*** Vote Comment Etc... this part has a lot of dialogue and probably wont make much sense. My mind was going fwooshh (sound it out) while i typed so it fwooshed out onto the computer. Yes i do realize that was confusing. Enjoy!*******
“Ohmygoodness! I am so sorry!” The hot guy apologized, quickly offering me a hand up.
What guy says ‘ohmygoodness’?
“Uh, no big deal,” I responded accepting his held up. “I wasn’t looking where I was going, totally my fault.”
“Are you okay? Do you need to go to the nurse or anything?” He asked concerned. It was kind of cute actually.
I laughed brushing off my jeans. “I’m fine, I trip over my own feet daily, this is nothing.”
I wasn’t kidding. I may do every sport known to man but that doesn’t mean I have any sense of coordination whatsoever. My friends back in Florida always used to marvel at my ability to trip on flat surfaces.
“I’m Katherine by the way.” I stuck out my hand before realizing most people don’t do that, but before I could retract it he grabbed my hand in his surprisingly soft one and shook it like it was the most common thing in the world.
“I’m Ian, can I call you Kat? “ Ian asked letting go of my hand.
“Yeah sure my best friend back home calls me that too.” I smile, happy to have some familiarity in this new town.
“So Kat, you gotta be new, cause I know just about every one of the pretty ladies at this school and I have never seen you ‘round here.” Ian’s voice was a little higher than normal pitch for a dude and it had a cute southern twang.
“Yup, I just moved in last weekend. This is a big school how is it that you know all of the girls?” Something was different about this guy; he wasn’t acting like your typical teenage male. We might just get along...
“Well when you are shunned by the male population you get to know the girlies pretty darn well.”
Then it clicked. “Wait, are you gay?” I asked before I my mind could tell my mouth to shut up. “Oh gosh, sorry that was rude!”
“Nah, its fine I don’t mind, its not like I’m embarrassed by it.”
I must have been beet red. I’ve always had trouble with that whole thought filter concept. If something popped into my head it usually exited through my mouth.
“That’s cool, I had a friend back home who got upset when I figured it out so I wasn’t sure if I’d offended you or anything.” I said relieved that he wasn’t upset. “Do you think you could help me find the office? This school is huge.”
“Sure.” He responded cheerfully (ugh another morning person). Hooking his arm through mine he led me back down the hall to the all glass windowed office.
“And this is our stop,” Ian intoned pretending to be a train conductor.
I giggled and thanked him. Ian reminds me of my dad. After entering the office I noticed the lack of people. ‘Hm, where’s the secretary?’ in pondered. I noticed a little bell on the counter and dinged it a couple times.
“Just a sec,” Came a muffled voice from behind a door. After a few seconds of shuffling a twenty something year old girl came out of the door looking a little disheveled. Before I could wonder why, a gorgeous guy about my age came out of the door she had just exited adjusting his shirt and winking at the secretary. ‘Oh…’ I though.
“Bye Jason, hope that tutoring helps you out.” Said the twenty something year old in what I guessed was a sultry voice. To me it sounds like she has a rather nasty cold.
“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?**********