"Fuck!" I screamed looking at my clock that read 8:30. School started at 7.
"Shit, shit, shit" I murmured as I snatched a pair of grey sweat pants on and pulling on a red V-neck that traced my curves. Running out the door I grabbed my keys off the table and started the engine. Tapping my thumbs on the staring wheel every time I reached a stoplight, I finally made it. I scrambled my belongings and scurried to my locker.
"20. 27. 13. 20. 27. 13", I kept repeating my combination until I reached my locker in the abandoned hallways of Field Hill High school. Finally opening the rusty old puke green locker I grabbed my History binders. I was about to reach my class when I stumbled on my vans and fell down the staircase. Leaving my books to be on one end of the hallway while my papers fluttered in the air.
"Shit." I murmured. I looked up to see a tall figure wearing red supras. His pants were a darker shade of blue and he wore a leather jacket that hid some of his red V-neck. His red hat complemented the whole outfit and the black lettering on the side of it that read "D. Bieber" set the outfit. The mysterious figure crouched down so now we where the same height.
"You alright, Love?"
"um yeah, yeah I'm fine" I said finally breaking the trance. He was gorgeous. The way his Carmel brown eyes paralyzed me I couldn't focus on anything other than his beautiful complexion that only showed off his amazing cheekbones.
"You uh, fell kind of hard. Do you need ice or something?" he said shrugging his shoulders. His eyes were fixated on my cheek and that's when I felt the sting
"Uh, I'm sorry for my stare. How rude of me." He said noticing that I noticed him staring, ", but you seem to be bleeding."
Cupping my cheek I gave him a quick grin before turning around to pick up my belongings before I could do so I noticed everything was gone and he had the scattered papers in his hand neatly placed on top of my books.
"Thanks." Giving him a reassuring smile. Something was odd about him.
"Uh yeah. No problem. I'm Derek Bieber" he extended his arm, his eyes, however, still fixated on my cheek.
"Yeah, I'm Lindsey. Um thanks again, but I'm late and should probably head to the nurse."
"Yes," he added " of course, and please Lindsey get that checked out." With that he turned on his heel and walked away.
Something was off about him. The way he talked was so different. Even his accent had an old ring to it. Who is this Derek Bieber?