Beep! Beep! Beep!
I stifled a groan as I reached over and pressed the snooze button on my alarm clock. I cracked open my left eye to be greeted by the morning sun. Squinting, I looked over at my clock. 6:55.
It's Monday, oh joy.
I let out a big yawn and rolled over onto my stomach, burying my face into my pillow, preparing to fall back to sleep. Just as the warm arms of unconsciousness encircled me; my bedroom door burst open.
"Kody, get up, you're going to be late," my brother's familiar voice exclaimed.
"No, five more minutes," I mumbled into my pillow, making it sound incoherent. A breeze of cool air passed by me, causing me to shiver. I reached for my blankets which were pulled off me by my moron of a brother and wrapped them tightly around my body.
"Oh, no you don't," Blake said. Before I had the chance to respond, he grabbed me and hauled me over his shoulder.
"What the hell, Blake! Put me down!" I screeched. I beat my fists against his back and kicked my legs out.
"Hey, you weren't going to get up on your own, so I figured you'd need a little help," he shrugged, causing me to bounce against his back. He came to a halt in the bathroom and set me down so my feet were now touching the floor. "We're leaving early today because I've got a job interview in forty minutes. So hurry up." I didn't bother smiling when he mentioned he had a job interview, remembering he was the cause of my sleep deprived mood.
He sauntered out. "Oh, and do something with that bird's nest you call hair," he called over his shoulder. I scowled at the back of his head.
I turned my attention towards the small mirror hanging on the baby blue wall. I grimaced. My dark brown hair was a tangled and tousled mess on the top of my head causing me to look as if I had just been struck by lightning.
"Damn," I muttered.
"Kody! Hurry up and get in the shower already!" Blake pestered me from down the hall. I groaned and reluctantly stripped off my black singlet and blue pajama shorts. I turned the shower on and slowly climbed into the hot water. I closed my eyes as the warm droplets hit my bare skin. I sighed and quickly washed my hair and body. I turned off the shower and jumped out. I shivered slightly as the cool air hit my naked body and hastily walked over to the closet and pulled out a towel. I wrapped it around my body. I left the bathroom and trudged to my room. Heading straight to my closet, I pulled on a pair of denim jeans and a t-shirt. I slipped on a white hoodie over top. Snatching my brush from my dresser, I attempted to tame the mutant on my head. Finally, when my dark hair was straight and no longer looked like a monster, I grabbed my schoolbag and sprinted down the hall to the kitchen.
Blake was sitting at the table eating an apple. I quickly made myself a bowl of cereal and sat down across from him. I glanced at the clock above the stove. I had five minutes. I devoured my cereal as fast as possible.
"Whoa there, slow down, you're disgusting," Blake made a face. I sent him a glare while continuing to eat. He chuckled, but I ignored him.
When I finished eating, I rushed to the bathroom and quickly brushed my teeth. When I was done, I met Blake in the kitchen once again.
"Ready?" Blake asked when he saw me. I nodded once. He took his keys off the counter and went out the door. I followed him.
When we reached my brother's truck, I opened the passenger seat door and slided onto the nice clothed seat. Blake got in on the opposite side and put the keys in the ignition. The engine roared to life.
"So, second week of school, you excited?" He asked me after a couple of minutes, I could sense the sarcasm behind his words.
"Sure..." I replied. He let out a laugh.
"Try not to get in trouble this week, yeah?"
"I make no promises," I told him. I caught a glimpse of him smiling in my peripheral vision.
"Of course, I'd expect that much. How many times were you in detention last week?" He inquired.
"Only three times." In the mirror I could see the amused grin spreading across his face. "Come on! That's not that bad! Usually it's, like, five times or more. You got to give me credit there."
He let out a throaty chuckle. "Yeah, but on the first week?" I crossed my arms and playfully glared at him through the rear-view mirror. He just smiled back.
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Finally, we arrived at Valley View High. The car ride was spent with Blake and I teasing one another like bickering old married couples, but, you know, instead it was sister and brother bickering.
"Thanks for the ride, brother dearest," I said as I opened the car door, sarcasm clearing audible.
"No problem, Kodes." He leaned over and ruffled my hair. "See you later."
"Bye," I shut the door of Blake's beaten up truck and watched as he pulled out of the parking lot. I sighed and ambled up the concrete steps to the front doors of the school. I stepped inside and scanned the crowd of students in search of a certain brown haired boy. I saw black hair, blonde hair, and even purple hair, but no brown.
