Okay...stay calm. Pretend you didn't just crash into the hottest guy in senior year. Just breathe. In. Out. My old yoga teacher would be so proud.
These are the thoughts I'm having as I crash into the "bad boy". I cautiously glance up at him , and then quickly look back down. He is literally fuming.
"Watch where you're going nerd." Ouch. "Oh and you dropped something. " He picks up a piece of paper and reads it before smirking. "Fall in love? Really?"
No.
This can not be happening.
"Give it back!" I say trying to pry it out of his hands. Damn him for being so tall.
"Actually, I don't think I will" he smirks before sauntering away .
Fuck.
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After lunch time, I look for him everywhere, but he it no where in sight. Defeated, I walk into my class, only one minute early. Damn, I let some list get in the middle of my education.Then I notice somebody is sitting in my seat. when i get closer, he turns around. Noah.
Noah?
Noah Peterson?
Okay, so why am I so shocked? Noah rarely ever comes to class. He didn''t even come on the first day of school! The only day he came was to present a project about some Greek trajedy. Of course, he didn't so it, but he came to wing it, and surprisingly, he actually knew what he was talking about and got an A. I worked hard on that and got an A-.
"Surprised?" Noah brings me out of my thoughts.
"You're in my seat."
"You can get a new one."
"I don't want to get a new one."
"Well then too bad."
I looked around to see if any other seats were available. No, all were filled except for the two beside Noah, which was the reason I liked that seat. No one really liked me , and I could care less. That way there were never any distactions from my education."So first you take my list, then you take my seat?" I whisper , as the teacher just entered the room. He just plugs his ears.
This is going to be a long day.
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And it was.
A long day that is. Noah kept on tapping his pencil and shaking his leg the whole period. When I gently -no harshly- told him to stop , the teacher chose that moment to look over. I got handed a pink slip for detention, and Noah just smirked. Ooh I just want to rip those pink plump shiny lips off of him and destroy them. I mean destroy him.
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