Lorena Grant The golden autumn leaves crunch underneath my feet as I struggle to keep my soft,bureau hair from blowing into my hair from the harsh, taunting wind; I scope in my new,black Chanel bag, desperately looking for my phone. I've left it at home, again; I think to myself, unsurprised. I tie my creme, wooly scarf tightly around my neck and let out a rash joyful squeal at my boundary from the harsh wind and procced on walking. My school isn't too far away, I usually drive but my Mother has selfishly stolen my car away from me because she's on some naff business trip. I roll my eyes, I'll never get their obsession with this lawyer business; half the time I don't even get to see them, not like they care, after all, caring is beyond their area of expertise. It's 8:20, perfect timing, as always. I can hear the sound of students feet dragging across the parking lot and muffled voices despising over Monday's classes. "Lorena,"I hear a familiar voice walking towards me, I turn to face her, my best friend, Charlotte; Taking petite bites out of a freshly baked croissant. "Bonjour madame,"I tease, fluttering my dark, enduring eyelashes playfully, as I take my creme berèt of my head, uncovering my delicate, brunette curls. We walk though the hallways together, occasionally stopping to observe the majorly good looking seniors, or to simply prevent ourselves from getting trampled over.
"Oh hello!"Charlotte says dreamily, resting her golden curls on my shoulder. "Caleb Martins is looking absolutely resplendent today."She gorps at him as he struts past. "Put your tongue away!" I place my perfectly manicured nails over her mouth, laughing. But I can't say I disagree with her, Caleb Martins is ab-so-lutley stunning; not like I'd go for him or anything, I mean, is the guy EVER alone? I observe as he exchanges several fist bumps and high fives with his friends, I could never be with a guy like that; he'd NEVER have any time for me, with his perfect grades, and perfect friends, and perfect hair...he'd never be able to fit me into the agenda. I watch as the walks down the hallway and out of sight. "Now look who needs to put their tongue away."Charlotte gives me a light shove. "Uh, I was checking out his friend..."I mumble, crossing my pale arms over my chest.
I stare at my reflection in my bathroom mirror, damn-will my hair EVER just behave perfectly?...probably not, I attempt to flatten the stray strands of hair from my head with my hands frantically; finally, when I'm tired of my failed attempts I give up and throw the bathroom door open, unintentionally sending someone flying backwards. "Holy crap what have I done!"I blurt without hesitation, before kneeling next to the injured boy before me. "Ugh..."I hear, as I remove a strand of light brown hair from the boys eyes to evaluate his injures... Oh.My.God...It can't be...I've almost just killed Caleb Martins! Earth, swallow me now. "I...I, I'm so sorry!"I blurt, my heart beating hard in my chest, I can feel my face flush a bright red as his penetrating blue eyes look up at me. He moans again, but I can see the ghost of a smile upon his perfectly shaped lips. This is when I realize my hand is still in his-still perfectly styled-hair, and I flinch away quickly...flushing a crimson red once again. I back away and quickly try to compose myself, removing a stray piece of hair from my newly flustered face;why does he make me feel like this; his looks? The silence? Or maybe it's the fact that I just hit him with a door? Whichever one I feel extremely uncomfortable. I hesitantly extend a hand to help him up, which he takes, and god his skin is soft. "Thanks,"He smiles at me wryly, rubbing his head. "You do realise I almost deprived you of your life." I flash him a nervous smile. "Nah, don't sweat it."He smirks simply, before strutting off out of sight. I look around and realise that I've gained a crowd...great, how long do you think this will take to be twisted around and sent back to his, artificial brat of a girlfriend? Not to long I'm guessing.