"Hey, Lis!" he shouted. "This is Jason. He's here from, you'd never guess. C'mon, guess!"
"While I'm not into guessing games," I said, extending my hand to the new boy, Jason,"it's nice to meet you."
He grinned. "Well, Jay was just telling you to guess that I'm from Washington."
I stared. "Washington? Wow you're foreign!" I exclaimed jokingly, hoping he though I was funny. And apparently he did, because he chuckled.
That's when the bell rang and everyone scrambled for their seats. Jason sat on one side of me while Jay sat on the other.
"Well, class, we have a new student here today." said Ms. Alexanderes, curling a finger for him to come up to the front of the classroom while whispers filled the room. "Come on up here and tell us about yourself."
He shrugged and stood up, taking long, graceful strides to the front of the room. With very lean, comfortable posture he shoved his hands in his pockets and began to speak.
"Well, my name is Jason Tole. I came from Washington about a week ago and this place seems pretty nice. My parents are always working, so I'm pretty much on my own, and I have this weird medical condition to where I can't eat certain things. My favorite time of day is night, and I have no siblings."
I found that kind of strange. Parents always working, on his own at what, seventeen? Strange medical condition, night, and no siblings. That should have set off a warning siren and flashing lights in my head, but for some reason, the way he was looking at me didn't let that happen. It was almost like he liked me, but he didn't even know me, so I forgot it... Almost.
I mean, I don't even think I'm pretty with my red, straight-as-a-pin hair that won't style to save my freaking life, my green eyes that almost resemble a dirty river, my pale skin that, if I ran naked in the snow, nobody would even know I was there if not for my hair. I had fairly regular sized breasts that nobody but desperate pervs notice and almost to no figure.
And then him, with his medium long black hair and his deep blood-red eyes. His skin was paler than mine, but it was prettier. His figure was like a jock's with the perfect amount of muscles to win a girl over in a heartbeat and a chest that...
"Lissa Tolla, can I ask what you're daydreaming about this time?" the teacher asked.
That snapped me out of it. "Oh, nothing Ms. Alexanderes, I apologize for that."
She seemed pleased. "Alright then. go back to your seat, Jason, and we'll start class."
He looked at her with a grin. "Does that mean if I don't go back to my seat, we won't start class?"
Everyone laughed, including me. He was a jokester, huh? Well, then, we're gonna be great friends. Ms. Alexanderes smiled. "If you don't take a seat in here, you'll have one in the office. Your choice."
"Yes ma'am." he replied, walking back to his seat. I watched him sit down. He caught me looking and shot me a gorgeous smile that made me feel like passing out.
Holy shit, I thought. Since when do I feel like this?
His crimson eyes slipped over my body, making me uneasy and suddenly self-conscious about myself. He seemed to notice this little fact and looked into my eyes with his smile. I swear, I was pretty close to fainting by this point. Like, I felt like this was something Tylenol wouldn't fix. And I have this rule that, if Tylenol doesn't fix it and make it all better, it's pretty serious. I forced myself to look away and back at the teacher, who was now saying something about the Mayans' disappearance. I wasn't paying attention to the teacher, just off in my own world, which seemed to upset Jay, who passed a note, which looked like this when we were through:
The rest of class flew by quickly, seeing as we only had fifteen minutes left of class when Jay passed me the note. I went by my locker to grab my English textbook and saw no other than Jason Toll at the locker next to mine. As I spun the combination and the lock popped open.
That was when he tapped my shoulder and asked,"Do you know where the Science room is?"
"Yeah, you go down that hallway down there," I said, pointing,"and go down to the end of the hallway, where you should find room two-oh-six."
"Thanks." he said running off with a wave."See ya later!"
"Heya." I felt someone whisper. I jumped, and Jay caught me by the hips. "Whoa, chill out!" he laughed.
"Very funny." I told him, but I couldn't help but smile.
"So, watchya doin' tomorrow night?" he asked, pleased he'd made me smile, as always.
"Well..." I thought for a moment.
"Me and some other friends are going up to the beach and I thought I might include you." he gave me his famous cocky grin that always had a different effect on me every time he used it. This particular time, I blushed.
"Now, hold on a sec." I said, changing the subject, and continueing in a French accent."Who are these 'other friends' you speak of?"
He simply laughed, seeing right through my plan. He was my best friend, after all."You don't have to go, you know." he told me.
"I don't like people." I muttered.
"I know that. Im lucky I'm one of the people you talk to."
"The only." I replied.
"Well, now you know Jason..." I saw were he was going and interjected with a "maybe."
I really liked Jay in this way. He was always trying to get me to relax and sort of forget my 'anti-social ways', as he puts it. He is probably the only person I can really stand. Thankfully, he never made me regret that decision.
"Well, think about it." he said.
I didn't even get to mutter "ok" before he dissappeared down the hallway to go to class. I sighed, smiling at how stubborn he could be. I'd go to this one. Just for him, though. Nobody else.
I walked to third hour. Late, of course from my encounters with newbie and my best friend. I ignored the sarcastic so-glad-you-could-join-us-I-although-I-was-hoping-you-wouldn't-show-today-for-my-sanity's-sake look from Mrs. Oldie. Her real name is Mrs. Oliver, but I came up the name when I was talking back to her one day, and it just sart of stuck. She hated me with a burning passion and every time she looked at me, every time she knew I was coming, you could tell she would be in a bad mood the rest of the day. I was just glad I could be of assistance to the problem. Insert teenger eyeroll right about here.
I took my seat and stared at the board. I hated math class. In my opinion, it was just plain boring. Forgive me if the only time I really wanted to use a math book was when I whacked a kid upside the head with one in sixth grade, but I really, really don't like math. That's probably one of the reasons Mrs. Oldie hates me so much. That, and I've pretty much convinced the whole school that she's like nine hundred years old.
She called on me to do a problem. I crossed my arms and walked up to the board. Pretty easy problem. I said I hated it, didn't say I was bad at it. I finished the problem in less than five seconds and turned toward the teacher.
"Wrong." she said instantly.
I raised an eyebrow."Look at that paper you got again."I replied.
She gave me a smile about as fake as the chicken at McDonald's and looked at the paper again, then the board and she snarled."Go back to your seat." she snapped.
I gave her my best forced smile and walked calmly and coolly back to my seat. Math went by in a blur after that, considering I was half asleep by the time it was over. Every time the bell rang after math, I started to sing in my , like "o-v-e-r math class is finally over, over, over, o-v-e-r oooooovvvvveeeerrrr!!!!" So, you get the picture.
My next class was definitely my favorite out of all of them. That was english. Every time I walked into english I was like "woooohoooo english woooooooo!!!!!" Yes, I might me a little insane, but I would strongly advise against telling me that. I loved english for the fact that the teacher loves me because I'm like, her best student. I always have an answer and she loves the stories I write for the class. I was even more excited about english when none other than Jason Tole waltzed into the classroom with his long strides. And gorgeousness.
What in the world was I thinking? I never thought about boys before. Never really was interested in the whole "love you babe, love you too" thing. It was just so... Sad, sort of. I didn't want to be like, lovestruck and not see anything else but him I was just focused on living through high school without thinking about boys. Didn't need to, didn't want to, didn't really have any reason to.
He sat right next to me, again."Hey, Lissa Tolla." he said.
I sat there like an idiot. "How did you know my full name?"
"Jay Portson." he replied with a shrug.
I smiled. "You don't have to call us by our full names, I hope you know that."
He gave me his knee-weakening grin,"Well, now I know it annoys you. So I think I'll just keep on doing it.?
"It doesn't-" I started to protest, then realized I was wrong. I grinned back casually."Touche'."
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