2: After the storm left a bit

when i met you i did not know that you'd be such an impact that you'd be such a jerk.

Term 3. Where the storm blew away. But only a bit, because nothing really changed, we just got over it and stopped actually caring about what they thought. I mean, hey, we were the 2 badasses in the school. That still makes me laugh.
Aria did make new friends in her new classes, as did i, except these friends did not hang out with me outside of school. And these ones did not think of me as a bad a*s. Because i wasn't. I was a sweet funny girl to them. I was too nice to ever be one of those bad asses .
I liked it better when my past was shielded like that, and everything seemed alright.

Today was just a regular day, bored in math class, hoping not to get called. Since i have been too consumed with teenage drama life, i never got to actually meet the people in my class. Or bother looking at them for that matter, Now that time had passed i wondered if i should make friends with the new people who had been switched to our class.
Mrs.Shells called up one of the guys that wasn't in our class last year and one who i had not noticed before and had now grabbed my attention. He stood and walked like a penguin to the front of the class, taking his fitted cap off and answering the math problem. He was one of those guys that made me sit straight in my seat.
The next couple of days, i have took a notice to him and watched him in class like a plain old stalker.
If that was what i was, then i was okay with that. I mean, what could i lose? I had nothing...

In my last period class i sat next to a stoner, one that was a very good friend, even though i was a drug free woman, for all that mattered.
It was one of those days where i wasn't really doing anything else but paying attention in class.
Sadly, it was one of those days where we had no work to really do so we had to partner up and pretend to do work. As being me, one of the smart girls in the class, many people wanted to choose me as their partner.
How did i chose the winner? Easy, one gave me candy which got me hyper and in the best mood.
I'm not a kind of girl that's just plain stereotypical blonde girl who's super bubbly.
I was just a super bubbly girl with hair i didn't know which color - either black or brown.
Strangely, i don't know if it was fate or something, my partner sat next to that guy who answered the problem in math class.
Me being socially awkward said
"I need to sit down." Staring blankly at him. He had big black eyes that stared at you..like a f*****g chihuahua. Those are the eyes it reminded me of, i don't know if that was offensive, but i shrugged it out of my mind.
"Sit on the floor" He said, turning back to his work. I realized that he wasn't very social.
"Do you know who you're talking to???" My Partner nudged him, with eyebrows up to the top of his forehead.
"No." He said, not even looking up at me. Now this started to piss me off. How did he not know me?
"That's Alena. Lei, this is Russell." My partner introduced. He still kept working, and i stared at him for a long time, me being someone with a short temper.
"Okay. Listen, I'm trying to finish my work,too. Can you please sit somewhere else?" I said, my hand on my hip. My partner smiled when Russell finally looked up at me and combed his bangs away from his face.
"No." He said, and turned back to his work.
My anger was heated and my hand was raising up with my notebook, ready to smack the back of his head so hard his eyeballs would pop out.
He laughed. And then my hand quickly dropped.
"Okay. Okay. You are too funny." He said with a smirk on his face.
"Really?" I sad, sarcastically.
My partner nudged him again and asked him to work with us before we get in trouble, Russell shrugged and agreed to work with us, but did not agree to move in his seat so i was up to sit on the floor. I pulled out my phone to text Aria about Russell and how i thought he deserved a beat up because i did not deserve to sit on the floor.
After a long time of not working and continuous of texting, Russell and the nerve to steal my phone and play with it.
In shock i sat there watching him, blushing so much. I couldn't stand it.
"What the hell do you think you're doing? " I eyed him carefully, he wasn't one i could read. Not at all.
"Calling my mom." He said , blankly and then throwing my phone back at me.
I Looked at my call and it seems he really did call his mom.
Awkward.

After school i followed him out of the classroom and told him to tell me why he called his mom. He shrugged and walked away.
"Fine! I'll just call her back then!!!" I yelled. He laughed and walked backwards to face me.
"You know, that's not really my mom's number." He said, and then he was gone.
And i was confused.
  















Don't want to paint a picture in your head on how he looks so i put an anime one instead. This guy in story is based on a real life guy who wore sweaters all the time, so i put this picture b/c he's wearing a scarf... O_O close enough..

Author's Note

ok... bored yet? I thought so . You can leave now.. O_O LOOOL. (= Ok. done with the negativity. Umm tell me who you think the number is *wink *wink. I'd like to know who you think it is...