The bell was two minutes away from ringing and I didn't even have the book I needed for science class on the second floor. I was so going to be in trouble, Mr. Terri hates tardiness.
I got my stuff fast turning the whole locker upside down. I sprinted down the hall and up the stairs panting. I simultaneously looked up to the clock while running and I was thirty seconds out. I wasn't a fast runner and my class was almost to the end of the hall. How was it that I got late today? I didn't sleep well yesterday and mom didn't come back home. She must have been busy at work. Dumb Christine didn't even bother coming by today, what was she thinking?
Oh no!
I sighted Mr. Terri standing by the classroom door looking down at his watch. Two students walked into the class and earned a glare from him. The doors were closing already and Mr. T just retreated into the classroom. I wasn't giving up, I slid across the floor and stuck my book stopping the door from closing. I was panting and bolted inside the classroom, everybody snapping their heads glaring at me including the teacher. Oh I was so finished, my blood was dripping cold and my heart was thumping.
"Get sitting!" He snarled at me making me jump a little before nodding and walking down the space between the lab desks. I walked with eyes falling on me with some snickering, I know I know. I looked like I was chased down by stray clowns wanting to tickle me to death.
Every place was occupied unless for the one at the back left corner of the class. And guess who was the loner, it was Jake not just any random guy named Jake.
The Jake Wyatt, face of school, bad ass hunk as they say with every girl dreaming to get just close enough to smell him, the perfect teen Vogue cover but I could proudly say I wasn't in that category
but why was he sitting at the back alone?
He is usually surrounded with the Barbie likes. I looked to the right and there was really no space for me to slide in. i usually sit by the middle to bay away from the teachers' laser eye attention, moreover in such a boring class i wouldn't want his company
His light eyes looked up at me when he realized I was staring at him while standing just by the foot of the desk
oh no! look away Gia
His pink lips twitched before he ran his finger into his thick dark hair roughly.
"You don't always need a permission to sit, do you?" he said with a crooked smile, he looked pretty sick to me looking all unkempt. I quickly sat down due to his utterance making me feel more embarrassed, in fraction of seconds the air around me dramatically changed, his perfume filling in my senses. It wasn't too strong but it was fiery, energetic and worth drowning in. I threw a glance at him; confused of my own reaction towards him although that was the closest i had been to him, luckily he wasn't looking or paying any attention to the lesson but drawing circles of different dimensions and sizes on his book. He looked really down today not that I used to care what he feels or what he does but today he was sitting beside me. I felt it was a obligation for me to help but I didn't want to get a plate full of embarrassment. You know how those popular kids can be.
I put down my backpack beside me and my books in front of me. I ran my fingers through my messy hair to get it looking less attacked. I didn't have the time to brush through it and to be honest I'm not even sure I brushed my teeth today. Mr. Terri has already started on a new topic while I tried so hard to focus at the back with the chewing and snoring of some students.
How can you be sleeping early in the morning and chewing gum during class?
I was further distracted by a Jake tapping his pen repeatedly against his book. He made me look to him and our eyes locked in, I looked down at his tapping hand and so did he. He then put down the pen and sighed
Gosh, what's wrong with him? this is so annoying
I took back my mind to the lesson delivered and soon enough it was over. The bell rang and Jake was the first person to leave the classroom. Wow he must be so disturbed, he normally stays in to absorb the spotlight.
But what do I care?
I gathered my books and dumped them in my bag, just before Christine walked up to me squeaking. I didn't even noticed she made it to class today. I slung my backpack on my shoulder totally ignoring the look she was giving me.
"You see that?" she squeak happily again making me want to wrap my hand around her mouth and drag her out. She was calling attention on us, they're already starting. I shoved pass her exiting the class to the crowded halls.
"I know you saw it" she said coming to my side.
"I saw nothing" I state remembering the pain I saw in his eyes which was very odd. It was usually brewing delight from all the attention
"He was totally looking your way... the whole time!" she said again for the millionth time shutting her locker. No he wasn't looking my way he was totally not paying attention to Mr. Terri but to the circles he was drawing. How did I know that?! I was occasionally glancing at him. Just you know....normal things people do when sitting by each other.
Oh! And I didn't forget to take a mint(For my breath)
"Can we please just go to math class already" I said pulling her arm and locking it with mine. She would have ran away if I didn't and end up in the principal's office. The whole day went as it should, I enjoyed math class while some slept through it. We rode the bus home and bid each other goodbye.
I went straight to the kitchen to get a snack but almost getting my heart stopped. I didn't expect company, mom was sitting by the table still in her uniform. Her dark hair looked like a party was hosted in it, it was in a messy bun-super messy. She had her back facing me so I walked over to her and wrap my hands around her shoulder
"You should get some rest" I said before planting a kiss in her hair, she smelled like hydrogen peroxide and coffee. Her usual scent, apart from night's out. She wrapped her warm hand around my wrist caressing it carefully before kissing it. I knew she was smiling, I unwrapped my hand and went over to the fridge taking out a juice box and looked over to my mom. I didn't know when a gasp left my throat