"KoKo!" a familiar boyish voice shouted. Well, it looks like I found him, I thought, referring to my childhood nickname. I whirled around and saw Dylan walking swiftly toward me with a goofy grin plastered on his face. His mahogany hair bounced with every step he took.
"Oh god, what did you do?" I let out an exasperated sigh.
"Nothing." I gave him a blank stare. "Really, nothing. I'm just happy."
"And why exactly are you happy?"
"Because it's the second week of school!" He exclaimed and suffocated me in a bear hug. He swung me around a few times until he finally set me back on the floor.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" I grabbed his forearm to refrain from falling flat on my face from dizziness.
"It's the second week of school which means I get to hang out with you!" He said in a high-pitched voice. I couldn't decide whether to groan or laugh, so I just stood there with a 'WTF' look on my face.
"I hang out with you every weekend, dip shit. You're my partner in crime." I reminded him in a 'duh' tone.
He shrugged. "I know." Okay, Dylan has got some serious problems.
"You're so weird," I added as we walked towards our first period class.
"That's why you love meee," he shot me a toothy smile and engulfed me in another bone-crushing hug.
"Can't...breathe," I let out through gasps. He immediately let go as I inhaled a large amount of air. "Dumbass," I muttered.
He shook his head and chuckled. "You're so tiny, Ko." He reached over and patted my head. I slapped his hand away and scowled. "Come on, the bell will ring soon."
I sighed and reluctantly lapsed back into step with Dylan. We made our way towards Mr. Ashe's room and trudged to our seats in the back of the class. I slumped in my seat and pulled out my sketchbook.
"Hey, Kody," I peeled my eyes away from my sketchbook and looked over at Dylan. "Are you still coming over tonight?"
I groaned. "Yeah, we got that stupid project to finish," I grumbled. Dylan made a face.
"Damn," he cursed under his breath. "When's it-," Dylan started but was cut off by a vigorous voice.
"Good morning, class. Sorry I'm late." I turned my attention towards Mr. Ashe who was leaning casually against his desk at the front of the room. His sun kissed skin clashed horrifically with his graying hair and goatee.
"It seems we have a new student joining us today," he gestured toward the open door. "Jace Griffin." I followed Mr. Ashe's gaze and my eyes widened. An incredibly good looking guy stepped out of the doorway and into the classroom. His disheveled golden blonde locks laid perfectly on his head. He wore a tight fitted black t-shirt, his abs visible through the thin fabric, and faded jeans slung low at his hips. But what really caught my eye was the striking blue colour of his irises. I knew those eyes. Mr. Ten Pack.
I glanced around the room and saw all the sluts fixing their hair and boobs, flashing Jace flirtatious smiles. I rolled my eyes and focused back on Mr. Ashe who was speaking again.
"So, Jace, would you like to tell the class a little bit about yourself," Mr. Ashe said politely. It wasn't a question.
"No," he deadpanned. Mr. Ashe was taken aback by the sudden refusal. A chorus of gasps filled the room, but I kept mine in. Dylan and I exchanged a look.
"Alright, then. Why don't you take a seat?" Mr. A offered, recovering from his shock. I scanned the room and my heart immediately stopped. There were no empty seats, except for the one desk situated beside mine. Great.
Jace, hands in pockets, strolled casually down the rows of seats and dumped himself in the seat next to mine. I tried to ignore the death glares I received from all the blonde bimbos. Hey, it wasn't my fault the only seat available was beside mine!
Sighing, I focused my attention back on my sketchbook. I started to sketch.
Mr. Ashe started talking, but I couldn't hear him.
My dark hair fell and created a curtain around my face, blocking me from Jace's view. I continued sketching.
"Hey, Kody! Pay attention!" I jumped at Dylan's loud teasing voice, bringing me out of my reverie.
I winced at his loudness, seeing some people looking our way, but thankfully Mr.Ashe didn't hear. I turn towards Dylan and kicked him in the shins. Hard.
Dylan's face contorted in pain. "SHIT, KODY! WHAT THE FU-"
"Mr. Ford!" Mr. Ashe shouted angrily. "What's going on?"
Dylan was still trying to recover from his injury when he grunted, "Oh, um, I just banged my knee off the desk." I laughed.
