The Forbidden Fruit Tastes The Sweetest

The Forbidden Fruit Tastes The Sweetest (1)

"Willow Destiny Vacen." 

I stood up, my red-ish hair partially covering my eyes. "Here," I said. Mrs. Dredds smiled thinly at me, and then did something unexpected. 

She called out another name.

"Forestt Blake Woodrow." 

I was used to bieng the last one called out in role call. Vacen, my last name, started with V. No one in my class had a last name beginning with anything after it. This must be a new student.

I looked up, suddenly interested, just in time to see Jennifer Hodges reaching into her see through white tank and pushing up her "little friends" in her lacy black bra. Whoa, there.

I looked around to see the cause of all this chaos; I knew the girls in Harrison High School were either sluts or skanks... but they'd never done it this much. All around me, girls were rolling up their skirts, pulling up their booty shorts, and pulling down their shirts.

My eyes fell on the most amazing person I'd ever seen.

His eyes were the color of moonlight; silver with a subtle glow. His black, silky looking hair hung across his face and fell slightly in his eyes. He walked with a slow, sexy gait and seemed graceful yet tough. I could feel the bad boy vibe coming off of him in waves, literally.

And he was sitting down right next to Jennifer.

Of course.

I sighed, pulling my arms around myself and shivering through my deep green Pac Sun knit shirt. I was stupid to think the boy would even notice me. 

Little Miss Emo Bitch. 

That was me, that was how I was portrayed in this god-forsaken high school. I was not emo, at least not in the way they portrayed it.

I was no abused, I was not raped, I did not cut.

But yet, I was sad. I don't remember a time when I've felt whole. It all started when my father died. His heart just stopped one day. My Mother told me God wanted him back. 

Sometimes, things happen over which you have no control. That was one of those things. And another was the fact that my Mom never talks to me. Ever since my Dad died, it's been a silence. 

I don't know if anyone can ever fill it,

The bell rang then, with a shrill, high pitched sound. I gathered my things and left homeroom, going to first period- Calculus. Math was my strong spot, in a sea of weak spots, if you get my drift.

In math, the numbers all seemed to make sense to me. I took my seat near the back, and opened up my book, more excited than I looked. 

Think of the bitch, the bitch will appear.

Jennifer Hodges slid into the seat next to me, passing me a mocking look. 

I pursed my lips, trying to ignore her as the class started.

For the first problem, Mrs. Griffin, the math teacher, called on Jennifer for the answer, which was clearly 2x, 3y. (**author;; im not in calculus yet! I dont know if this is a legit answer, but bear with me.)

Jennifer crossed her lips, biting the tip of her pen. I hoped she'd get poisoned by the nasty blue ink. "Umm, is it 30?" She asked. 

I sighed in frustration, furrowing my eyebrows at her. Was she some kind of an idiot? Mrs. Griffin had just told us that the answer wasn't a number without a variable. 

I raised my hand.

"Willow, what do you think the answer is?" 

"2x, 3y." I said softly, my hair falling my eyes. 

"Thank you!"  Mrs. Griffin said. "Okay, problem number 2 is--"

Suddenly, a deep, rich, smooth voice called out. "I'm not sure I understand why 2x, 3y would be the answer," the voice said. I looked up, to see that Forestt guy sitting directly across the room from me, staring me down with a piercing look in his silvery eyes.

Mrs. Griffin smiled warmly at him, more warmly than she'd ever smiled at me. I felt colder than ever, and laid my head down on my folded arms. 

"Willow, why don't you write on the board how you got the answer," Mrs. Griffin instructed.

I sighed and got up, making my way to the white board. With a black marker, I carefully wrote out my work for the problem. It was a simple act of using an " f(x)=dx " type formula.

I turned and started walking back to my seat, but, bieng the klutz I was, I tripped over my own feet.

I fell with a startled yelp, flat on my back. 

The class dissolved into mindless laughter, and I blushed, staring at my black converse, embarrassed. Even Mrs. Griffin was chuckling slightly. 

A muscular hand was suddenly waving in front of my face. Slightly surprised, I looked up to see... Forestt? His deep silver eyes were shining brighter than ever with amusement. I gingerly took his hand and he pulled me up, smirking.

"Watch your step," He said quietly, walking back to his own seat.

I whirled around and quickly moved back to my own spot, making sure my head was down and no one could see my eyes.

The stupid green things were a dead giveaway of every emotion I was feeling. 

And that got me nowhere.

I kept my head down and my mouth shut for the rest of the day, not wanting to see Forestt again. 

But, since life was the way it was, he was in all of my classes.

Fudge Nuts.