Lindsay's POV
I leaned in close to the mirror and snapped the curler down, watching as my black eyelashes curved upward before releasing. I then carefully swooped light green and silver eye shadow over my lids, and topped the whole look off with jet black mascara. I was ready. I walked over to my full length mirror and stared at myself. I was wearing rolled up jeans, black flip flops, a black and white striped tank top, and my hair was in a pony tail with pieces falling out. "Perfectly unperfected" I whispered to myself as I put on big silver hoop earrings before walking down to my kitchen.
"Honey, breakfast on the table! I've got to run, but I'll see you tonight." My mom said quickly and kissed my forehead before rushing out the door. I looked down at my plate at the table; eggs, bacon and toast. "Not today." I grabbed the toast and put the rest in my dog Marco's food bowl. I nibbled on the wheat toast as I waited for my ride, pretty soon, a red jeep with no doors swerved down my street and screeched to a stop in front of my house. I ran down the steps, my plaid school back flying behind me, and hopped into the car. "EEEEEEEK!" I screamed and hugged Kelsey. Kelsey was my best friend since kindergarten, and we hadn't seen each other all summer. We both immediately started complimenting each other on tans, hair, and outfits. "AND WHAT ABOUT THIS CAR?" I screamed, "This is amazing!" She shrugged, "My dad got a deal! We'll be riding around in this baby all year!" We both screamed, and hugged again, before realizing the time, and zipping down the street on our way to school.
We slowly pulled into the parking lot and looked for spaces; we saw one a couple rows down and Kelsey raced for it, knowing if we didn't act fast we wouldn't get it at all. Just as we were about to pull in, a silver Volvo tore in front of us, stealing the spot. "Oh come on!" Kelsey yelled at the driver, "That was so rude!" She was just about to flick him off when I grabbed her hand and stopped her, "Wait, and look at him." I whispered, and a tall, Caucasian male stepped out of the car. He was wearing a solid tshirt under a sports jacket, and his brown curly hair was pushed to the side, he grinned at us and saluted, "Sorry girls, got to get to class" Kelsey gripped my arm and whispered back, "English accent…" We both nodded at him until he passed the car, in which we then both broke out in hysterics. "New school year, new hot students!" I yelled as we continued our search for a parking spot.
We eventually found one, after twenty minutes of searching, at the back of the lot. When we were still 40 or 50 cars away from the building, we heard the bell ring. "SHIT!" We both shouted and stopped. We locked eyes for one moment, and within seconds we were both holding our shoes in one hand, bag in the other, and sprinting towards the building.
I skipped going to my locker and ran right into my class room, but a few feet from the door, I stopped and collected myself. "Whew" I said to myself and fanned my face with a folder in my bag. As soon as I felt confident, I walked into the room, and sat next to my close friend, Kevin. I avoided eye contact with the teacher, until he coughed, and I looked up. "You?" I blurted out before I could stop myself. It was the cute English guy that stole our parking spot! The new student! Or…apparently new teacher? He raised his eye brows at me, "Yes, me. As I was saying… my name is Mr. Styles, and I will be your English teacher this year. I may look young, but that does not make me have any less authority, so let's hope for a good year! To start today, we're going to play a name game, so I can get to know you. We'll go around the class and everyone will stand and say their name and one thing about them, lets start with you," He pointed to a tall boy in a front seat who stood up awkwardly, "Uh, hi, my name's Kyle.." I zoned out as I slowly reached into my bag and pulled out my red iPhone. I discreetly snapped a photo of Mr. Styles, and sent it to Kelsey with the message, "He's my teacher, get into my class. English room 304." She responded almost immediately saying to give her ten minutes. Kelsey's mom was a big wig on the board of administrations, so Kelsey could really get her way with anything in the school; she just had to drop a few names.
As promised, Kelsey strolled into the class and handed Mr. Styles a pass, she saw what game we were playing and cleared her throat, a signal to who ever was talking to shut up, "Hi, I'm Kelsey Maroon and I love the British." She smiled confidently before taking a seat next to me. I smirked. Kevin was next, he sighed loudly before standing, "I'm Kevin…I play hockey." He sat back down and rolled his eyes. I stood, "Hello! I'm Lindsay Marx and I am stoked to be in this class." I said while staring at Mr. Styles, who didn't break eye contact. I didn't want to sit, but I felt the need with the whole class staring at me. I peeked at Kelsey who was staring at me and mouthing something I couldn't understand, she finally reached over and grabbed Kevin's pencil and wrote on my desk, "he likes you" and I laughed and wrote back "a girl can only dream" she giggled but was cut off by the sound of Mr. Styles, "Something funny, ladies?" We both shook our head and I leaned over my desk to cover our conversation, bad idea. He stood and walked over to my desk. I smiled up at him, "What's up?" he nudged my arm away read the written words as I felt all the blood in my body, migrate to my face. He cocked his head at me before returning to his desk.
I spent the rest of the day staring straight ahead, barely moving at all, until the bell rang when I rushed out of the room only to have someone pull me to the side of the hallway, and it was Kevin. He black spiky hair shook as he laughed, "You idiots!" I shoved him, "Whatever." We walked to our next class together which was Math. We sat next to each other in that class too. Kevin was probably my best guy friend and Kelsey my best girl friend. I put my face in my hands and groaned, "It's the first day of school Kev, we have like a billion more…" he sighed, "Don't remind me! By the way, I've got some crazy summer stories to tell you, and I need to hear all about your summer in Hawaii too."
The next day, English wasn't any better. It was like Kevin and Kelsey were out to get me. When Mr. Styles asked for a volunteer to go get copies and no one responded, Kevin pushed my back, making me jerk my head up and Kelsey raised my hand for me. As I went up to his desk to grab the sheet, he looked at me amused, "Thank you." He whispered; I melted.
But by Friday, it had gotten bearable. They were still being annoying pricks, but at least sometimes even I found it funny. Friday morning, Mr. Styles assigned us a poem to discuss in small groups and me, Kelsey and Kevin all pushed our desks together and pushed aside the poem, "So, whose driving tonight?" I asked the group and Kelsey raised her hand, "Me, I'll drive the jeep because we can fit us three plus Jack and Melissa." I smiled and Kevin nodded, "So we leave at 8? Concert starts at 10, over around 1? Then what?" Kelsey grinned, "Then. I convinced my parents to let us stay in the apartment in the city and we can chill there all night! I told her there would be adult supervision, because my aunt lives in the apartment across the hall, but she'll be out by 11:30." I squealed. Tonight, we were going to see one of our favorite under grown bands in Chicago and it was the first time I would be using my fake I.D. "Didn't know you liked poems so much Ms. Marx!" Mr. Styles placed his hand on my shoulder, I laughed, "Well of course I do…they're poems." He rolled his eyes and smirked before going to the next table.
The day could not pass slower. All I could think about was tonight. And Mr. Styles. And tonight.