"Ms. Sabers, is something funny?" he demanded, turning his stern eyes on me.
"No sir!" I grinned.
"Good," he said and turned back to the board.
I smiled sweetly at Dylan and started sketchng again.
The sudden sound of the bell brought me back to earth. I focused my eyes on my drawing. I stared at it in shock. Holy...shit.
Sketched perfectly onto the white piece of paper was...a...penis. Whoa...I never knew I could draw so good, I thought. I hurriedly ripped the piece of paper out of my book, not wanting Dylan to see it, but a hand tore it out of my grasp. I whirled around and saw Dylan with my sketch in his hands.
I stood there staring at him in horror. Dylan cannot see my drawing. "Dylan! Give that back!" I tried to pry my drawing out of his hands, but Dylan held it high above his head where five foot five me couldn't reach it.
"What'd you draw?" He asked before looking at it. Once he did, his eyes widened.
"You drew...a penaynay!" He burst out laughing. I snatched the drawing out of his hands and crumpled it in anger.
"Will you shut up?" I hissed.
"But it's too funny! You drew a dick!" He said through laughs. "You do know this isn't health class, right?" His eyes twinkled with amusement.
"Hey, in my defense I think it looks more like a water fountain than a," I lowered my voice and whispered, "penis."
Dylan burst out laughing all over again at my comment, much to my dismay. I glanced around the room and saw some people staring at us, including the new boy. I looked away in sheer embarrassment and sent an icy cold glare at Dylan. He didn't even notice.
I groaned and grabbed him by the bicep. I hauled the still laughing moron out of the classroom. The teacher gave us a disapproving look which I returned with an apologetic one.
I dragged Dylan down the hall and stopped in front of some lockers. I punched him in the arm.
"Ow! Dammit, Kody! You've got one hard punch," he said rubbing his arm, a frown on his face. I crosssed my arms and glowered at him.
"You totally embarrassed me back there." I told him.
"Hey, it's not my fault you like to draw male parts," I clapped my hand over his mouth.
"Okay, okay. I get it. But it's not that funny."
"Oh yes, it is." His voice was muffled by my hand, but I still heard him. I felt him smirking and sighed.
"Okay, maybe it's a little funny, but can you stop talking about it? It's embarrassing." I removed my hand from his mouth and looked at the floor.
"Hmm, I don't think so. Plus, this is payback for kicking me in the shin, which probably has a huge bruise now, thanks to you. " I smiled sheepishly at him.
"Sorry," I apoloigised. "But please don't talk about what I drew, even if its is hilarious."
"Nah, it's fun to remind you," he said.
"You mean-"
"Oh look at the time. I have to get to class. See you later, KoKo!" And with that, he was gone. Well, he's definitely number one on my To-Kill-List.
All of a sudden, I hear a throat being cleared. I spun around and came face to face with the new boy. I was immediately mesmerized by the deep intensity of his eyes once again.
"My locker," is all he says. I'm an idiot.
"Oh, sorry." I move away from his locker. I watched, deep in thought, as he turned the knob on his lock.
He sensed someone watching him and snapped his head up. Busted.
He raised his eyebrows at me in question and I hurriedly scurried down the hall in embarrassment. Great, I'm officially the world's worst stalker.
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The bell signaling for lunch rang, droning out Miss Parker's voice. I got up from my seat and made my way to the door where about twenty people were trying to get through at once. I rolled my eyes and waited until the majority of the people had gotten through the door.
When I got to my locker, I threw my things in it. Literally, causing a big bang, but I really didn't care. I was starving.
I got to the cafeteria and grabbed a lunch tray. I joined the line of hungry teenagers anxiously choosing their food. Someone came up behind me and put their arm around my shoulder. I looked up to see who my next victim was and saw Dylan's smirking face. That ass.
"Hello, Koko," he said.
I scoffed. "Shut up."
"Oh, I was just wondering how your day was. Been drawing any male parts lately?" I could tell he was trying not to laugh.
"Oh, I don't know. But I do feel the urge to kick a male part." I said sweetly.
The smirk fell from his face. "You wouldn't..."
"Oh, I think we both know, I would," He gaped at me. I smirked.
He cleared his throat and took a noticeably big step back. "Well, I'll, uh, see you later," I bit the inside of my cheek trying to contain my laughter.
"Okay, see ya!" I said with a huge grin on my face. I chuckled to myself. Payback's a bitch.
