Chasing Her

Layla

I take my seat at the back of the room where the teacher assigned me. Last day until spring break I tell myself. I sit down and get organized,  taking out a pencil and my social studies textbook already wishing I was back in my warm, comfy bed. Back to safety. I look around the classroom. Everythings so modern day. Theres a smart board in the front hanging on the wall. The teachers huge desk is to the right by the door of doom. The floor has cold white tiles that makes me feel like uncomfortable. Why can't we just have carpet in every room? I sigh and look at my desk.

I don't wanna fight another day. I wish time wold just stop. Give me a second to catch up with this unpredictable thing we call life.

I was so lost in my thoughts, I didn't hear the teacher call my name. There was a light tap on my arm bringing me back to the living. I look up into bright blue eyes. Derek. He points to the teacher trying to give me a stern look. But his eyes reveal his real emotions. He thinks this is funny. I see a small smile form on his perfect lips.

"If you want a autograph,  all u have to do is say so."

And just like that my day is going. I get up and pinch his cheek. "Your not that popular" I say rolling my eyes, but couldn't help the small smile.

He holds his chest. "That hurt"

All of a sudden a stern voice broke our bantering.

"Layla, don't just stand there." Ms. Hastings said looking quit annoyed as she impatiently waited.

Man teachers hate me. What did I do this time. I start the never ending journey to her desk at the front of the classroom.

I look around as I walk down the aisle of lined desk. My palms start to sweat. Their all staring. Judging. My face. My outfit. My hair. My body. Everything. Thats what people do. They can't help it. Its human nature. They may not voice their thoughts, but don't be fooled. Everywhere you go people will judge. I've learned this lesson way to many times.

I finally reach the teachers desk that I wouldn't ever approach on my own. Ms. Hastings is strict and incrediably messy. Her desk has scattered papers everywhere.  She has long blonde hair, dark green eyes. She appears to be in her late twentys. She looks like she just stepped out of a magizine for crying out loud. With her good looks and brand name cloths. Today shes wearing a white blouse with a black pencil skirt and pointy black high heels. The magiority of the girls in Hilltop High School envy her. And the boys just gawk at her and fake questions, so she will come over to their desk, then they 'accidentally' drop their pencil so they get a nice view when the teacher bends over to pick it up.

"Are you aware that you have the highest grade in my class." Ms. Hastings says looking proud. I didn't know what to say so I just stared at her.

So out all the brilliant things to say in this world all that comes to mind is "um.... no"

"Well I just wanted to say congrats and keep up the good work" Ugh,

That was a total waste of walking. I gave her a tight smile. "Thank you and I will" I say and turn on my heel to walk back to my seat. Derek raised his eyebrows in question. I just shake my head and sit beside him. He leans in and wispers, "You want to go clubbing next weekend with Alison and me"

I pretend to think about it. "Come on, Layla. I need to go man hunting. I even bought lingerie." He whined. I blushed remembering shopping at Victorious Secret with him.

I chuckled before nodding my head.

"Alright"