Wow! My first day back in Malibu and I feel anxious. I hope everyone recognizes me. I mean I hope they don't run away from me because I'm wearing a black short skirt that reveals my long legs or that I'm wearing a red tank top that's too tight for me or that I'm white wearing heels that take me two inches from the ground. Have I changed my look? No, just dress more like a girl than a guy. Yup that's it.
I look for 256, which is my locker number and find it by the boy's bathroom. Great! Just great! I try to get my combination right on my purple lock, but somehow it doesn't open. Right now I am getting so frustrated. I tried my combination for the 10th time and still it doesn't open. Flush! Someone just flushed and came out. Ewe! He didn't even wash his hands. That's gross. Can I say Jock? Football specifically. Brrrrrrrrring! The bell rang and I still needed to put my books in my locker. I started pulling on the lock rather harshly and someone asked if I needed help.
"No, that's ok. I think I got it," I said through my teeth.
"Here," he put his hands on mine and locked at the numbers in my hand and viola he opened it.
"Thanks," I say getting my biology book.
"Oh you have biology too? We can walk together," he suggested.
I looked up to see him and was shocked. There was a really hot guy right in front of me and I wish I hadn't called him hot. He brought back so many good memories and all I could do is stand there with my book in my hand. It's a good thing I didn't drop it. It was a rather heavy book too.