaten the guy so badly that he was taken to the hospital and James had to go to the ward. James did not receive any punishment, but the police warned him.
He sat next to me, he didn't look at me or anything. After a while, Rick, the son of our school principal, came to him.
"Hey, new boy. I'm Rick. I guess your name is James, right?" he asks James.
"Yes, what then?" meets James in a wicked tone.
"Peace, I just asked. You're famous all over school - a new handsome boy and all." Rick tries to explain in a hurry. Rick spoke to James of all the "hot" girls at school. I was tired of their story and very upset because I couldn't pay attention to my drawing anymore.
"Rick, you could go to your seat now with your big mouth. The teacher is coming right away," I informed Rick with an evil look. They turned to me. James could see that he recognized me and he wanted to tell me something.
"Hey Jana. We just got to know each other and let James know about the hottest girls in our school," Rick is coming closer to me. " that day at home, so a big feast is coming. And Jana, please come this time? " Rick looks at me with the puppy's eye.
"Then I have to come," I answer indifferently. Rick's face turns happy.
"Great! Saturday at 9 then," he adds and runs back to his friends. I sigh hard at that.
When the hour rang, the teacher entered the class. As a teacher, we had Mr. Jones, he was a small skinny old man who was very strict with every little thing. He gave us history. The first thing he gave us was a 4-page essay on Alexander the Great for homework. Everyone in the class sighs about it. Mr. Jones liked to give us hard work, he found pleasure in it. I can feel James' gaze on my body. He repeatedly tried to talk to me, but I ignored him for an hour.
The end of class lesson is ringing and everyone is rushing out of class, including myself. Mr. Jones yelled at us for a few more things, but by that time I was far from the crowd. I was pushed past and pushed everywhere. I would have almost fallen if no one had held me. That someone was James. He held me by the shoulders and tolerated me in the cleaner's office. Closing the door behind us, he stands in front of me. "Hasn't Emma met you in a long time, or was it Jana?" I asked mockingly.
"Hi James, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in New York? "Avoiding his question.
"I moved here the day after you refused to be my girl, but I didn't give up so easily. That would have been my little surprise to you, because I didn't want to live far away from you. I came here to change your mind, "I was absolutely shocked.
"Are you crazy? Why did you do that? Go back to America, "pushing him as far away from you as possible. James held my wrists and didn't let go.
"Jana, listen to me. Give me one chance. We did so well, "he asked me.
"Leave me alone James and go to America. I don't want to see you, "I wrestled out of his grasp and ran out of the cleaner's office. I didn't want to be at school with James, and I hurried to my car and drove home quickly. Looking behind me, I saw James riding after me on a motorcycle. I sped up and soon James fell behind me. I knew he had slowed down, but he didn't know why. But I didn't care and added speed until I drove 120 km / h.
When I got home, I hid in the garage of my car and ran into the room through the garage door, then I rushed towards the front door, locked it and peeked out the window next door. Seeing James as I drove past my house, I breathed a sigh of relief.
I didn't turn on the lights until late at night. Fearing that James would return. I quietly went to my room on the second floor and closed the door behind me. I turned my face toward the room and looked around. My balcony window was open, where the cold wind was blowing, and there was a large number of red roses in a vase on my desk, and next to the vase was a pink label that read, "You can close so many doors between us, but I can still enter as well. today. Give us a chance. By the end of the week, I want an answer. With love, your deep admirer and hopefully soon your boyfriend. P.S. Don't sit down behind the door for long, you could get sick. "
I had chills. James had got me in my room and put those flowers and that tag here. He had seen me as I sat all behind the door at that time. I closed the window and began to put the curtains in front of the window when I noticed a black motorcycle and James on the other side of the street. He looked at my house, seeing me, he was sending me an air kiss, starting the engine and driving away. I'll watch him for a long time until he turns around and disappears. I sigh and put my curtains in front of the window. One last time, I look out of the window with a wilted look, but I shake my head and go to wash. When I came back from the wash, I put on my baby blue long pajama pants and top. Throwing off the extra pillows from the bed, I jumped into the bed and soon closed my eyes.