I grabbed a ham sandwich and water bottle of the rack and continued down the line.
"$4.89," the lady behind the counter said, rather impatiently. I handed her my money and hustled over toward an empty table. I sat down and crouched low in my seat, picking at my sandwich.
"Hey, Kody!" A cheery voice exclaimed. I looked up from my sandwich and saw Chelsea sitting down across from me.
"Hey," I greeted.
"I haven't seen you all day," she complained.
"Sorry, Dylan's been annoying the hell out of me." I groaned.
"Well, that's Dylan for you," she chuckled.
I looked at Chelsea. Her blonde hair was in perfect waves around her heart shaped face and her green eyes were as bright as ever. Chelsea was definitely the prettier one between us.
"Where's Tyler?" I asked her, noticing a certain black haired boy was nowhere in sight.
"Oh, he's sick with the flu," she told me. Well that explains why they weren't sucking faces this very moment.
"So, how was the party?" I asked, munching on my sandwhich.
She giggled. "Oh, uh, it was fun, I think."
"You think?" I urged.
"Yeah, apparently I got pretty wasted. Don't remember much. All I know is that Tyler took me home and I woke up with a massive hangover."
"Well, that's what alcohol can do to you." I said, relieved that I didn't go to the party.
"Yeah," She sighed. "Anyway, we still on for the weekend?"
"Hell, yeah!" I exclaimed. "I can't wait to see me some Mr. Chow!" I fist pumped the air.
"God, you and Dylan really are obsessed with the Chinese guy from the Hangover, aren't you?" Chelsea laughed.
"What? He's awesome!" I declared.
"Okay..." Chelsea trailed off.
I finished eating my sandwich just as the bell rang. I stood up and threw my trash in the garbage. "See you later, Chels." I waved to her over my shoulder.
"See ya," she called back.
When I was at my locker, I grabbed my stuff and headed to music class.
When I walked in, my eyes immediately landed on the classic black piano in the corner of the room. Ms. Holt was perched on the edge of the piano bench. Ms. Holt was definitely one of my favourite teachers, she was the only one that didn't hate me. I smiled at her.
"Hello, Kody. How are you today?" She asked me in her soothing voice.
"I'm good, thanks." I took my seat at the back of the class and waited for the others to arrive.
"Okay class." Ms. Holt began once everyone was seated. "Today we'll be learning some music notes." A chorus of groans circled the room. But I stayed silent. I've known music notes my whole life.
"Don't worry, it will be easy," Ms. Holt clasped her hands together in her lap and smiled. Just as she was about to say something else, the door swung open, revealing a very hot new boy. I stifled a groan. He's in my music class, too?
"Ah, yes. You must be Jace." Ms. Holt got up and walked towards Jace. "I'm Ms. Holt, the music teacher."
Jace nodded in acknowledgement and took a seat in the back, my row. God, what's with him and me loving the back row?
"Okay, so I will hand you all out a worksheet on music notes to finish," Ms. Holt told us. I sat up straighter in my seat. Once I got a sheet I pulled out my pen and started working. I read the first question.
Write how many counts each music note has.
Wow, this was grade one stuff.
I took my time doing the questions, not wanting to finish before everyone else. When I was anwering the last question, taking about a minute to write each word, a shadow loomed over me. I snapped my head up and saw Jace getting up from his seat, paper in hand. I watched him as he strolled over to Ms.Holt and handed her his sheet. Did he finish already? Maybe they already learned this stuff at his old school, I thought. I shrugged and went back to answering the question.
When I finally finished writing the answer for the last question, which took me a while, I saw that everyone was still working away. Holy shit, how slow are these people?
Sighing, I got up and handed Ms. Holt my sheet.
"Thank you, Kody." She smiled at me.
I nodded and trudged back to my seat. Looking at the clock, I saw that there was still twenty minutes left of class. I crossed my arms and crouched down in my seat, stretching my legs out, I stared attentively at my black converse.
When will this class end? I thought. I'd die of boredom before I got out of here.
I began counting how many lights there were in the room. One, two, three, four, five, six....seven. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven. One, two, three, fo- My thoughts were cut off by the bell. Oh thank god!
Collecting my things, I hurried out of the classroom, muttering a 'good-bye' to Ms. Holt. Dammit, how am I going to survive music class if it's like that everytime?
Grumbling under my breath, I proceeded to my next class.
