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ANDREWS POV
I was absently fiddling with my lip ring. How could my principal expect me to show up to class early if it was this boring? I couldn’t smoke, be loud our even listen to my iPod. What’s wrong with these people?
Mrs. Johnson started class as she usually did, by writing the assignment on the board. Rolling my eyes, I finished the assignment half way into the lesson and began drawing on the top of my desk in Sharpie.
About halfway into class, a new student pushed her way into the room. My gaze followed her as she swooshed her hips too the teachers desk. She was something. I remember she was wearing a light colored tank top tight white shorts that were obviously too short, though no one was complaining. Every guy (and a few girls including Mrs. Johnson if I’m not mistaken) were staring opened mouthed as she went.
As she exchanged a few quiet words with our teacher, I scanned the room. There was only one empty seat and it was diagonally behind me. Couldn’t have that could we? Quickly, I snatched a freshman girl’s books off of her desk next to mine and tossed it onto the empty one. Blushing, she ran over to her new desk tripping twice. Ouch.
I chuckled softly but stopped short when I saw the new girl coming over.
“Hey gorgeous, why don’t you trip so I can pick you up?”
Gorgeous rolled her eyes. “That’s pathetic.”
I grinned. “I know, but how many people have used lines that dumb on you?”
“In the last 10 minutes? Three.”
My grin widened. “But how many had a sexy lip ring?”
She snorted. “None.”
Ouch. That was definitely a bruise to my ego. “So what’s your name?”
“Michaela.” She answered simply, sounding bored.
I tilted my head. “Aren’t you gonna’ ask mine?”
“Why would I?” she challenged.
“Everyone loves me.”
“Everyone?”
The bell rang and I turned to the blushing freshman. Gently, I placed my hand on her lower back and pulled her face close to mine, kissing her gently for a five count and pulled back. At least six other girls blushed and scrambled out of the room.
I turned back to Michaela. “My name is Andrew.” And with that, I left for second period happy that I had proved my point.