Genna is her school's best counselor...well in the column of relationships.
Things get big once she's picked to represent her school in an article writing contest. But what happens when you've got a bigger problem at hand? - Getting the school's bad...
Dark hair, thick eyebrows, tattoos all over his right arm and a scar on his cheek which lifts his cheek bones.
Yep, hundred percent bad boy.
I walk with Fay to the parking lot. "Hold my books, I'm going to talk to him." I hand my things to him and turn to look for the devil himself.
I push through the crowd till if find him.
He's leaning on his motorbike while having a conversation with two other guys with more tattoos. They don't seem to notice me so I do what a girl does to catch the of bad guys...
I clear my throat.
"Um, rocker dudes are on the other side of this parking lot." Heath finally says eyeing me from head to toe. Did he just insult my ankle boots and tight pants?
"I'm glad you know that they fit as a better choice than you." I retort causing the two guys beside him to make 'oo' sounds. Heath gives a slight chuckle so but I ignore him and just go straight to the point.
"I actually came here to help you." I say giving him a small maile but he looks at me like I'm something that just came out of someone's toe.
"Wait, so you walk over here-insult me and then tell me you want to help me?" He jokes causing the other guys to laugh. This is so embarrassing.
Their laughter becomes louder causing people to turn and look.
"I doubt Krista would like to be treated like this, you know how picky she is and impressions really get the best of her." He pauses and then looks at me with steam coming out of his ears. I give him a casual wink and his friends begin to laugh.
Did I just make Heath's friends laugh at him?
Heath-0 Genna-1
Heath stands up and walks over to me. Towering over me I give a nervous gulp.
"I'll give you one try at this, if you promise not to make fun of me Infront of my friends." He says quietly and waits for an answer. I smirk at him playfully but then reach it my hand to him.
"Truce?" I ask but he looks at me then my hand... bluntly.
"It has to be wet." He states.
Gross.
"Fine." I spit into my palm and reach it out for him, he smirks and then finally says "loser."
He walks away from me, but I don't lose hope.
"Tomorrow, lunch time?" I yell out but he doesn't turn and keeps walking away.
Heath-0 Genna-2
Maybe it is my lucky day.
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Mom pulls out her laptop out of her bag and opens it. Here we go again with another 'board meeting exhibition practice.'
"So I came up with this idea of Palms and oaks, skin care products which have less negative effects and more essential vitamins." She begins.
"Look mom, I know you're upset about a client being allergic to almonds and almost dying...but it's not your fault he couldn't read the label. I mean, nobody is perfect. Some people just have o accept flaws as flaws." I give her my usual speech up, which from time to time gets her teared up.
But this time...
She looks at me confused, like I'm something Aunt Darcy's cat threw up.
"Genna, you're a really good counselor...but I'm not taking that."
"What?"
"The firm's need the money and this is my chance to eat them trust me."
Ok world, my mom has officially lost her mind!
"Alright mom, whatever floats your boat... I'm going to bed." I shrug. Without any further decision, I run upstairs to my room awaiting the troubles of tomorrow with the one and only Heath Rider.