I stifled a groan as I reached over and pressed the snooze button on my alarm clock. I cracked open my left eye to be greeted by the morning sun. Squinting, I looked over at my clock. 6:55.
It's Monday, oh joy.
I let out a big yawn and rolled over onto my stomach, burying my face into my pillow, preparing to fall back to sleep. Just as the warm arms of unconsciousness encircled me; my bedroom door burst open.
"Kody, get up, you're going to be late," my brother's familiar voice exclaimed.
"No, five more minutes," I mumbled into my pillow, making it sound incoherent. A breeze of cool air passed by me, causing me to shiver. I reached for my blankets which were pulled off me by my moron of a brother and wrapped them tightly around my body.
"Oh, no you don't," Blake said. Before I had the chance to respond, he grabbed me and hauled me over his shoulder.
"What the hell, Blake! Put me down!" I screeched. I beat my fists against his back and kicked my legs out.
"Hey, you weren't going to get up on your own, so I figured you'd need a little help," he shrugged, causing me to bounce against his back. He came to a halt in the bathroom and set me down so my feet were now touching the floor. "We're leaving early today because I've got a job interview in forty minutes. So hurry up." I didn't bother smiling when he mentioned he had a job interview, remembering he was the cause of my sleep deprived mood.
He sauntered out. "Oh, and do something with that bird's nest you call hair," he called over his shoulder. I scowled at the back of his head.
I turned my attention towards the small mirror hanging on the baby blue wall. I grimaced. My dark brown hair was a tangled and tousled mess on the top of my head causing me to look as if I had just been struck by lightning.
"Damn," I muttered.
"Kody! Hurry up and get in the shower already!" Blake pestered me from down the hall. I groaned and reluctantly stripped off my black singlet and blue pajama shorts. I turned the shower on and slowly climbed into the hot water. I closed my eyes as the warm droplets hit my bare skin. I sighed and quickly washed my hair and body. I turned off the shower and jumped out. I shivered slightly as the cool air hit my naked body and hastily walked over to the closet and pulled out a towel. I wrapped it around my body. I left the bathroom and trudged to my room. Heading straight to my closet, I pulled on a pair of denim jeans and a t-shirt. I slipped on a white hoodie over top. Snatching my brush from my dresser, I attempted to tame the mutant on my head. Finally, when my dark hair was straight and no longer looked like a monster, I grabbed my schoolbag and sprinted down the hall to the kitchen.
Blake was sitting at the table eating an apple. I quickly made myself a bowl of cereal and sat down across from him. I glanced at the clock above the stove. I had five minutes. I devoured my cereal as fast as possible.
"Whoa there, slow down, you're disgusting," Blake made a face. I sent him a glare while continuing to eat. He chuckled, but I ignored him.
When I finished eating, I rushed to the bathroom and quickly brushed my teeth. When I was done, I met Blake in the kitchen once again.
"Ready?" Blake asked when he saw me. I nodded once. He took his keys off the counter and went out the door. I followed him.
When we reached my brother's truck, I opened the passenger seat door and slided onto the nice clothed seat. Blake got in on the opposite side and put the keys in the ignition. The engine roared to life.
"So, second week of school, you excited?" He asked me after a couple of minutes, I could sense the sarcasm behind his words.
"Sure..." I replied. He let out a laugh.
"Try not to get in trouble this week, yeah?"
"I make no promises," I told him. I caught a glimpse of him smiling in my peripheral vision.
"Of course, I'd expect that much. How many times were you in detention last week?" He inquired.
"Only three times." In the mirror I could see the amused grin spreading across his face. "Come on! That's not that bad! Usually it's, like, five times or more. You got to give me credit there."
He let out a throaty chuckle. "Yeah, but on the first week?" I crossed my arms and playfully glared at him through the rear-view mirror. He just smiled back.
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Finally, we arrived at Valley View High. The car ride was spent with Blake and I teasing one another like bickering old married couples, but, you know, instead it was sister and brother bickering.
"Thanks for the ride, brother dearest," I said as I opened the car door, sarcasm clearing audible.
"No problem, Kodes." He leaned over and ruffled my hair. "See you later."
"Bye," I shut the door of Blake's beaten up truck and watched as he pulled out of the parking lot. I sighed and ambled up the concrete steps to the front doors of the school. I stepped inside and scanned the crowd of students in search of a certain brown haired boy. I saw black hair, blonde hair, and even purple hair, but no brown.
