insanely big . . . and loud. A bit like the man himself. He pulled into the school car park and let us out. He made this big show of getting out and opening my door for me. Let me just say now, that with him being so close to me, he smelled really good. He got back into his car, revving his engine and turning his music up, then he peeled away from the curb so hard and fast his tyres squealed. I couldn't believe it, how bloody embarrassing! Then, when I turned to Aiden in the hopes he could show me where to go, he had fucking gone and left me. I saw him slip back through the crowd near the main doors. Arse!
Eventually, I found my way to the office and got all my paperwork sorted out. Walking into that first classroom was horrendous. I thought I was going to throw up everywhere. Luckily (for me) the teacher didn't make me talk about myself and sat me next to this really pretty, olive-skinned girl, Bethany, who seemed pretty okay.
Bethany was in my next class too, so we managed to chat a little as we walked across campus. She seemed to be impressed that I'd arrived with the King brothers. She proceeded to launch into a brief history of them.
As I'd worked out for myself, Tyler was the life and soul of the party. Not the most academic, but a superstar at most sports which had earned him a full scholarship at Uni. Aiden, on the other hand, was a shoe in for an Ivy League school, not really much of a surprise. What did surprise me was the tidbit about him hooking up with a cheerleader after tutoring her last year. Apparently, he and Jessie were together solidly and publicly for about eight months before she moved on to greener pastures.
I had a free period just before lunch, so I decided to go into the impressive library to get a head start on some of the homework tasks we'd been given. I didn't fancy having to lock myself away in my room for hours working, as it would cut down on my Tyler watching time. Sad, I know, but I'm seventeen and hormonal!
Lunch was . . . intimidating. It was nothing like in the movies where the guys queue up to talk to me cause I'm some kind of fresh meat. No, I sat by myself out in the sunshine with a packed lunch that Marie had made for me. I simply sat and watched American high school life pass me by.
Just before the bell rang out, I spotted Aiden sitting alone on a secluded bench reading what looked like a textbook. I debated going to join him, but then I remembered him abandoning me this morning. As if he sensed me looking at him, he glanced up and locked eyes with me for a split second. The sun reflected on his glasses as I looked away, blushing at being caught.
I managed to find my final class of the day with few problems (yay me!). I was interested to see how an American teacher was going to teach European history, something I'd studied ‘til it came out of my ears. I walked in, and just my luck, the only empty seat was next to Aiden. Great!
Thankfully, the topic was new to the whole class which relieved me as I wouldn't be playing catch up for the whole time I was here. Unfortunately, when the teacher wrote "The Holocaust" on the board, I realised I'd be studying something I'd done umpteen times before. At least I'll pretty much get an easy A.
Anyway, I'm wiped, will continue first day fun times later.
Hx
~DD~
April 2012
Dear Diary,
I guess as first days go, it could have been a hell of a lot worse as I think about it some more. It was the last class of the day, which was the worst. As I said, I was sitting next to Aiden. Uncomfortable much? While the teacher gave the class a background lecture about the holocaust, I watched Aiden take the most meticulous notes in the neatest handwriting I have EVER seen. I think I may hate him for that alone. Boys are supposed to have handwriting that looks like a spider fell in ink, then tap danced on their paper. He didn't speak to me at all throughout the lesson, but he did share his textbook which I didn't really need, but I guess it's the
Eventually, I found my way to the office and got all my paperwork sorted out. Walking into that first classroom was horrendous. I thought I was going to throw up everywhere. Luckily (for me) the teacher didn't make me talk about myself and sat me next to this really pretty, olive-skinned girl, Bethany, who seemed pretty okay.
Bethany was in my next class too, so we managed to chat a little as we walked across campus. She seemed to be impressed that I'd arrived with the King brothers. She proceeded to launch into a brief history of them.
As I'd worked out for myself, Tyler was the life and soul of the party. Not the most academic, but a superstar at most sports which had earned him a full scholarship at Uni. Aiden, on the other hand, was a shoe in for an Ivy League school, not really much of a surprise. What did surprise me was the tidbit about him hooking up with a cheerleader after tutoring her last year. Apparently, he and Jessie were together solidly and publicly for about eight months before she moved on to greener pastures.
I had a free period just before lunch, so I decided to go into the impressive library to get a head start on some of the homework tasks we'd been given. I didn't fancy having to lock myself away in my room for hours working, as it would cut down on my Tyler watching time. Sad, I know, but I'm seventeen and hormonal!
Lunch was . . . intimidating. It was nothing like in the movies where the guys queue up to talk to me cause I'm some kind of fresh meat. No, I sat by myself out in the sunshine with a packed lunch that Marie had made for me. I simply sat and watched American high school life pass me by.
Just before the bell rang out, I spotted Aiden sitting alone on a secluded bench reading what looked like a textbook. I debated going to join him, but then I remembered him abandoning me this morning. As if he sensed me looking at him, he glanced up and locked eyes with me for a split second. The sun reflected on his glasses as I looked away, blushing at being caught.
I managed to find my final class of the day with few problems (yay me!). I was interested to see how an American teacher was going to teach European history, something I'd studied ‘til it came out of my ears. I walked in, and just my luck, the only empty seat was next to Aiden. Great!
Thankfully, the topic was new to the whole class which relieved me as I wouldn't be playing catch up for the whole time I was here. Unfortunately, when the teacher wrote "The Holocaust" on the board, I realised I'd be studying something I'd done umpteen times before. At least I'll pretty much get an easy A.
Anyway, I'm wiped, will continue first day fun times later.
Hx
~DD~
April 2012
Dear Diary,
I guess as first days go, it could have been a hell of a lot worse as I think about it some more. It was the last class of the day, which was the worst. As I said, I was sitting next to Aiden. Uncomfortable much? While the teacher gave the class a background lecture about the holocaust, I watched Aiden take the most meticulous notes in the neatest handwriting I have EVER seen. I think I may hate him for that alone. Boys are supposed to have handwriting that looks like a spider fell in ink, then tap danced on their paper. He didn't speak to me at all throughout the lesson, but he did share his textbook which I didn't really need, but I guess it's the
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