“LET’S GO, LEA. We need to get started on our homework, or it’s both of our asses in Mr. P’s Bio class.” I couldn’t do it, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of him. And yes, I think I was smiling, but Chrisanya broke my smile.
“You’ll never be able to catch his attention. He has a girlfriend, y’know.” she said as she tugged on my duffle bag. The gleam in my eyes blew out, the smile was gone, and I let Yana pull me out. His baseball prick of a friend, came out, and pulled him away as well. With all that said, I made it clear to myself that, that would be the last time I’ll ever meet eyes with Jason again.

“Lea! Lea! Where are you going?! We JUST got here,” Chrisanya was the party go-er type. I was always the “I’ll hold your hair while you regurgitate what you drank a couple hours ago” type, so we came in a perfect pair.
“I wanna go home. Just call me when you need me.” I stole a glance at Jason, catching him staring at me as well. Chrisanya saw the exchanges and rolled her eyes.
“Seriously? You wanna leave because of THAT nimwit? C’mon! Just have a couple drinks and fahget about ehhhht!” She grabbed my arm and practically dragged me back in the house. Sprinting for the alcohol, Chrisanya let go of my arm, and left me there, in front of the whole group of disgusting, already hung over douchebags. But, one stood out. The only sober, handsome looking one that always used to stand out in his group of friends. Jason.

Mr. P’s bio quiz wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be. But, for Chrisanya, it was a different story.
“I DONT UNDERSTAND WHY MR. P HAS TO FAIL ME. I swear, he hates women! A good looking woman at that!” Wrong. That statement would be valid if I had broader shoulders, huge muscles, and a penis hanging in between my legs. I’m passing his class with flying colors AND I have a vagina.
“Fuck, I forgot my AP lang book in my locker. I’ll see you in class, Yana.” My locker was on the other side of the fucking great wall of China, so I sprinted back to my locker. I wasn’t much of a runner, but if I was in a hurry, or being chased by a rapist, I’d be pretty damn fast.
Forgetting to tell Yana to tell Mrs. Barleen to not mark me absent because I’m getting my book, I pull out my phone and try texting and running. Not thinking of people in the hallways, I ram over a poor kid holding his books.
“Oh my god! I’m so sorry.. Here, let me help you.” Embarassed enough, as I pick up the guy’s books, I look up and realize who it is. Jason. I felt my ears get red and my cheeks getting hot and looked down as I slowly gave him the books. He stood there, with a sheepish, half-hearted smile and said, “It’s okay. Ha — Have I met you before?” My heart was racing, I think I was going to die of a heart attack.
“Uh.. Um. Nope.” Keeping that promise to myself, I avoided eye contact with Jason, shoved his books into his arms, and sprinted for my locker.