Monday August 31st
JORDAN
I could feel the sweat dripping off my face, the weight of my body assisting me as my chin reached over the bar. The sound of nineties rock playing through the sound system of our home gym. Metallica's Enter Sandman always seems to get me pumped up in the morning, which is ironic considering the name. I finish my repetitions, feeling better for pushing my limits doing calisthenics.
Looking at the clock on the wall I notice I have about another hour before I have to leave for my first day of my senior year in High School. To say that I wasn't at all excited was an understatement. I hated school with a passion, mainly because it did very little to satiate my mind. The classes were too easy, I tend to get bored with them quickly.
Don't get me wrong, it's not the learning part that I hate. On the contrary, I love to learn. Maybe hatred is a too strong a word, my dislike is aimed towards the teachers who lack the passion to their craft. Although, there are the few exceptions. I'm sure some students don't make it any easier either.
My thirst for knowledge has always been unquenchable. If I'm not working out I usually spend my time reading books or watching videos that are related to learning in some way or another. Whether it be from world history, animals, or one of my personal favorites myths and legends.
At the age of fifteen the high school had given me the option to take college courses, but I refused because I didn't want any unwanted attention with my graduating class or college students. I was already different to other kids in my school, why add college into the mix.
However, my parents and the school board didn't want me to stunt or squander away my intellect, so they settled on me taking two college course studies online a year to see how well I did. Using my 'free period' and study hall to adhere to my education.
I wouldn't say I was genius level, at least not in my opinion. My IQ is a little higher than most. I didn't want to stand out more than I already did, I just wanted to be as normal as I possibly could, considering my extra appendage between my legs. Not that I kept it a secret or anything. The kids at school know about it, but they don't seem to care or at least they act as if they don't.
I never really got bullied because of it. I guess it did help that I was tall, a few centimeters over six foot and I have a muscular physique. And to help matters I know how to defend myself, due to me participating in MMA fighting. Practicing different styles of martial arts since I was eight years old.
I shut off the music and left the our home gym. Went up to my room and walked into my en-suit bathroom, took a relaxing shower, wrapped myself in a towel, brushed my teeth and brushed my short thick raven colored hair. Deciding to go with the just-got-out-of-bed look by running my fingers through it with a dollop of hair gel, only to have it return to its original place which was on the side of my face.
I turned my head to each side to check for any unwanted blemishes. I stared at the honey colored eyes looking back at me. Letting my thoughts drift to this past summer. I thought of her. The only woman to ever capture my heart the moment our eyes met. She was the only one that captivated my mind, heart, and soul. Very fairytale way to put it, I know, but it's true. It took everything I had to walk away from her that day. I didn't want to let her go, but I knew I had to. We both had lives to get back to.
Although I knew deep down no one would come close to the way I felt when I was with her. Sydney had a power over me so unfathomable it didn't even have a name, just one single purpose. To hold me captive and never let go. I have willingly surrendered to it, over and over, time and time again. But the sad truth remains, distance will keep us a part.
Mentally shaking my thoughts of her, I proceeded to go into my room to pick out today's attire. I don't dress like your average high school teenager, with the skinny jeans, brand name or band name sweaters with Vans or Converse shoes. Not that I'm knocking that style, I have dressed like that on occasion, but for me it's a very casual way to dress.
My chosen attire is business like clothing. Armani, Gucci, Versace, Prada, the list goes on. Now I know what you're thinking, or I can take a wild guess – and before you put me in a stereotypical box of a spoiled rich girl, let me gut check you real quick. I didn't always have it this good. The first twelve years of my life I grew up poor. It wasn't until I turned thirteen that my dad's record company took off and started to generate millions of dollars.
Our house isn't some twenty plus room mansion either, it's actually a rather modest home. Well modest for most millionaires, a beautiful Victorian style home. With a wrap-around porch that my mom always dreamed of having. The house itself is very elegant in style, it suits the three of us just fine. Giving us more than adequate space so as we don't feel like we're hovering over one another. I have all of the privacy I could ever need.
