Approaching her locker, was Tom in his blond Greek God beauty.
Sighing, she pushed him away, turning her ipod to full volume as to not hear him.
He pulled the headphones out of her ears, and whispered “Is that any way to treat your lover?”
She stared at him astonishingly, then gave him a fierce glare.
“What are you talking about?” she let out in an angry huff.
Still whispering, he pulled a strand of her curls. “Look around, babe. “
She did what he asked, and saw a dozen or so pair of eyes, pointing at them, whispering behind their notebooks.
“What the hell, Dugrey? What did you start? This is just like you- arrogant toad, stupid..”
He pushed her against the locker(not too gently, mind you!) “ I started nothing.” He loomed over her, intimidating for the first time. He was 6'1 and she a 5'3, what do you expect?
With a glare, he walked away.
Strangely turned on, wait...She was turned on by that ego-maniac?
Shaking her head to rid of these ludicrous thoughts, she made a mental note to discuss this with her therapist this Thursday
Homeroom. Wednesday 8:15 am
“Then, he just pushes me up against the locker like a complete barbarian and expects me to-” Christina was interrupted by the Faggy Two's squeals!
“To be turned on?” Colin asked
“To jump him?” Tony suggested, winking
“No and please. Guys, or whatever you two are, it was a little unnerving. I'm so used to him-”
“Kissing your ass?” Interjected Char who sat in his usual seat, on the right side of her. The Faggy Two were behind them, and Lorelai was on the left side- where is she anyhow?
As if reading her mind, Char announced “Lorelai is occupied at the moment.”
“Why?” I asked
“She was abducted by Stacy and Clinton?” Colin suggested
“For the sake of fashion, and our eyes, let's hope so!” Tony agreed.
Exchanging a look with Char, they dropped it.
Lorelai was prone to disappearances.
Weight Lifting, Wednesday 11:15
“That was quite a show you put on there, Dugrey.” Char walked up to the blond, smirking. Oh, he knew his game. He was going to use it on Christina when he wanted her back, but knew it was no good.
“What are you talking about, Smith?” Tom gruffed, in-between weights.
“I mean, you trying to catch Watson attention by getting the whole school, idiotic population ,(Tom rolled his eyes at this. Ever since middle school, Smith always had to be the rebel) to think you guys are together, however unsuited. Take my advice-”
“I won't.” Tom finished for him.
“Fine. Be that way.” Char told him, childishly but maintained a level of defiance.
“Why does it matter to you? He finally asked.
“I don't want to see her hurt.”
With that, Smith walked off to where the cheerleaders were practicing. For some so-called rebel, he really liked organized sluts.
Lunch, Wednesday, 12:20
“Lorelai!” Christina scolded. “Why do you look so pale? Have you been eating enough-”
Char laughed “Look at her gut, of course she has!'
Glaring at him, she continued “If you are sick, I'll call the school and pretend I'm your mother, so you can go home.”
Char, devious, “I forgot just how much you like to be in control.”
The Faggy Two giggled.
Christina blushed, remembering a particular time in a maid's costume.
Unknown to them, Tom was listening to their conversation, when he heard Char- he saw red.
Greg and Brad just laughed at Char's joke. They had a secret bet with him, on when Tom was going to snap when it came to Christina. Char said by the end of the semester, Greg and Brad bet on next year.
Christina looked up, sensing someone's eyes on her, when she did she caught Tom's blue eyes glaring.
Befuddled, she waved. “In doubt, mock, mock, mock.”
Home 3:35
“Honey, I just think he likes you.” My mom told me, trying to calm me down.
Before I came home, Tom blocked my way to the exit, moving ridiculously slow, and when I honked, he just put his arm around that twit, smirking in the rear-view mirror.
“He's such an insufferable egoist! I don't want him to like me.” I told her, crossing my arms.
I wanted to stomp my feet. 'I hate him. I hate him. I hate him'
“Honey, maybe you should ignore him? People tend to go away after awhile when they are ignored.”
“That's the point, Mom! The more I shun, the more I make apparently clear how much I detest him- the more he comes around. First, it was all sweet like ' Ooh, a puppy is following me home.' Then, it became annoying, and a little creepy, like 'Oh, shit! A stalker, he's hiding in the bushes and watching me take a shower, he's watching me paint my toe nails, and reading GASP twilight!”
My mother shook her head, letting out a little sigh. “Christina, don't you think you are being a little ridiculous?”
I narrowed my eyes, “Everything concerning Tom Dugrey is ridiculous, right down to his stupid, perfect smile- which I'm sure he got braces for, no matter how vehemently he denies it.”
My mother eyes glossed over, as if reaching a revelation.
“What, mother? Would you like to share your startling revelation?”
“How do you know?” She asked me, curious.
“You get that same look when you know the cute delivery guy is coming, instead of the balding, perverted one.” I told her, matter-of-factly.
“Oh, very well. I think you are growing fond of the attention.”
“Fond? Fond? Of him?He's the bane of my existence. You hear that, Jesus? The BANE!”
“Honey?”
“Yes, mother?”
“Be sure to talk about this with your therapist tomorrow afternoon.”
I rolled my eyes, but leaned over to make a note on a sticky note.
author's note: I'm getting the hang of a long story! I think it's only going to be 12 chapters. Things will really heat up next chapter, I promise.
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