I checked myself in the small mirror I had hanging on my locker door. I had to make sure my mascara and hair was straight for today. My looks and school work were number one on my list. Even though I didn’t think I looked great. I had to keep my image. The perfection, was always on my mind I just wanted the best for myself. I’ve been on the top student list since middle school and even though my attendance wasn’t perfect. I alway’smade sure I was caught up in class. I looked at my cell and saw I had about 10 minutes before first period started. I started grabbing my books and placing them in my bag.
“Aye Kelsi, let me holla at you for a minute.” I closed my locker and saw Jordan leaning against the locker next to mine. He was eyeing me up and down, his eye’s lingering on my ass. I just rolled my eyes. He did this routine every day ever since we started high school.
“No Jordan, I don’t ant you no where near me. I already know what you want to ask. You do this every day and the answer is still the same as it was 2 years ago. I will not be your little side chick, you groupie, you slut, your hoe, your fuck buddy. Not now not ever!” I said giving him a lot of attitude. I was not in the mood for his bullshit this morning. It was getting tiresome. I can’t believe this fool really thought he had a chance with me. I always told myself until I could find and have that one relationship like my parent’s have I would stay single, even if that means me being 30 and not having someone by my side. I still haven’t found that special someoneand by the looks of it I may never. My bestfriend Joanna always told me my standards were too high and I didn’t think so. My mom and dad have been together since middle school, not many people can say that. I want a love like that, someone I know I’ll be with forever. All these guy’s think about now is…Sex, Sex, Sex…oh and did I mention sex? It’s a damn shame I really do hate it. If Jordan thinks he’s going to get with me and corrupt me he couldn’t be more wrong.
Ill admit Jordan does look good, delicious even with his carmel skin, dreads that went down to his shoulders and the body of a God! He still didn’t have the personality I was looking for he was a cocky arrogant asshole, that dated almost every girl in the damn school. “Come on Kelsi, how come out of all the girls in this school you have to be the most difficult? I mean don’t you want a taste of all this?” He said raising an eyebrow and his shirt. It took all my will power to look away from his chest! I told ya’ll his body is just too yummy.
“Because I’m not a dumbass. You’re with Candice right? Or is it Erica? I keep forgetting cause I see you with a new girl every few hours or so, and they keep coming back to you for more.” I said shaking my head in disbelief and shame. I felt sorry for those girls sometimes. I just turned my head and started walking to my first period class.
Being the most demanded girl in school is difficult for me, it’s not really popularity in my part. I mean I have my name on the boy’s bathroom wall list as number one, how do I know you may ask? Well Sophmore year me and Jo were curious about the list and snuck into their bathroom one time and I saw my name written at the top. Then one day we asked our friend Nick when my name was put on there he told me winter of my freshman year. I was only number 10 then, but as Seniors graduated I was placed as first around the end of that year. I was shocked not once did I let that go to my head, I mean I didn’t think I was looked good enough to be number one. I wasn’t cocky in any bit because I hated cocky people like Jordan. My 4’11” skinny frame, dyed long black hair, light brown eyes and slightly pale skin I hated. I was always called cute and I really can’t reach high places which sucks! Anyways the girls under me were Joslyn a senior, she hated me because she believed she deserved the top spot and I told her many time’s she could have it, but she thought I pityed her. Then there’s Jazmine who was also a senior, but she didn’t care much for the list only because she was a lesbian and was just a huge fantasy for the guys. As I was headed to class I bumped into this kid and got even more pissed than I was before. I didn’t have time to bother with him, I didn’t want to be late to class.
I dreaded history being my first period class. As I got there I saw Jojo sitting at her desk which was next to mine and told her right away what happened with Jordan. “GIRL! Can you believe again Jordan tried. He’s with someone right? I can’t believe he would have the nerve!” I was so heated I hated how the guy’s wanted me so badly that they just couldn’t take no as an answer.
“Girl calm down. You know you can’t blame him, even though he is a horny little dog. A lot of the guys here want to get with you. Your hot as hell.” I let out a loud grunt and planted my head on my desk.
“Why do they all have to be douchebags though! I just want one guy. Who will treat me right, just like my dad does my mom.” Jojo giggled at me and rubbed my back. We heard the bell ring and our teacher Mr. Bushwick came in grabbing the classes attention.
