The loveliest girl in the boring English class I sat in caught my eye. She winked at me as she twirled her long brown hair around her smooth fingers, licking her lips. I half smiled at the attempt. She always did have a crush on me, and being a Junior in high school, this is when a lot of the girls my age stop having sleepovers with girls and have more with boys if you catch my drift.

"Mr. White, would you and Mrs. Jennings care to explain what I was just talking about?" The teacher, Mr. Tucker asked, annoyed by my vast disinterest.

"To Kill A Mockingbird?" I reply, suave and as uninterested as all the times before. Mr. Tucker rolls his eyes,

"Keep your eyes on the board Mr. White. Now, onto your assignment tonight. Read chapters 1 through 12 in your novel. Good day class." He says just as the annoying bell rang, I scoop up my things and bail out as quick as possible, using the crowd to avoid a "meaningful conversation" With Mr. Tucker about how my behavior is most "Unbecoming" and me nicely telling him to stuff it up his ass without actually saying it. I reach my locker, opening it quickly before my friends arrive.

"Jack, you gonna be on X Box tonight?" They ask, "Play some Splinter Cell with us?" they continue.

"Probably not, gotta go to the gym and such." I lie. In reality, I don't care for playing video games. I wasn't going to the gym, didn't have much planned either. Just didn't wanna play really. I put my stuff away before preceding to walk off towards the front door, going home finally after a long, boring day of school work. I jog out to my car, an Aston Martin Volante, jumping in and starting it up, letting it purr as I back it out of its parking space and out of the parking lot.

I pull up my driveway, long, extravagant hedges on both sides, my house in the distance. A big, almost mansion. Very old, seventeen hundreds Homestead, my father had inherited it from his father. I parked my car in the usual spot, to the left of my fathers BMW Z8. I get out, shutting the door and running up the steps and in the front door, being greeted by Otto, the butler. He's been around the house for a long time too, since my father was a boy.

"Hello Jack, how was school?" He asks, as he always does,

"Well, there was reading, there was writing, there were women, there were men, and it was just as boring as it probably was when you went to school, old chap." I say, as always.

"JACK? Come here please." I hear my father call from his study up the long stairway. I nod to Otto as I rush up the stairs, skipping a few here and there before reaching the top and taking a hard right and heading into the study.

"Why did I receive a phone call today from your English teacher telling me you aren't paying enough attention during class, paying more attention to the girls in your class?" He asks.

"Because today a girl distracted me, this doesn't happen as often as he thinks." I reply.

"With your track record with girls in this country? I doubt that this teacher is wrong." My father replies, he doesn't look like a father who would say this. He's in his mid forties, still looks like he's in his thirties and built like a model. He has some gray mixed in with his jet black hair.

"It doesn't." I reply, standing my ground. He studies me as I do so and nods,

"Other than that, how was school?" He asks, I shrug,

"Alright I guess. It was school, you remember how it goes." I retort, he chuckles.

"All too well." He says, "Alright sport, I have a business meeting, im flying out in the morning to Miami. So I have to prepare, I'll see you for dinner in an hour." He says. I nod, leaving the office.

I lay in bed, reading the classic Ian Fleming novel "Thunderball", after dinner. I never really understood why my father was always off, he was a security adviser, but why is he always in other countries. My bedroom door opened up, my father poking his head in,

"I'm heading off earlier than expected, have to be in Miami by seven tomorrow. So I'll see you on thursday Jack, goodnight." He says walking over and giving me a hug,

"Good luck father." I reply, hugging back tightly. He nods to me as he exits the room, as the door shuts I roll my eye,

"And you wonder why we never spend time together." I mutter, yes its true. We don't have the greatest relationship, we were close when I was a child, especially after my mother died. Father never really told me how that happened, I was only four. Now that I'm seventeen, I've pretty much given up on that whole father son dynamic, he seems to have as well. Anyways, that's a separate story for a separate time.

I lay my book down on my nightstand and shut my lamp off, saying goodnight England.

I wake the next morning, getting ready for school, dressing in a pair of dark denim jeans, white crew neck tee shirt, light blue "Laguna Beach" button down shirt from Holister, and a dark blue loosely tied casual tie. I slip on my grey Vans and off I go to my car and I zip off to school. When I reach there, I am instantly met by multiple girls,

"Hey Jack, are you coming to the big game tonight?" One of them, Lucie Smith asks. Long brown hair, impeccable makeup application, dark green eyes, very pretty girl.

"Rugby? Sorry love, not my cup of tea." I reply, they all moan in disappointment,

"Please? It'll be fun!" Jessica Wright says, Tall, blonde, sixteen, brown eyes, amazing body.

"We'll make it worth your while." Lucie adds, biting her lower lip. I hesitate, but nod reluctantly.

"I'll go, but I can't stay the whole game, I have matters to attend to at home." I lie. I had nothing planned, just didn't want to stay too long. The all blush and smile as they wave goodbye, saying they'll see me later. I chuckle as I walk off into the school building.

In class, I was for once paying attention to the content. The teacher was explaining the impact of intelligence on the Cold War. Interesting stuff, the tactics used and all. Sadly this class was the shortest of the day and soon it would be time to go home and wait for six o'clock to come around so I can go spend time with two girls at a game I didn't want to be at. As the bell rang I packed my books up and sling my backpack over my shoulder and exit the room, heading out to my car.

"Hey Jack! Talking to my girl are you?" I hear coming from across the lot. I turn, it must be the angry boyfriend of one of the girls whom I conversed with this morning.

"Hey, she talked to me mate." I say. The rushes up to me and grabs me by my shirt, I react as I was taught by my father, I grab his wrist, twisting it around and putting it behind his back before slamming him face first into the ground.

"What the hell, mate." the boy says, struggling.

"If you don't stop wiggling I will snap the wrist." I whisper into his ear. He begins to calm down,

"Okay, I'm going to let go now, don't retaliate." I state, the boy nods his head really quickly as I get up and let him go, he gets up slowly and looks at me,

"You stay away from my girl." He says, I laugh and bow to him,

"No promises." I say, out of spite. He mumbles some kind of obscenity before he bails out, before he loses any more pride. Lucie walks up to me,

"I'm so sorry about that Jack, as much as he'd hate to admit it, I'm not his girl anymore." She says, I laugh,

"He didn't stand a chance." I reply, she laughs and fidgets timidly.

"Can I possibly make a confession?" She asks. I nod,

"Sure." I say, leaning on the hood of my car.

"Earlier, when I said we'd make it worth your while-." She began,

"Don't worry, I'm not that kind of guy." I say, she chuckles,

"I'm not that kind of girl." She replies. I smile, "Are you still gonna come anyways?" She asks, hopeful.

"Seen as how im actually having a conversation with you, if you'd like me to I will." I reply. She smiles,

"I do." She says, timid again. I nod,

"Then I'll be there." I reply, grinning. She smiles back widely,

"Well, then I'll see you then Jack." She says, turning and walking away. I get in my car, shut the door and start it up. I grin at my steering wheel before backing out and speeding off towards home.