Mr. Right

Chapter 1

I woke up to a knock on my bedroom door. "Laney, it's 6:15, you need to get out of bed," says my mother's lively voice. A groan sounds from the hideous looking beast, wearing my pyjamas, while laying in my bed. Thinking of all the work I'll have to complete over the next nine months fills me with dread. Just as I slide out of bed, my IPhone 5s dings, notifying me that I've received a text. "waking up, Sleeping Beauty! First day today!!! -Aurora." i smile to myself and shake my head as I reply to my insane friend. "First day of our last year, too!" Once my thumb hits the 'send' button, I put the phone down and begin to get dressed. I wear clothes that won't stand out, but still compliment me. My gray American Eagle t-shirt tells everyone around me that I did, in fact, buy it at American Eagle. After completing my outfit with a pair of jeans, I make my way downstairs to eat breakfast.

My drive to the hell hole is uneventful, my little brother, Percy, in the passenger's seat beside me. "So...are you nervous for your first day of high school?" I ask, trying to start a conversation and break the silence I know all too well. When he doesn't answer me, i look over at him quickly and discover he's wearing his headphones. I mentally shrug my shoulders, because how weird would it be if I actually shrug my shoulders and people thought it was out of nowhere. After another fifteen minutes, I pull into the students' parking lot and find a spot to park. As I make my way into the building, I keep my head down to avoid any unnecessary attention.

"Laney!" I hear my name being shouted out and recognize it to be Aurora. I look up just in time to see her jump on me. I thankfully don't fall, but I do stumble back and crash into a hard chest. Aurora jumps off of me and I turn around, my cheeks pink from embarraassment. "I-I'm sorry, sir," I sutter out as I look up at the brooding man. "You should watch where you're going," the tower of a man grumbles out as he brushes past us. "God, that man is too sexy to exist," Aurora whispers in my ear as we both stare at his retreating back. Now that I think about it, he was pretty good looking, like he walked straight out of a magazine. "I guess, if you're into people with that rude of a personality." I roll my eyes. "Come on, let's get to first period."

We settle in our seats in our first class of the year, English. When the bell rings, Mr. Gorgeous-Jerkface walks in. If life were a cartoon, my eyeballs would've popped out of their sockets.Since my stupid self decided to sit in the front row, his eyes immediately landed on mine. They narrowed at me for a second before I dropped my gaze to look at the poorly drawn graffiti on the desk. "Hello, class. If you would please take your seats," he says as the last few stragglers walk in the room. Even his voice is sexy! It holds power and dominance, as if he could lead the whole entire country and not just a twelfth grade English class. "Since you all will be graduating this year, I've decided to go around the room and have everyone tell what college and major they are interested in." Because I decided to sit in the very front corner seat, I was last to go. "And you are?" Mr. Walker asks me once everyone else is done. "Laney Vasko, sir," I answer quietly. "What major and college did you plan on taking part in?" Since everyone else is talking, Mr. Walker has to come closer to me to hear. "Journalism and Colombia University." I've always had a passion to write, but no good topic to write about. Mr. Walker gets a different look in his eyes and mumbles, "Interesting..."

Just then the bell rings and I stand up, planning on heading right out the door. "Ms. Vasko, may I have a word with you?" I tell Aurora to go on without me and head over to Mr. Walker. Panic floods through my mind. Oh no, he's going to give me detention for crashing into him. How will it look when I get a detention on the first day of school? "Yes, sir?" "Well, your teacher from last year told me about you, and how much of an exceptional student you are. While I was looking at some of your past writing, I realized you do have the capabilities and potential to attend any college of your choice. But, extra-curricular activities do have to be added to that list. When I was hired this year, Principle Anderson asked if I could start up a journalism club. Not a school newspaper, just a club. It's for twelfth graders. I know not a lot of students will join, but I think you can really benefit from it." I smile at him and nod my hod. I may actually have a chance to right now! "I'll definitely take it into consideration, but before I say, what is it you plan on doing in this club?" Although it is a journalism club, the topic is so broad there can be several different ideas going through his head. "There are going to be multiple scenarios planned for throughout the year. One, as if we are reporters for a newspaper, another maybe practising yellow journalism. Get the gist of it?" He asks, the first time he actually showed any emotion. I take a glance at the clock and realize I am three minutes late to my next class already. "It sounds great, and I'll be there, but I kind of have to get to class..." I say as politely as possible, wanting to leave him with a better impression than the first. "Oh! Yes, I'm sorry for keeping you for so long. Just let me write you a late pass and you can be on your way." After writing my pass, Mr. Walker gives me the details for the first meeting that I'm so excited for. I leave the room with a, "Thanks, have a nice day!" and continue on my way to Trigonometry.