"KoKo!" a familiar boyish voice shouted. Well, it looks like I found him, I thought, referring to my childhood nickname. I whirled around and saw Dylan walking swiftly toward me with a goofy grin plastered on his face. His mahogany hair bounced with every step he took.
"Oh god, what did you do?" I let out an exasperated sigh.
"Nothing." I gave him a blank stare. "Really, nothing. I'm just happy."
"And why exactly are you happy?"
"Because it's the second week of school!" He exclaimed and suffocated me in a bear hug. He swung me around a few times until he finally set me back on the floor.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" I grabbed his forearm to refrain from falling flat on my face from dizziness.
"It's the second week of school which means I get to hang out with you!" He said in a high-pitched voice. I couldn't decide whether to groan or laugh, so I just stood there with a 'WTF' look on my face.
"I hang out with you every weekend, dip shit. You're my partner in crime." I reminded him in a 'duh' tone.
He shrugged. "I know." Okay, Dylan has got some serious problems.
"You're so weird," I added as we walked towards our first period class.
"That's why you love meee," he shot me a toothy smile and engulfed me in another bone-crushing hug.
"Can't...breathe," I let out through gasps. He immediately let go as I inhaled a large amount of air. "Dumbass," I muttered.
He shook his head and chuckled. "You're so tiny, Ko." He reached over and patted my head. I slapped his hand away and scowled. "Come on, the bell will ring soon."
I sighed and reluctantly lapsed back into step with Dylan. We made our way towards Mr. Ashe's room and trudged to our seats in the back of the class. I slumped in my seat and pulled out my sketchbook.
"Hey, Kody," I peeled my eyes away from my sketchbook and looked over at Dylan. "Are you still coming over tonight?"
I groaned. "Yeah, we got that stupid project to finish," I grumbled. Dylan made a face.
"Damn," he cursed under his breath. "When's it-," Dylan started but was cut off by a vigorous voice.
"Good morning, class. Sorry I'm late." I turned my attention towards Mr. Ashe who was leaning casually against his desk at the front of the room. His sun kissed skin clashed horrifically with his graying hair and goatee.
"It seems we have a new student joining us today," he gestured toward the open door. "Jace Griffin." I followed Mr. Ashe's gaze and my eyes widened. An incredibly good looking guy stepped out of the doorway and into the classroom. His disheveled golden blonde locks laid perfectly on his head. He wore a tight fitted black t-shirt, his abs visible through the thin fabric, and faded jeans slung low at his hips. But what really caught my eye was the striking blue colour of his irises. I knew those eyes. Mr. Ten Pack.
I glanced around the room and saw all the sluts fixing their hair and boobs, flashing Jace flirtatious smiles. I rolled my eyes and focused back on Mr. Ashe who was speaking again.
"So, Jace, would you like to tell the class a little bit about yourself," Mr. Ashe said politely. It wasn't a question.
"No," he deadpanned. Mr. Ashe was taken aback by the sudden refusal. A chorus of gasps filled the room, but I kept mine in. Dylan and I exchanged a look.
"Alright, then. Why don't you take a seat?" Mr. A offered, recovering from his shock. I scanned the room and my heart immediately stopped. There were no empty seats, except for the one desk situated beside mine. Great.
Jace, hands in pockets, strolled casually down the rows of seats and dumped himself in the seat next to mine. I tried to ignore the death glares I received from all the blonde bimbos. Hey, it wasn't my fault the only seat available was beside mine!
Sighing, I focused my attention back on my sketchbook. I started to sketch.
Mr. Ashe started talking, but I couldn't hear him.
My dark hair fell and created a curtain around my face, blocking me from Jace's view. I continued sketching.
"Hey, Kody! Pay attention!" I jumped at Dylan's loud teasing voice, bringing me out of my reverie.
I winced at his loudness, seeing some people looking our way, but thankfully Mr.Ashe didn't hear. I turn towards Dylan and kicked him in the shins. Hard.
Dylan's face contorted in pain. "SHIT, KODY! WHAT THE FU-"
"Mr. Ford!" Mr. Ashe shouted angrily. "What's going on?"
Dylan was still trying to recover from his injury when he grunted, "Oh, um, I just banged my knee off the desk." I laughed.
"Ms. Sabers, is something funny?" he demanded, turning his stern eyes on me.
