GoodGirl BadGirl

Chapter 4 l

Chapter Four: Home is where the heart is.

Nevada POV

I could feel her glaring holes into the back of my head, like what the hell is up with that. To say I was shocked when she walked in would be an understatement, I was gobsmacked, I had to rub eyes a couple of times and pinch myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. She sauntered down the aisle with her head down low, sat next to Hunter, and silently took her homework out, who actually does their homework at these things anymore? I could hear quiet whispers around me; nobody would have expected the resident good girl to show up in a detention. The third floor is like a plague to those students who prefer spending majority of their time up a teacher’s a--- ermm no wait scratch that… not all of them do that. To those students who get sucked in to the mental drag called education. I mean not that I have anything against them; I actually admire those kids who have the strength to tolerate that. And by admire I mean, I like to secretly gawk at a certain, particular blonde haired, grey eyed someone.

Surprisingly the hour flew by, quicker than most days, but that was probably due to the involuntary entertainment behind me. I lost count of the many times I had to bite my lip from bursting out laughing; I swear those two could have their own comedy show. I could clearly see how opposites attract.

As soon as we were allowed to go, as usual I was the first one out, my fingers itching for a smoke. When I got into my beat up car I took a moment to just stop and breathe, not really wanting to go home just yet. My car wasn’t fancy and elaborate like most of the cars here but it was pure vintage. Passed down to me from my Grandfather – may his soul rest in peace – it was my most precious possession. Electric blue with a long hood and various scratches, the car had a long history. Each and every scratch told a story and as the paint and leather interior had worn out over the years, the beauty of the car never seemed to exhaust me. But the best part of the car? It had a freakin’ cassette player, man I miss those things. The inside was big yet comfortable, and it had the perfect combination of car freshener and the smell of nicotine. Two plastic red dices and a minion hung from the mirror and there wasn’t a speck of dirt in sight – I don’t mind food in the car as long as you keep it clean. My 60s Ford Mustang was an old family heirloom that I planned on passing down. Even after all these years it stilled worked like the day it was bought, in perfect condition.

I watched as Hunter and Katerina exited the building hand in hand, both arguing yet laughing. Another pang of jealousy shot through me, they looked so happy and carefree. Desperation and loneliness clawed at me through the inside. Sometimes I wished I could skip all this crap and just fast forward to my wedding day, where I’m walking down the aisle to the beginning of the rest of my life. But of course as Grandpa always said ‘you shouldn’t rush life, there’s always a lesson to learn on the way’. But then again Gramps never had to go through the process of crushing one someone real hard that they literally make you feel like that ice lolly in that Katy Perry video. He and Grams hit it off on love at first sight. Some people are just lucky I guess.

Why does life have to be so complicated? Why I couldn’t I just grow some metaphorical balls and woman-up and just admit my feelings? I mean why do I have to be such a Piglet – all shy and awkward? Why couldn’t I ---

My pitiful thought process was interrupted when I saw him rushing out in all his glory, his hair was messy and I think his t-shirt was inside out, he had a football in one hand and his school bag was slung to the side. I curiously gazed at the ball on his hand, I didn’t know he was joining the football team this year, gosh I sounded like a f*cking stalker. Hell, I probably even looked like one sitting here in my car, not making the least attempt to go home. He walked past my car and I ducked. I didn’t want him to think of me as a weirdo, I mean school’s finished and yet I’m still here! Slowly I lift my head and see him walk out the school gates. He doesn’t have a ride, and I’m sitting here in my car, why does my brain take so long to connect the dots. When it finally does, I spring into action; I start my car and drive out. I look everywhere for him but to my disappointment he’s nowhere to be seen. Dang, I must’ve missed him, but he couldn’t have gone too far, I look around again but more slowly, I check both sides of the streets and even ignore the horning behind me, but I couldn’t seem to locate him. I push down my frustration and disappointment and drive home, passing by Hunter’s Range Rover parked on the kerb.