“Alright settle down. Johnathan stop throwing paper balls round the damn class. I don’t see how you can throw them perfectly and not a football, think you chose the wrong sport.” The whole class busted out laughing except Johnathan who was our school quarterback. Our past season was horrible and it was because of him. “Anyway’s class, I would like to introduce a new student to be joining us for the rest of this semester.” I lifted my head up and I couldn’t believe it was the guy I bumped into coming here. Getting another look at him, he did look good. Even better than Jordan. He had to be standing at least 6’0”, he had short curly black hair, milk chocolate skin and grey eyes. He was built, but not too much you could tell he did workout. I could of sworn he was staring at me and I quickly looked away from him, blushing in the process. I looked back at him as he flashed the class a bright hollywood smile. My heart started beating real fast, so loudly that I bet the whole class could hear it. I don’t know what was wrong with me, but I wasn’t liking it. Or was I?
I heard my alarm ringing in my ear. I started feeling around my bed looking for my cell to turn it off but I couldn’t find it. I opened my eyes and it was between my pillow. I quickly pressed the volume button to stop it. The light from my phone blinded me as I checked what time it was. I groaned as I sat up and ran my fingers through my curly hair. I went into my bathroom and showeredletting the hot water run and steam wake me up. Today was my first day at Woodland, this was my third and hopefully final high school. I was happy when my mom told me we were coming back to town because then I could find out what happened to “her” if she hasn’t moved away herself. My mom’s job kept transferring her and it was getting tiresome moving almost every other year or so. When I entered high school we had to move my freshman and sophmore year. I had a surprise for her when I graduted though and I prayed that she loved it. It would make our lives much easier. I went downstairs and cooked some bacon eggs and french toast. I made my mom some and placed it in the microwave for her before heading out the door.
When I arrived at school there were a ton of student’s in the parking lot and courtyard. I finally found a parking space in the back of the lot. As I got out my car, I saw her. Who is she? I don’t know but I did want to find out. I don’t know if it was her dark hair or the look she had in her eyes. I watched as she locked her car door and walked towards theschool. My eyes followed her even though I tried not to make them it was much easier said then done. I shook my head bringing me back into reality. I had to go see my counslor to get my final schedule. I took a deep breath and went to get my classes and locker number.
I finally found my locker after asking multiple people where it was, God this school was huge and confusing, lockers inside and outside. There was a whole nother building behind it for the Art classes, and gym. Walking around I found all the cliques easily, even the cliques had cliques. I didn’t know where I was going to go and I could care less. I had one objective, find “her” and tell her how I feel. I packed away my stuff in my locker and looked at my schedule and saw that I had history first. I hated that class. I did farely well in it but still I didn’t care much about the past. I grabbed my government book and closed my locker.
I turned around and must have bumped into someone because I quickly fell back and hit my head on my locker. I rubbed my head and lifted up to see her, right in front of me. “Oh My God!Can you watch where you’re going next time jackass!” She glared at me and stood up wiping the dust and dirt from the floor off her and her back,. I stood up and started grabbing my things. I just looked at her, she still looked the same except her hair was longer, darker and had curls. “Uh, hello? Weirdo! What are you looking at?” She said with her forehead creased and a lot of attitude.
“I’m…I’m sorry. I didn’t-” I studdered to say. I don’t know why but after so many years I couldn’t speak to her.
“Whatever, SHIT! I’m going to be late for class.” She said looking at her cell and running off. She didn’t even remember me. As she went off I noticed she was the same girl from the parking lot. I couldn’t help but smile. I still wondered why she didn’t notice me. Maybe she forgot me, I mean I’m not the same when I was little. Not the scrawny long curly haired boy I was when I was 6. I was so dazed out that I didn’t realize I had found my class with my teacher headed inside. It was weird that he wanted to an introduction for me. I walked in and all eye’s were on my. I scanned the room and from their faces they looked like they could have cared less after that loud laughter from the joke he told. Then my eye’s connected with her’s again. She was in my first period I couldn’t help by smile. She leaned over and started whispering something to the girl next to her. I wish I knew what it was, but sadly I didn’t have super hearing. Then again I did crash into her before coming here not a good first impression. Mr. Bushwick kept calling my name which brought me back to reality. “Ashton, Ashton? You can sit behind Kelsi. Kelsi raise your hand please.” I already knew who she was all too well. I looked back over to her as she slowly raised her hand like she wished that wasn’t her name at that moment. I guess she doesn’t really remember me, guess I can go along with it for now. I mean it has been 10 years. Nothing can go wrong right?”
THIS IS A REWRITE OF MY VERY FRIST STORY FROM A FEW YEARS AGO! TELL ME WHAT YOU ALL THINK! VOTE PLEASE ALSO I WANT TO BECOME A POPULAR WRITER :D LIKE ZANE! TELL ME IF YOU LIKE ASHTON OR KELSI….MAYBE JORDAN? HAHA
ALSO LIKE TO MENTION THIS STORY IS FULLY COPYWRITTEN BY ME SINCE 2006-7 WHEN I FIRST WROTE IT!!!