Chapter 6: Not All Chemistry Equals Love
Shit shit shit. I can't believe I'm late for school and as always I'm the first one here. Actually I've missed my whole first class which is math. Not that I'm complaining but I've never missed a day, never. Stupid piece of crap nightmare reliving itself thus making me get up even earlier then I normally would and then end up falling back asleep in the parking lot. Seriously people didn't notice me sleeping? Assholes.
I shrug. No way in hell am I going to remember that twice in one day. Instead I cleared my mind only focusing on getting myself to class on time, well, second hour that is.
But before I can go in class I have to drop off my backpack at my locker because of the stupid no backpack rule. Dumb ass teachers and their dumb ass rules.
I ran as fast as I could turning to the corner that leads to my hall and ran smack right into someone. Why the hell does this keep happening to me?
I stumbled back a few steps while the other person did the same. Great, yesterday I obtain a bruised butt and I'm gonna get a bruised head. Perfect they match so well.
"The way we keep running into each other is painful," said the up lifting voice I've recently become too acquainted with.
"You're telling me. Everyday I have a new set of prizes to bring home."
Joel Philips laughed a musical laugh where everything is in tune. "Unfortunately I have no prizes to bring home. So congrats on you winnings," he jokes.
"Um thanks," I believed.
Silence fills between us as we stare into each other eyes intently not letting go. His eyes are lock steadily onto me as of mine are lock onto him. Gosh, what am I doing? This guy shouldn't have any effect on me, yet here I stand totally helpless and falling head over heels for him.
"Hey Joel."
"Hi Joel," said a group of flirty girls making their way to class.
Class. I blink a few times remembering my mission; don't be late for my second class, though it's already too late.
The flirty girls kept giggling to one another and staring back obsessively at Joel. But it's like he didn't even acknowledge their presence, his eyes still on me.
"Um-"
"You really like using the word um a lot don't you?" he interrupted with a smirk on his face.
"No I don't. Um I only use it when..." ah shit I used it. Joel lifted an eyebrow pretty much saying he proved his point.
"Look, I don't have to defend myself to you. You're not a judge you know."
"I never said that I am," he said amused.
I rolled my eyes. God he's annoying. "I'm totally late for class and you're not helping me get there any faster."
"Oh sorry, I didn't realize it's my fault for making you late," he said sarcastically.
"Actually you are because you're blocking my path to my locker," I explain though I can pretty much walk around him. But why didn't I?
He stepped aside and gesture his hand to the direction I'm heading towards.
"You better hurry then, class started about ten minutes ago," he said.
"Thank you...wait. Aren't you suppose to be in class too?" I ask.
"Sorry this conversation is terminated," he said.