"No sir!" I grinned.
"Good," he said and turned back to the board.
I smiled sweetly at Dylan and started sketchng again.
The sudden sound of the bell brought me back to earth. I focused my eyes on my drawing. I stared at it in shock. Holy...shit.
Sketched perfectly onto the white piece of paper was...a...penis. Whoa...I never knew I could draw so good, I thought. I hurriedly ripped the piece of paper out of my book, not wanting Dylan to see it, but a hand tore it out of my grasp. I whirled around and saw Dylan with my sketch in his hands.
I stood there staring at him in horror. Dylan cannot see my drawing. "Dylan! Give that back!" I tried to pry my drawing out of his hands, but Dylan held it high above his head where five foot five me couldn't reach it.
"What'd you draw?" He asked before looking at it. Once he did, his eyes widened.
"You drew...a penaynay!" He burst out laughing. I snatched the drawing out of his hands and crumpled it in anger.
"Will you shut up?" I hissed.
"But it's too funny! You drew a dick!" He said through laughs. "You do know this isn't health class, right?" His eyes twinkled with amusement.
"Hey, in my defense I think it looks more like a water fountain than a," I lowered my voice and whispered, "penis."
Dylan burst out laughing all over again at my comment, much to my dismay. I glanced around the room and saw some people staring at us, including the new boy. I looked away in sheer embarrassment and sent an icy cold glare at Dylan. He didn't even notice.
I groaned and grabbed him by the bicep. I hauled the still laughing moron out of the classroom. The teacher gave us a disapproving look which I returned with an apologetic one.
I dragged Dylan down the hall and stopped in front of some lockers. I punched him in the arm.
"Ow! Dammit, Kody! You've got one hard punch," he said rubbing his arm, a frown on his face. I crosssed my arms and glowered at him.
"You totally embarrassed me back there." I told him.
"Hey, it's not my fault you like to draw male parts," I clapped my hand over his mouth.
"Okay, okay. I get it. But it's not that funny."
"Oh yes, it is." His voice was muffled by my hand, but I still heard him. I felt him smirking and sighed.
"Okay, maybe it's a little funny, but can you stop talking about it? It's embarrassing." I removed my hand from his mouth and looked at the floor.
"Hmm, I don't think so. Plus, this is payback for kicking me in the shin, which probably has a huge bruise now, thanks to you. " I smiled sheepishly at him.
"Sorry," I apoloigised. "But please don't talk about what I drew, even if its is hilarious."
"Nah, it's fun to remind you," he said.
"You mean-"
"Oh look at the time. I have to get to class. See you later, KoKo!" And with that, he was gone. Well, he's definitely number one on my To-Kill-List.
All of a sudden, I hear a throat being cleared. I spun around and came face to face with the new boy. I was immediately mesmerized by the deep intensity of his eyes once again.
"My locker," is all he says. I'm an idiot.
"Oh, sorry." I move away from his locker. I watched, deep in thought, as he turned the knob on his lock.
He sensed someone watching him and snapped his head up. Busted.
He raised his eyebrows at me in question and I hurriedly scurried down the hall in embarrassment. Great, I'm officially the world's worst stalker.
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The bell signaling for lunch rang, droning out Miss Parker's voice. I got up from my seat and made my way to the door where about twenty people were trying to get through at once. I rolled my eyes and waited until the majority of the people had gotten through the door.
When I got to my locker, I threw my things in it. Literally, causing a big bang, but I really didn't care. I was starving.
I got to the cafeteria and grabbed a lunch tray. I joined the line of hungry teenagers anxiously choosing their food. Someone came up behind me and put their arm around my shoulder. I looked up to see who my next victim was and saw Dylan's smirking face. That ass.
"Hello, Koko," he said.
I scoffed. "Shut up."
"Oh, I was just wondering how your day was. Been drawing any male parts lately?" I could tell he was trying not to laugh.
"Oh, I don't know. But I do feel the urge to kick a male part." I said sweetly.
The smirk fell from his face. "You wouldn't..."
"Oh, I think we both know, I would," He gaped at me. I smirked.
He cleared his throat and took a noticeably big step back. "Well, I'll, uh, see you later," I bit the inside of my cheek trying to contain my laughter.
"Okay, see ya!" I said with a huge grin on my face. I chuckled to myself. Payback's a bitch.
