No Ordinary Girl

No Ordinary Girl Part 2

“Bye Britt, I’m sure it will.” Winking again Jason swaggered around the counter giving me a quick once over before leaving the office.

“What do you need?” Demanded the secretary, obviously pissed that I’d interrupted her “tutoring” session. 

“I’m new,” I explained for the third time today. “I need my schedule and ID card, please.”

Sighing like I was demanding the most tedious thing in the world of her, Britt straightened her skirt (seriously what’s with this school and wearing a belt as a skirt?) and tiptoed over to the computer, swaying precariously on her ridiculous black pumps.

“Name?” She asked in a bored voice.

“Katherine Young.” I replied matching her tone. Some people…

“Here.” Britt said after a few moments, shoving a packet of papers at me not checking to make sure I had them before dumping the whole folder on the floor.

Grumbling I got to my knees scrambling to get all of the sheets. Why couldn’t they just mail us all of this crap?

“On your knees. Cant say I’m surprised Kit.” I heard a familiar voice say behind me. It couldn’t be…

“Rizzo!” I exclaimed jumping up.

Rizzo and I were sand box besties until I moved away in the sixth grade. We’d kept in touch but I couldn’t believe she was here.

“What are you doing here? I though your Mom moved you guys to Cali?” I questioned excitedly.

“We moved to Placid a year ago, Mom has some new girlfriend over here so we’re living in her house.” Rizzo’s mom, like my dad, always has a partner, also like my dad, it was usually a girl.

“If you girls don’t mind could you take the squeal fest to the commons? Some of us have work we’d like to get done.” Sneered the mean secretary, Britt.

“Oh you mean like that boy that just walked out of here?” I asked sweetly.

Rizzo and I did as she asked, though, after pausing to laugh at her stunned face. I’m not sure she’s used to people talking to her like that. Riz has't changed a bit. She still had her jet black hair that reached her hips in beautifully tamed waves. Her skin was still as pale as the moon and her eyes were just as sky-blue as when I last saw her. She had always reminded me of a gypsy, exotic and mystifying.

“So what classes do you have?” Enquired Rizzo, reminding me that I was still holding the disarray of papers.

After locating my class schedule among the mess I showed it to Riz.

“We have second, fourth, fifth, and seventh period together.” After reading the paper she announced.

After pointing me in the right direction and promising to tell me her life’s story next period we parted. Walking down the hall I got a lot of stares from guys. I ducked into the bathroom to see if I had suddenly sprouted horns or something. Once I was sure I was no different than this morning I let my hair down from the braids, fluffed it a bit and continued my trek to room 333, Biology 2.  

I finally reached the room, after a few wrong turns and a second set of directions, and was greeted by the stares of all of my new classmates, already seated and taking notes. Standing at the front of the room writing on the board was a pear shaped woman in her fifties. Her eyes peaked out from behind a pair of horned rimmed spectacles, evaluating me like I was a frog on the dissection plate.

“Class we have a new student, Katherine Young. Would you like to say a bit about yourself Katherine?” Asked my Teacher, Ms. (“Not Miss not Mrs. Just Ms.") Herald.

“Not really,” I responded quietly, feeling the effects of my coffee wearing off. “Can I just sit?”

“Yes, yes, of course.” Affirmed the plump teacher seeming a bit cross that I didn’t want to speak to the class. “Just find a seat wherever.”

After glancing at my options time seemed to slow down as a Hollywood perfect moment came into play. The only two open seats were next to the bitch from the red car and the boy, Jason, from the office this morning. Picking the less threatening of the two I made my way to the seat near Jason. I had barely had time to take out an empty notebook before a folded piece of paper landed on my desk.

‘Couldn’t stay away could you?’ It said in a boy’s messy scrawl.

I quickly jotted down my response and flicked the paper back in Jason’s direction.

‘There’s lipstick on your collar.'

He hastily brought a hand up to the area in question trying to wipe away the offending smudge. I laughed as he continued to wipe his neck. He looked over at me and it took him a few seconds to realize why I was laughing. He scowled and sent the note flying back in my direction.

‘Ha. Ha. Funny.’

‘I thought so’ I wrote back.

“Mr. Feildman, would you care to read that out loud?” Came the annoyed voice of our teacher.

“Not particularly Ms. Herald.” Jason responded giving her a thousand watt smile while tearing the note to shreds.

I guess the smile worked because Ms. Herald just looked flustered and told him us to stop passing notes in class. Come to think of it, Jason is pretty good looking. Bond hair, blue eyes, the all-American type. He turned and winked at me. The same wink he'd given the skanky secratary just half an hour before. I frowned and looked down at my notes.

"Player." I muttered to myself. Confused by my reaction Jason turned back to Ms. Herald.

Suddenly I felt something hit the back of my head I turned around to see red car girl shooting daggers at me. I opened her note.

‘Back off, he’s mine.’

 ********* So I'm thinking Jason's POV next chapter. Yes?**********