tour. I’m sure Zach can find his way
around on his own.”
She waved her hand dismissively and handed me the two slips.
“Don’t worry. Take the longer tour and show him the way to all of his classes,
it’ll be easier once the hallways are empty.”
I frowned and nodded, storing my pass into my bag and
handing Zach his one. He semi screwed it up and pushed it into his pocket, then
turned and smiled sweetly, motioning for me to go first out of the door.
“Ladies first.”
I took a deep calming breath. I needed to remember he seemed
like a nice guy when I met him Friday night. He could have got me into a lot of
trouble and left me stranded by the side of the road – but he didn’t. Therefore
I needed to give him a chance today. Maybe he was just behaving like this
because he was scared and was putting on a front. Starting a new school was
undoubtedly a little daunting.
I headed out of the door and turned back to smile at him,
only to find his eyes were glued to my derrière. I gasped and shoved on his
chest. “Stop staring at my ass!” I growled angrily.
He laughed and rolled his eyes. “Pur-leaze, that thing could
barely even be classed as an ass! Besides, it’s hidden under the T-shirt, I
couldn’t perv on it even if I wanted to,” he retorted, looking at me
distastefully.
I frowned and suddenly felt self-conscious. ‘Barely be
classed as an ass’, what was that supposed to mean? “Just shut up,” I scolded,
turning and walking off up the hallway, pulling his schedule and locker
information from my bag. I headed up to his locker and handed him the
combination. “That’s your locker there if you want to store anything.”
He laughed and held up his empty hands. “Don’t have anything
to store.”
I frowned. “Well where are your books and stuff?”
He laughed, shrugging noncommittally. “Lost them?”
Wow, this guy is stupid! “No wonder you’re repeating
senior year,” I scoffed as I turned to walk off up the hallway to show him
where his classes were. The rest of the tour was quiet, neither of us spoke
apart from me telling him where things were, pointing out the fire exits and
the gym, bathrooms, and the cafeteria.
When we were done there was still a little while left until
second period started. “Want to go to the last fifteen minutes of class, or get
a drink instead?” I asked, shrugging.
“Whatever,” he grunted, folding his arms across his chest.
I smiled and decided to be the bigger person and make some
small talk. Instead of heading to classes, we stopped at the vending machines;
I bought two bottles of water and led him out onto the benches at the side of
the school. I sat down and handed him one.
“So, how long have you been doing partor?” I asked, smiling,
trying to be friendly.
He laughed and rolled his eyes. “It’s parkour, sweetheart,”
he corrected sarcastically. I sighed and closed my eyes. He was making this so
difficult. Why did this have to happen to me today? I had to meet him at
lunchtime today too. He was going to drive me crazy by the end of the day if he
kept being this sarcastic and snappy. He sighed too and surprised me when he
started talking again; I was expecting him to just ignore me for a while or
something, just to prove that he was the jerk I thought he was. “I’ve been
doing it for the last three years I guess. I train a lot, it takes a lot of
time to master.”
I opened my eyes and smiled at him gratefully. Hmm, maybe
he is going to go easy on me after all. “Yeah? How many classes does it
take before they teach you how to avoid getting flattened by a drunken girl
driving a stolen sports car?” I joked.
He smiled causing a little dimple to appear in his right
cheek. “That one’s a basic requirement, survival guide number one. You’d be
surprised how often that comes in handy.”
“So, how come you’re transferring mid-semester?” I asked
curiously. My best guess was that he’d moved house or something. He was
obviously
around on his own.”
She waved her hand dismissively and handed me the two slips.
“Don’t worry. Take the longer tour and show him the way to all of his classes,
it’ll be easier once the hallways are empty.”
I frowned and nodded, storing my pass into my bag and
handing Zach his one. He semi screwed it up and pushed it into his pocket, then
turned and smiled sweetly, motioning for me to go first out of the door.
“Ladies first.”
I took a deep calming breath. I needed to remember he seemed
like a nice guy when I met him Friday night. He could have got me into a lot of
trouble and left me stranded by the side of the road – but he didn’t. Therefore
I needed to give him a chance today. Maybe he was just behaving like this
because he was scared and was putting on a front. Starting a new school was
undoubtedly a little daunting.
I headed out of the door and turned back to smile at him,
only to find his eyes were glued to my derrière. I gasped and shoved on his
chest. “Stop staring at my ass!” I growled angrily.
He laughed and rolled his eyes. “Pur-leaze, that thing could
barely even be classed as an ass! Besides, it’s hidden under the T-shirt, I
couldn’t perv on it even if I wanted to,” he retorted, looking at me
distastefully.
I frowned and suddenly felt self-conscious. ‘Barely be
classed as an ass’, what was that supposed to mean? “Just shut up,” I scolded,
turning and walking off up the hallway, pulling his schedule and locker
information from my bag. I headed up to his locker and handed him the
combination. “That’s your locker there if you want to store anything.”
He laughed and held up his empty hands. “Don’t have anything
to store.”
I frowned. “Well where are your books and stuff?”
He laughed, shrugging noncommittally. “Lost them?”
Wow, this guy is stupid! “No wonder you’re repeating
senior year,” I scoffed as I turned to walk off up the hallway to show him
where his classes were. The rest of the tour was quiet, neither of us spoke
apart from me telling him where things were, pointing out the fire exits and
the gym, bathrooms, and the cafeteria.
When we were done there was still a little while left until
second period started. “Want to go to the last fifteen minutes of class, or get
a drink instead?” I asked, shrugging.
“Whatever,” he grunted, folding his arms across his chest.
I smiled and decided to be the bigger person and make some
small talk. Instead of heading to classes, we stopped at the vending machines;
I bought two bottles of water and led him out onto the benches at the side of
the school. I sat down and handed him one.
“So, how long have you been doing partor?” I asked, smiling,
trying to be friendly.
He laughed and rolled his eyes. “It’s parkour, sweetheart,”
he corrected sarcastically. I sighed and closed my eyes. He was making this so
difficult. Why did this have to happen to me today? I had to meet him at
lunchtime today too. He was going to drive me crazy by the end of the day if he
kept being this sarcastic and snappy. He sighed too and surprised me when he
started talking again; I was expecting him to just ignore me for a while or
something, just to prove that he was the jerk I thought he was. “I’ve been
doing it for the last three years I guess. I train a lot, it takes a lot of
time to master.”
I opened my eyes and smiled at him gratefully. Hmm, maybe
he is going to go easy on me after all. “Yeah? How many classes does it
take before they teach you how to avoid getting flattened by a drunken girl
driving a stolen sports car?” I joked.
He smiled causing a little dimple to appear in his right
cheek. “That one’s a basic requirement, survival guide number one. You’d be
surprised how often that comes in handy.”
“So, how come you’re transferring mid-semester?” I asked
curiously. My best guess was that he’d moved house or something. He was
obviously
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