I walked into my closet and picked out a simple black pinstripe Armani business suit with all white long-sleeved button-down dress shirt. Making sure to tuck it in, then put on my slim black leather belt. I decided to ditch the jacket, it seemed a bit much for the first day of school. I put on my black Armani wingtips, grabbed my backpack and walked downstairs to the kitchen.
I took a quick glance at my surroundings and noticed my parents weren't home. Hmmm…they must have stayed at the studio last night, which isn't out of the ordinary. I looked at my text messages on my phone and sure enough there was a text from my dad saying that they were going to be there all night.
Deciding that I wasn't that hungry, I grabbed an apple, taking a bit of it. Then checked all of the doors making sure they were locked. Satisfied I went then out the sliding glass door. Our garage is probably one of the things that is the most ostentatious because it's able to hold up to twelve cars, four of which are mine. My cars are like my babies, funny enough, they are pretty much the only things that would make me seem spoiled. Yeah, I have a thing for cars. Classics mostly.
As I walked to my blue 1978 Dodge Charger, I received a text from my best friend Kennedy.
"Hey papi, come swoop me up. My cars in the shop and I need a lift." I roll my eyes at her demanding tone. Yeah, I can tell by her text that she has an attitude already.
"Only if you ask nicely." I quickly reply, knowing full well that she won't.
"Just shut up and come and get me." I smirked at her reply.
"Awe, be still my heart. You know exactly how to whisper sweet nothings to me." I respond sarcastically. I send her another quick text. "I'll be there in few. You're lucky I love you." I smile as I shake my head and then get into my car. Just as I was about to pull out of the driveway another text comes through.
"That's a good girl, now be a good little bitch and come and pick me up." I chuckle as I read her text, sending her a text in response.
"Says the woman who doesn't have a pot to piss in or a window to throw it out of. Keep it up and your ass can start kicking rocks." I start heading towards her house that's only five blocks away.
"You won this round, but this isn't over. Next time Gadget, next time. And BTW, I gots mad love for you to boo." Once again, I shake my head and smile at my bestie.
Once I pull into her driveway Kennedy comes running out of her house, her shoulder length blonde hair blowing in the wind as she runs towards my car. Kennedy's athletic build was due to her being the volleyball captain. She stands about 5'7", with slightly tanned skin which glistened in the morning sunlight. Kennedy is drop dead gorgeous and could have any guy she wants but she's never been the type to sleep around. By no means is she a virgin, she just has a strict taste in the guys she dates.
Kennedy opens the passenger door and gets in my car, her pink, black and white plaid short pleated skirt rides up a bit as she tries to get comfortable in the passenger seat, I notice she's wearing a pink v neck crop top as she throws her backpack in the back seat.
"Good morning mami." I greet her as I flash her a lopsided grin.
"Good morning papi, how was your night?" she asked as she kisses me on my cheek. And no, we are not dating nor do we have those types of feelings for each other. We are and always will be strictly platonic. We just have a twisted friendship. It's been that way since the beginning.
"Not bad, went to work then went to the gym. Had a good workout, then went home and went to bed. You know, the usual. How was your night?" I reply as we come to stop at the traffic light.
"Did the whole Netflix and chill thing. Talked to Carter for a little bit." She replied trying to sound nonchalant, but I knew she was ecstatic on the inside. Carter being her crush since freshmen year, aside from being popular, Carter's actually not a jock as most would probably assume. He's actually the school's newspaper editor and photographer, made popular by his stunning good looks. The tall, dark and handsome type or so I'm told.
"So…anything interesting happen then?" I asked intrigued by this new-found development.
"No, not really. Just that he asked me to go out with him, like on a date." And just like that, Kennedy's smile couldn't be contained any longer.
"Congrats mami," I say smiling my big toothy grin. "I'm so happy for you. Kennedy Rowland's finally bagging her dream guy." I say teasingly.
"Shut up and just drive papi." Kennedy looks ahead continuing to smile.
