Disclaimer: I do not own Jackson Rathbone. If I did, I'd be a very happy girl.

I wince as I sit back into my seat. Damn sunburn. The day after vacation is the hardest. Everyone is all twitchy, either trying to find their friends or their partner to tell them about all the fun they've had getting drunk, stoned, or a combination of both. And just wanting the day to end. I on the other hand hate this particular day for an entirely different reason. Everyone is in such a good mood, it pisses me off. I don't like people.

"Good morning class!" the teacher chirps cheerfully. Probably all jacked up on caffeine and who knows what else.

"Today we will be sharing what we did on spring break! Now because you are all seniors, please only share what is school appropriate." She finishes the sentence off with a wink. Scary. I glance around me, everyone is excitedly whispering about what they are going to share. C'mon people. Like we haven't been doing this since kindergarten.

"Any volunteers?" About five hands shoot up.

" Okay, how about-" She scans the room with her beady, heavily made up eyes. "Krista! Come on up here and share what you did!"

A perky, blonde stands up and bounces to the front of the room. God, I cant stand her. Since my first day here shes been out to get me. Probably just hates everyone that's smarter than her, which isn't a lot of people here.

"Well during the break I got a tan-"

Hm..so that's why you're orange. " I also bought this cuuute t shirt-"

And in that shirt you most likely participated in a wet t shirt contest. "Ooo! I also got a matching mani pedi-"

Oh my god. I think my brain just melted.

" No one cares.." I mutter. I hear a few snickers.

" What was that Alexandra?"

Damn it. I let out a sigh. "Nothing Ms. Peters." She raises a penciled eyebrow.

" Alexandra, why don't you come up here and share what you did on your spring break since you're so eager to talk."

I will strangle you're piggy self in your sleep.

" But Miss Peters! I'm not done yet!" Krista whines.

Too bad barbie. I walk up to the front of the room, and stare at the class. I let out a breath. I hate public speaking. Honestly it freaks me out. Just be honest, be yourself. Ha, fat chance.

"Well..I spent my spring break stripping down on a hourly basis, rubbing aloe gel all over my naked, badly sunburnt body." The class starts laughing.

Well, good job Schacht, instead of being just an ordinary loser, you're now a funny loser. Ms. Peters beady little eyes bug out.

"Sit down Alexandra!"

I snort and make my way back to my seat. Before I do I turn back to the overgrown pig and say

" Oh Ms. Peters? Please, call me Drea. I insist." More laughter.

I get a high five from the guy sitting next to me. Hm.. I should be funny more often. Another person goes up and blabs about their break. This class is so freaking boring. Please, hand me a shard of glass so I can gauge my eyes out. I feel a tap on my shoulder, I turn around to the guy sitting behind me.

"Did you really do that during the break?" he looks at me curiously. Holy crow hes cute!

" Unfortunately yes. I'm not the most exciting person." He cracks a crooked smile. Screw being cute, the guys adorable.

"Well to me, rubbing aloe all over yourself sounds pretty exciting." I feel my face turn tomato red, and I turn around. I sense him lean forward.

"Hey, I'm sorry that I embarrassed you. I didn't mean to." Hm..polite too.

" Its more exciting than my break anyway. I had to put up with my roommate's continuous complaining." As I listen to his voice more I notice that he has a southern drawl. Mm, sexy.

The bell rings, I get my crap together and turn around to the sexy beast behind me. His pericing greenish eyes meet my brown. I glance down at his mouth, the bottom lip is slightly fuller than the top. His tousled brown hair looks very soft..i bite my lip. He sees this and slightly smiles. Snap out of it Drea. Wipe your chin and make conversation.

" Uhh..so..um.." Smooth. He opens his mouth as if he wants to say something, but quickly closes it. He tries again .

"The bell just rang and I don't want Coach Thomas to yell at me for being late. I'll see you around okay?"

I nod, not trusting my voice. He starts to walk off. Oh crap! I didn't catch his name! I watch him walk out of the classroom. I shall call him Sweetcheeks.

Well I hope you liked it, reviews are helpful :)

P.S. I really need a Beta..