Blondes, Tans, and a beat up VW

Chapter 1: A Dollar a day means a blonde a day.

Chapter 1: A dollar a day means a blonde a day.

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     I ran into my new class, in a new school... late. As soon as I opened the door, all eyeswere directed on me and not for the reason most teenage girls would want. My face flushed. Ifaced the interrupted class as the teacher handed me a pink detention slip with a very unhappy face.

      I silently groaned and walked to the back of the class and took a seat. Iquickly took out my books and took in my surroundings and people around me. Most of thegirls were blonde and about half had spray-on tans that made their skin look a little orange...no big surprise. I was now in California and I had to get used to it. The guys kept looking over at me and flashing me million-dollar smiles. In fact, most of them probably were million dollarsmiles. More of the guys had tans that looked natural, unlike the blonde bimbos who were trying repeatedly to get their attention. I felt embarrassed. I was trying to melt into the crowd and I was failing... majorly. I had wavy brown hair and fairish skin that was tanned but not orange. I looked at the teacher and tuned in for a few minutes and then got bored. Great, I thought, another year of math I already know... fine by me! Finally class ended and I shoved my books in my messenger bag and rushed into the hall, or should I say the sea of blondes.

      Oh. My. GOD!!!! Chicks in small tank tops, mini-skirts and heel-flip-flops surrounded me as I walked through the crowd. I finally found my locker and turned the small wheel to the numbers the office had given me that morning. It opened with a click and I placed my bag on the first shelf and pulled out my phone. I dialed the number of my best friend Alissa by heart.

       She answered on the second ring, as usual. "Hello?" she chimed through the phone. "I hate it here. I just want to go home." I said, trying not to allow my bimbo-dislike find its way through my voice. "Awww. It's okay Nat. I'm sad that your dad got transferred to that Power Plant to. But I’m sure it will get better. Anyway, I’m sure there are some hot guys there, I mean your in freaking California!!" she squealed. "Lissy! Not the time to talk about hot guys. You can do that another time when I am not drowning in the Blond Ocean!" I said bitterly. "Your right. Your right. I'm sorry." she said, "At least you won't have to pay attention in class... again. I'm sure know what's being taught I mean you’re a freaking bookworm!" I chuckled. "Oh sorry Nat! I got to go. We'll talk later! Bye!" She said quickly and then hung up. I sighed and chucked my phone back into my bag.

      As I closed my locker, a tanned, smiling face met mine. "Hey!" he said, "Your new here right?" I nodded. He stuck out his hand. "I'm Mark. Nice to meet you." he said and I smiled. I then shook his head and replied, "Natalie. Natalie Jones." I answered. "So maybe you want to hang out some ti-" he was cut off by an ice cold glass of water being poured on his head. I looked over his shoulder and saw a rather satisfied blonde holding a empty glass. I took that moment to make my exit.

     The rest of the day went by rather quickly. I had guys asking me for my number most of the time. But it was all good. I sat in class for a lot of it... bored and even though I thought it was impossible, even MORE blonde and tans!!!! After the last bell I raced out the door and tried to get to my car as fast as possible so I could get home.

     When I stepped out the door I saw a lot of making-out teenagers, laughing dudes, glaring girls and most of all... the mother of expensive cars.

     I walked over to my beat up VW with my head down, watching my worn converse walk in the same rhythmic pattern. Before I got to my car however, something else caught my eye. He was wearing a pair of even more worn converse then mine (if that was possible), a gray, faded, band t-shirt, a black hoodie with the hood up, and had his IPod plugged into his ears. He was casually leaning against the hood of his car.  He was parked in the spot next to mine. In fact, he was so badly parked that I couldn't pull out!

Now, I might be shy at times... but when somebody does something I hate, or is intruding an area that my property is in... I'm not the happiest camper! I marched up to his, and pointed my right index finger at him. "Hey!" I yelled, "Is this YOUR car?!" I asked. He didn't hear me. i reached my hand out and pulled out an earphone. He raised his head and looked up. His hood fell down a bit. He had brownish hair and brown eyes. "Yeah?" he asked. "What do you want?" I glared at him. "To leave!" I said impatiently, " So if you would kindly move your freaking car!" I said, my voice getting angrier. I crossed my arms over my chest. He looked me up and down and shrugged. "What if I don't want to?" he asked, obviously not getting my pissed off vibe. I chuckled a bit before I almost erupted with anger. 'Look Buddy! Move your car or I can move it for you." I said and tightened my fist a bit. He stepped away from his car and toward me. "With what?" he asked, "That piece of junk that you car a car?" he asked as he pointed toward my precious VW "Hey bu-" I started but was soon cut off. He held up his hand and said "Please, call me Jake." I silently screamed in frustration. "Just move your damn car." I said trying to maintain my cool. He looked me up and down again and I crossed my arms in front of my chest harder. He then smirked. "Sure thing sweetheart." he said and turned toward his car but then stopped and returned to me. "Oh, and you are?" he asked. "Natalie.."  I murmured. "Natalie." he repeated. "Well it was a pleasure meeting you." he said, still smirking.

      "Yeah. I wish I could say the same." I mumbled as I opened my door. He looked at me again. "You know," he said, "If you keep talking to me like that, why should I move my car?" My head snapped back to him and anger flared in my eyes.

     I slammed my door and walked up to him and punched him in the shoulder. "Ouch!" he said. "Do you wanna keep talking or move the car?" I asked with a sweet smile. Then turned and got into my car. He got into his, pulled out and yelled while driving away: "See ya later sweetheart!" I rolled my eyes and pulled out.