I grabbed a ham sandwich and water bottle of the rack and continued down the line.
"$4.89," the lady behind the counter said, rather impatiently. I handed her my money and hustled over toward an empty table. I sat down and crouched low in my seat, picking at my sandwich.
"Hey, Kody!" A cheery voice exclaimed. I looked up from my sandwich and saw Chelsea sitting down across from me.
"Hey," I greeted.
"I haven't seen you all day," she complained.
"Sorry, Dylan's been annoying the hell out of me." I groaned.
"Well, that's Dylan for you," she chuckled.
I looked at Chelsea. Her blonde hair was in perfect waves around her heart shaped face and her green eyes were as bright as ever. Chelsea was definitely the prettier one between us.
"Where's Tyler?" I asked her, noticing a certain black haired boy was nowhere in sight.
"Oh, he's sick with the flu," she told me. Well that explains why they weren't sucking faces this very moment.
"So, how was the party?" I asked, munching on my sandwhich.
She giggled. "Oh, uh, it was fun, I think."
"You think?" I urged.
"Yeah, apparently I got pretty wasted. Don't remember much. All I know is that Tyler took me home and I woke up with a massive hangover."
"Well, that's what alcohol can do to you." I said, relieved that I didn't go to the party.
"Yeah," She sighed. "Anyway, we still on for the weekend?"
"Hell, yeah!" I exclaimed. "I can't wait to see me some Mr. Chow!" I fist pumped the air.
"God, you and Dylan really are obsessed with the Chinese guy from the Hangover, aren't you?" Chelsea laughed.
"What? He's awesome!" I declared.
"Okay..." Chelsea trailed off.
I finished eating my sandwich just as the bell rang. I stood up and threw my trash in the garbage. "See you later, Chels." I waved to her over my shoulder.
"See ya," she called back.
When I was at my locker, I grabbed my stuff and headed to music class.
When I walked in, my eyes immediately landed on the classic black piano in the corner of the room. Ms. Holt was perched on the edge of the piano bench. Ms. Holt was definitely one of my favourite teachers, she was the only one that didn't hate me. I smiled at her.
"Hello, Kody. How are you today?" She asked me in her soothing voice.
"I'm good, thanks." I took my seat at the back of the class and waited for the others to arrive.
"Okay class." Ms. Holt began once everyone was seated. "Today we'll be learning some music notes." A chorus of groans circled the room. But I stayed silent. I've known music notes my whole life.
"Don't worry, it will be easy," Ms. Holt clasped her hands together in her lap and smiled. Just as she was about to say something else, the door swung open, revealing a very hot new boy. I stifled a groan. He's in my music class, too?
"Ah, yes. You must be Jace." Ms. Holt got up and walked towards Jace. "I'm Ms. Holt, the music teacher."
Jace nodded in acknowledgement and took a seat in the back, my row. God, what's with him and me loving the back row?
"Okay, so I will hand you all out a worksheet on music notes to finish," Ms. Holt told us. I sat up straighter in my seat. Once I got a sheet I pulled out my pen and started working. I read the first question.
Write how many counts each music note has.
Wow, this was grade one stuff.
I took my time doing the questions, not wanting to finish before everyone else. When I was anwering the last question, taking about a minute to write each word, a shadow loomed over me. I snapped my head up and saw Jace getting up from his seat, paper in hand. I watched him as he strolled over to Ms.Holt and handed her his sheet. Did he finish already? Maybe they already learned this stuff at his old school, I thought. I shrugged and went back to answering the question.
When I finally finished writing the answer for the last question, which took me a while, I saw that everyone was still working away. Holy shit, how slow are these people?
Sighing, I got up and handed Ms. Holt my sheet.
"Thank you, Kody." She smiled at me.
I nodded and trudged back to my seat. Looking at the clock, I saw that there was still twenty minutes left of class. I crossed my arms and crouched down in my seat, stretching my legs out, I stared attentively at my black converse.
When will this class end? I thought. I'd die of boredom before I got out of here.
I began counting how many lights there were in the room. One, two, three, four, five, six....seven. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven. One, two, three, fo- My thoughts were cut off by the bell. Oh thank god!
Collecting my things, I hurried out of the classroom, muttering a 'good-bye' to Ms. Holt. Dammit, how am I going to survive music class if it's like that everytime?
Grumbling under my breath, I proceeded to my next class.
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