HE'S MINE

.1.

Andrew Meyers

Warning- female writing from a male perspective.

I sat up almost automatically a few minutes before my alarm clock rang.

School began two weeks ago but one could only wish that the holiday could stay longer. The only comforting thing was the fact there was only two more terms before I could say bye to high school and hello to college. I'd already sent my college application with hope of being a lawyer.

Rubbing my eyes I stood up from bed making my way to the ensuite bathroom of my room and got ready for school.

My days outfit consisted of a worn out jeans and a grey hoodie which was slightly oversized and my glasses.

I picked of everything I needed, slinging my small book bag on my shoulder before opening the door, going to the room I wished to never see.

Out of habit I stopped at the white door before shutting my eyes tightly and jogging down the stairs into the kitchen where my plate of bacon and eggs were already laid.

My mom was at the sink washing some plates while my dad was taking a sip of coffee as he scrolled through his phone looking up briefly at me but his attention went back to his phone, ignoring me like always.

"Morning " I greeted taking a seat, causing my mom to glance at me. We shared a similar colour of eyes, grayish with a hint of green. Other than that I had inherited everything else from my father. His brown hair dimpled cheeks and everything else.

My mom's eyes held light but it wasn't enough to wash away that sad glint she had.

"Andrew how was your night? " she asked with a slight smile on her cheeks before turning her attention to the sink.

"It was nice. "

"Ready for school today? "

I inwardly groaned realizing I have to be ready for another year of harsh shoving and insults which I deserved.

I put on a fake smile on my lips.

"Can't wait"

She smiled in return completely oblivious to everything around her.

I scarfed down my breakfast and left, throwing my worn out canvas before I began my ten minutes walk to school.

Soon I got to the building, empty due to the time I came. No normal teenager would want to come to school fifteen minutes after seven.

I walked to my homeroom class dropping my things in my locker when I got there. I took my seat, at the corner, next to the window very far at the back so I could manage to avoid spit balls.

As time passed people began piling in till th class was almost full when the bell rang.

Our homeroom teacher, Mrs Gale started her usual pep talks and the bell rang.

I packed my stuff and left to my next class, biology. The teacher gave me a friendly smile as I passed.

"Loser" some one muttered as I passed their table to my usual spot. I ignored the person and took a seat.

The tardy bell rang and the lesson started. A few minutes into the lesson the door slammed open and a girl came in.

A few jaws dropped as she entered. Not that it was necessary but certainly it was worthy.

She had blue eyes and long blonde hair reaching below her waistline, her lips painted a deep shade of red and mascara making her eyes look bolder. Apart from this two, no other traces of makeup could be seen. Her figure was like that of an hour glass and she knew it seeing she was dresses to kill in a short skirt that stopped mid-thigh but it wasn't short enough to flash any one accidentally and a loose shirt that hung to her frame, a leather jacket tied around her waist, wearing small heels and stockings a bit of her garter belt showing and her bag strapped to her side.