"Max Martinez," the intercom called, "please come to the principal's office."
I grabbed my stuff and went to my locker, while my math class was 'ooh'ing as I left. I put my stuff in my locker and went to the front office. Our school's secretary, Mrs. Hernandez, shepherded me into the office.
In the office I saw three guys, who were in the grade above me. There was an unusual feature about all of them. I remembered that Dylan had surfer blonde hair and turquoise eyes. The unusual thing about him was that he was all flushed and sweaty like he had been in intense heat. Sam had chestnut hair in a faux hawk and green eyes. His hawk has severely messed up like it had been in a tornado. Fang's hair was black and dripping water, which was odd. His eyes were a deep black. Like a black hole.
"Mr. King? Why was I called into the office?"
"Well, Miss Martinez, these boys…. were fighting. And the topic was you," replied Mr. Robert King.
"A fight? A fight about me?" I asked, flabbergasted. "Why in the freakin' world would they," I ushered the guys, "get in a fight about me," and pointed to myself.
"That's my question too," replied Mr. King, "We wanted to know how you knew these kids."
"Why didn't you ask them?" I asked.
"They weren't cooperating."
"I know them all from AP English. I was paired with them, Tess and JJ for a project."
"That doesn't help at all," said the Mister.
"Well, sorry!" I replied sarcastically while walking out the door. "I gotta go, the school day is over."
As I was leaving the office, I heard the principal dismiss Fang, Dylan and Sam.
They immediately ran out of the office and crashed into me.
"Sorry," they told me in unison. They tried to fix the unusual observances I made. Dylan splashed ice-cold water on face to tone done his flushing. Sam ran his hands through his hair to make it back to a faux hawk. Fang shook his head to get rid the water.
We split again and got ready to go home. I was one of the last people to leave because I had to get my assignment from math. As I was leaving, I heard voices.
"Guys! Stop bickering! We need you get to her. I don't care how! You just have to do it. SOON!" boomed the feminine voice. It got silent as the other people pondered what to say.
"Fine," three unrecognizable voices replied. I heard footsteps approaching me.
Crap! I thought. I think they know I'm eavesdropping. I grabbed my things, which I had put down unconsciously. I ran to my silver Porsche Convertible. And sped home.
How do you guys think? Please Review and give me constructive criticism. RNR! It's going to get better because this is just the prologue. I am up to any suggestions, but don't blame me if any romance sucks!
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Anna
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