City Gurl

Chapter Nineteen

"Wha. . ." I stammer, looking up. I expect to see Mrs. Kutcher, but instead I see a boy.

He is dark-skinned with really short black hair, brown eyes, and a ginormous smile. He's grinning right now at me and Ruth.

"Hey, what's this?" he asks playfully. "Hmmm. . ." He scans the page. ". . .notes, I suppose? Ooh, you're not supposed to be passing notes in class!"

"Fuck off, Elliot," Ruth sighs. "And give that back."

"Come on, Cuz," Elliot laughs. He hands back the paper. "Just messing with ya." He winks at us and turns back to his other basketball buddies.

R: dont mind him hes a just a jerk :(

E: CUZ?!?!?

R: and my cuz

E: ur his COUSIN? U guys look nothing alike

R: thats wht everybody says

E: I learned something new 2day! cousins dont always have 2 look alike!

R: lol

E: :D

R: ur funny

E: ik

R: ik u k

E: im bored

R: again?

E: ive always been lolz

R: hehe

I'm about to write something when the bell suddenly rings. We all jump up and grab our stuff.

"So, what do you have next?" Ruth asks. I look at my schedule.

"Uh, gym, I think. Either that or chorus or foreign language or computers. This thing is messed up!"

Ruth giggles. "Yeah, I know right?"

"Ok, is it Day 1 or what?" I ask. Apparently the school has some sort if weird system. There are "Days", like Day 1, Day 2, Day 3, and so on. It goes all the way up to Day 10, and in fourth period every day you have a different thing than yesterday. Each class has its own period. Gym: Day 1, 3, 5, and 9. Foreign Language: Day 2. Computers: Day 4 and 8. Chorus: Day 6 and 10. (A/N: My school actually does this. It seems confusing, but it's really easy to remember!)

"What's this?" I say, pointing at Workshop. "There's no time for this."

"Oh, that?" Ruth asks. "For semesters one and two, you have Family Consumer Science. For semesters three and four, you have Workshop."

"Oh,"

"And also, it's Day 1, so you have gym. I have band. See ya!" Ruth says and leaves before I even get to say bye. I follow her out the door, but she's lost in the crowd.

I head towards the stairs back up to my locker, but right before I get there, something catches my eye.

I turn my head slightly mad spot her. HER. The Alice girl. She's staring into my eyes again. God, why does she keep doing that?

Of course, I stare back, which goes on for about a minute or two, and this time it's broken by someone bumping into me.

I grunt a little and fall but catch myself, and turn back to Alice. But she's gone.

"Sorry! That was totally an accident!" says a voice.

"What?" I say stupidly, whipping around to face the voice. I almost faint. It's the hot guy! Byron, I think. Shit. Shit, shit, shit.

"Oh, hey! I know you! It's. . .Evelyn, right?" Byron says.

"Um, yeah, that's me," I stammer.

Byron smiles at me. I feel like a deer caught in headlights under his gaze. I'm the deer, he's the car.

"What's wrong? You look kind of. . .sick," he notes. I DO?!?!?

I immediately change my facial features to a, er, less sick face.

"No I don't!" I chirp. "I'm fine!"

"Ok, then," Byron grins fondly. FONDLY?! Again?!?!? I glance at his very kissable lips. Do they compare to Harry's? Shut the fuck up, Evelyn. DON'T. THINK. ABOUT. HARRY. THINK. ABOUT. BYRON. BYRON. BYRON. BYRON.

"Soo," Byron drawls, rubbing the back of his neck. "I know this is weird, since we only first met, but. . ." God, is he gonna ask me out?!?!?!? PLEASE LET HIM ASK ME OUT!!!!!! PLEASE!!!!!!

"Well, I was-" his voice is cut off by some random blonde dude butting in and yelling,

"Yo, Byron! Come one! We gotta get to class!" he nods at me and winks. I blush.

"Yeah, yeah, coming, Max," Byron grins at me and starts to leave. "Tell you at lunch, Evelyn." I hear Max say rather loudly while they're leaving, "Man! She's HOT!"

I sigh and turn and walk up the stairs. I'm not really that used to being popularish, so this is new for me.

I find my locker, open it, put my stuff in, and wonder how to get to gym.

"Hey! Evelyn!" a familiar voice calls. I look over and see Gretchen. I run over smile at her.

"Hi! Where's the gym, do ya know?"

"Ooh! I have gym too! Follow me!"

Gretchen dashes down the hallway and down two more flights of fucking stupid stairs. Then we run down another hallway and into a gym.

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After a boring class if gym which involves a gym speech and not much else, Gretchen and I go back to our lockers and discover that we both have ELA next.

I gather my stuff and think about Byron and how Brianna obviously likes him. Brianna. Bitch. She's NOT GONNA RUIN MY LOVE LIFE, OR ANY PART OF MY LIFE, FOR THAT MATTER.

"Gretchen, what do you think of Byron?" I ask suddenly.

"High-class hottie, but total jerk," she snarls. I'm surprised by her anger.

"Uh, why?" I wonder aloud. At this moment, we reach Mrs. Hennessy's classroom and go in. The desks are arranged in groups of four. Me and Gretchen take two seats side-by-side in the front.

"So what were you saying?"

"Byron is a jerk," Gretchen answers angrily. "He bullied my little brother in middle school and labeled him as the worst shit of the school. I was angry and tried to help my brother, Oliver, but that just made me uncool as well. So that's the story." She looks really, really, really mad.

"Oh! I'm so sorry!" I gasp. Byron seems nice! Obviously not. "Ok, then, thanks for information."

"No prob," Gretchen grumbles. Suddenly, someone screams, "HI!!" in my ear and plops down in the seat across from me.

"Hey, Ruth!" I say. Gretchen looks up, sees Ruth, looks like she's mad, happy, and sad at the time, then looks back down.

"Hi, Ruth Ann,"

"Hello, Gretchen!"

The bell rings and Mrs. Hennessy starts talking. Five minutes later, someone comes into the room, breathing hard.

"Hello. Please have a seat next to Ruth," says Mrs. Hennessy. The person comes over and sits next to Ruth and gasps in disgust. I look up and gasp too.

It's Brianna Stai.

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