Just My Kind Of Girl - ON HOLD...

Chapter 3 - Don't Push the Wrong Button.

THAT'S  THOMAS VEGA-----

Josh Brand----->

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His dark brown curly hair messily laid upon his head, seeming like he kept running a hand through it. His blue eyes shone with a stunning glow that would send girls into shock. He wasn't as muscular as some of the boys here, but he was average and the v-neck t-shirt he wore tightly clung to his muscles.

"Miss Young, the cursing."

"Oh. Sorry Mr. Longstead."

He let out a light chuckle, his smile showing his white, pearly teeth.

"I'm Mr. Patrone. Mr. Longstead left for a time being."

"Oh. Okay. I guess I'll head out."

He nodded, giving me a small thumbs up. "And Mr. Vega?"

Thomas sighed, "Wha- Yes, Mr.Patrone?"

"Don't start any trouble. I'm warning you. Now go, you know class doens't start until 11 today."

"Yeah, sure. Bye," He growled out. He motioned me over towards himself, pointing towards the door.

"Lets go."

We walked in silence for a minute, him turning back to look at me every half second.

"See what you like?"

He stopped, turning half way so I could see his left eye.

"No. Just weird they let a tattoo emo in our school."

I frowned, my jaw clenching in my anger. I walked in front of him, my nails digging into my hands as fist formed. I hate when people call me Emo. And the thing about it is, Emo's are super cool people that are funny with the same damn feelings everyone else have.

So why get mad?

Cause they have a goddamn lable.

I stood in front of him, my glare already seeming to send chills down his back. He tried to hold his composure, but it easily gave up.

"Don't you dare call me an Emo. Ok, end of conversation. I'll find my own fucking way around the damn school. Goodbye, Timmy." I quickly snarled out before I turned away from him.

"Its Thomas, and wait," He said, quickly grabbing my hand, "Look, sorry. I didn't mean to call you that. You just seem so, you know, gothic, evil."

I smirked, snatching my arm from his grip.

"Next time, just ask. Now, where is this Advisory room thing?"

"This way," He grinned, motioning me over.

We walked for a while until we got to a elevator. It wasn't those old broken down elevators that smelled like piss and weed. It was one of those hi-tech ones that you see in movies, with the shiny metal walls and bright light above.

I looked at Thomas, who stood in front of me in the elevator. I looked around for the panel with the buttons on it so we could move, but couldn't find it.

"Its on the back of the door."

I looked back at him, his green eyes looking at me.

"The floor buttons, that is what your looking for, right?"

I nodded, shocked as to see the door slid shut and, indeed, the floor indicator and buttons were on the door. But the buttons weren't buttons. They were like touch screen keys on the door.

What kind of school is this?

He slid his finger across the screen, typed some things and soon enough, we began to move. But we were going down, instead of up, we were moving down.

He turned back to me, his eyes fully telling me he had curiosity.

"Hey, can I ask you a few questions?"

I raised an eyebrow, my head cocked to the left.

"Didn't you just ask me one?"

He glared at my smart aleck response, but quickly shook it off.

"The tattoos, why did you get them?"

I tensed at his question, the question everyone ask.

The question I never answer.

He noticed my reaction to his question, and told me that I didn't have to answer it, but he thought they had a meaning. A few seconds later, the elevator stopped.

"Wait, this is 2a."

I quickly said "So?".

He looked up at the ceiling, his hand scratching the back of his head as if he was annoyed.

"We're going to 3c."

Then, as if on cue, the door opened.

"Hi Thomas."

"Aria."

A small hazel eyed blondie walked inside. She obviously had too much make up on, and with the small pink and black tube top dress that only hit up to her mid-thighs made me wonder if she was a school slut.

"You must be the new student here, I'm Aria BrunaVell. Nice to meet you."

"Kristen Lee Young. Are you, like, the welcoming committee or something?"

But before she could answer, Thomas "coughed" out, "With her legs open."

She rolled her eyes, then turned around to Thomas, who she then turned around to face her.

"Look, Thomas. You know what happened that night."

"No, no one but YOU knows what happened that night. Don't give me that bullshit. It happened, we're over. End of it."

"No! Not the end of it! It didn't happen like that! You never listened to me!" She yelled.

Well, I guess I'm not here. I began to trace the outline of the name tattooed on my right wrist, forced to listen to the annoying blabbering.

"No, Aria! I tried to listen, but what was the goddamn point?! Not just one person told me something different, but half the damn school who was there did! Don't-" He tried to continue to, but the elevator dinged and stopped on 3c. Thomas sped out, not even wanting to turn around to see if I was following suit.

I turned to Aria, her eyes filled with tears. "I'll see you around. Bye Aria." Then I quickly ran out, bumping into Thomas, who stood in front of a door that had "Welcome" written on it.

"This is our Advisory room. Just to let you know, your one of the now two girls in this adviosry. It was just seven of us with one girl. Now its eight with two."

He opened the door, and instantly I saw a group of guys huddled around what seemed like a laptop, all their dicks standing on edge.

"So, Thomas. This advisory is full of porn watching nerds who can't find any smuts to play around with?"

He chuckled, bumping his elbow into my side.

"Pretty much. But we are not nerds. All of us a Football players, basketball players, and Rugby players. And we can get whatever whenever with whoever."

"Is that why you were yelling at Aira, or whatever her name is?"

He sighed, his shoulders slumping.

"Yeah. She was my Girlfriend. Until recent events told me otherwise."