We pulled into the parking lot, grabbed our bags and got out. There's already students flooding the campus. Kennedy and I walk to the office to get our schedules. I look at my classes which to me seem fairly easy. Economics, Philosophy, AP Physics, Sociology, Latin, and AP English Literature and Composition. (Yeah, in that order.) Lucky for me I have a free period before my last class.
Thankfully this year my classes are in line with my college curriculum. This semester is going to be interesting to say the least. Kennedy and I only had two classes together this semester, Economics and AP English Literature and Composition. Well at least we have the same lunch. Thank God for small favors, am I right?
I go to my locker with Kennedy following behind me. Then start to put away the supplies I won't be needing today, Cole seemingly comes out of nowhere and greets us both with a big hug. I missed having him around, this summer didn't feel the same without the third amigo.
"So did you guys hear that we're getting a new teacher this year?" He asks getting excited over someone he's never met.
"Yeah I heard, I also heard she's young and gorgeous." Kennedy replies just as excited. I swear, these two together feed off each other when it comes to gossip. They were worse than a group of women gossiping in a knitting circle. I mean, you would think that Cole was gay because of it.
Not only that the dude's style was always on point, I had to give it to him. Pompadour type haircut with a taper fade, dark blue skinny jeans, plain white t-shirt and plain white Air Force Ones. He has a strong muscular build, standing around 6'4", honey blonde hair, olive colored skin. I guess being the schools go to wide receiver helped with his athleticism.
As Cole and Kennedy continued their conversation, I sighed and feigned interest. I was curious on some level, but I didn't think much of it. I had other things occupying my mind at the moment.
Like the fact that I couldn't keep my mind from drifting back to this past summer and how I spent it in New York with my parents. I had never expected to find summer love, but I did. Thoughts of Sydney came rushing back, I smiled every time I thought of her. With her caramel colored skin, her long dark brown hair that went down to her perfectly plump ass, I had to bite my lip as I remembered her perky C-cup breasts, Sydney's curvaceous toned body was enough to make any man or woman want to ravage her.
I was the lucky one that got to take her practically every night since that fateful day. No words can truly describe the instant attraction that drew us closer together in more ways than one. We found it hard to keep our hands off of each other, to the point where we gave in to our carnal desires, it became a primal need to be together. Just thinking about it made me semi hard.
Just as my thoughts were beginning to drift towards more intimate memories, the warning bell rang bringing me out of my reverie. I closed my locker then grabbed my bag, Cole gave us a parting hug and rushed off to his first period class while Kennedy and I headed to ours.
Just as I predicted, my classes so far turned out to be fairly easy. Lunch time came and went, by then the entire school was in an uproar talking about the new AP English Lit and Comp teacher. You would think that no one ever saw a beautiful woman before. I decided to shrug it off and continue on with my day.
I had a free period before AP English Literature and Composition. I went to the library to do a little light reading to pass the time before my last class of the day. As I was getting to the good part in my book the bell rang signaling the end of sixth period. I grabbed my backpack once again and then headed towards class.
Kennedy caught up with me near the school cafeteria and we walked the rest of the way together. When we made it to the classroom, we took the seats farthest in the back. Students continued to file in taking their seats, whispering to others their excitement to finally lay eyes on our school's newest teacher. I took a better look around my surroundings and didn't see the newest faculty member i.e. our teacher.
The warning bell rang and still no teacher. I rummaged through my bag and took out a notebook and pen. As I set the objects on my desk, I heard the clicking of heels echo throughout the hallway. The chatter of the students dissipated as our new teacher walked through the classroom door. All eyes fell on the Egyptian like Goddess that strolled elegantly to her desk.
Time seemed to stand still as the shock of a lifetime swept over every emotion and thought that I had. My mouth agape, a small gasp escaped me as I realized that this wasn't a dream at all. She must have heard me, because she turned her head at that exact moment and we locked eyes. Her mesmerizing emerald eyes widened in surprise.