Matthew walked back and forth. Pacing about the room trying to find an idea that would work had gotten him a little dizzy. Yet he had found one.
"Ha! If I do something grand, someone will be bound to notice me!" He cheered lowly. His voice had always been quiet no matter how loud he tried to be.
"Okay, now how to be grand, eh?" He smiled. Matthew had never been confident about his appearance, thus meaning he would have a hard time trying to do something or to be grand. He had always despised the freckles on his cheeks, of which added more hideous (he at least thought of it so) effect to his ugly face.
Quite to the contrary, Matthew was rather handsome. Although he didn't think the dimples on either side of his face made any astonishing look to it, they did. And when he would tie his strawberry blond hair in a low ponytail he would look breath taking.
Matthew was never buff, but neither was he skinny. He was just between the two. He'd always kept in proper shape. Of course Matthew's body was nothing like that senior's- Some Antonio or such. Unlike his sun-kissed skin, Matthew's was ivory or maybe as white as snow.
Big indigo eyes hid themselves behind his thin steel framed glasses. Personally, he'd always admired Buddy Holly's style but he could never bring himself to change his own, as much as he wanted. A sophomore now, Matthew was at the top of his class. And with all his intelligence, even though it should have given him way more attention, he went unnoticed.
Finally getting tired of it all, Matthew was determined to make someone notice him, even if it was the lowliest scum bag that lay around. Someone needed to notice him. Therefore he stood before the full view mirror behind the white door of his bathroom, trying on different outfits. He wanted to make an impression on the first day back from winter break, and with the many dull coloured sweaters he had, it wasn't really working.
He could wear a tux, but that would be too extravagant. Navy blue jeans, and a White t-shirt would do perfect. Now for the shoes... He placed on his dark brown high-top leather boots before placing a red scarf around his neck- perfect. He removed his glasses and adjusted his eyes to the fine details of his attire. Reaching for the top covert of his wardrobe, he found what he was looking for -the Buddy Holly style Rayban glasses. The black frame fit perfectly to his face and he looked stunning.
One little problem; his scarf didn't match. He replaced it with a black leather jacket and, to top it all off, he tied his hair back. Now that was perfect. "Okay Matt, this is it. You're going to get people to notice you and they will." He nodded at himself in the mirror that reflected his Rose red room.
Filing to the kitchen he stuffed a pancake into the gap between his watermelon lips and downed it. "Bye mom!" He mumbled past his filled mouth. Before he left he drank a cup of orange juice and hurried out the door as he slung his White Jansport backpack over his shoulder.
Matthew contemplated on taking the sleek black motorcycle he had gotten for Christmas or just taking the bus... After a minute, he decided the bike would be better. He'd learnt how to ride one once his friend, Amelia, had taught him about six months ago. Since then, he'd already earned his motorcycle license and the bike was cheaper than a car, so his father gave in.
Arriving at the school parking lot he already had a crowd of people hoping to catch a glimpse of whom the cycler might be. Once he removed his helmet, the crowd almost gasped. Within a second he had put on his glasses and parked the bike, shoving the keys into his pocket.
Gripping onto his bag strap tightly he entered class and, like always, was early. Except for a group of girls in the back left corner of the room. Matthew sat down at his usual seat on the back right corner of the room, opposite to the giggling girls. As soon as the bell rang everyone ran to their seats and awaited the teacher.
A brunette female sat next to him -his usual partner. Lovina was her name, and darn was she pretty. But Matthew had never really liked her, he just admired her beauty. If he recalled correctly, that Antonio senior was her boyfriend or something of the sort.
"Matthew, I see you've changed quite a bit." Lovina nodded. "Don't get me wrong, it's a good change but it's not really you."
"W-well, Lovina, it's g-going t-to have to be me, b-because this is how I-I'm going t-to look from now on." Matthew stuttered.
"Okay, stupido. If you're-a goin' to look like a bad boy, you're-a goin' to talk like-a one." She grinned as she purposely leaked her Italian accent.
"B-but h-how?" Matthew's big orbs widened with curiosity.
"Well, who better to teach you how to be a bad boy other than a girl who knows all about them. I'll do the pleasure." Lovina smirked. She then cracked her knuckles and neck before giving him a bigger smirk. Since she'd grown up around bad boys, why couldn't she help a wimpy kid become one? Of course she denied it was to help. "But I want something in return." She raised a brown eyebrow over her Hazel eye with intention of reciprocity.
"W-what would y-you like?" He mumbled.
"Hmm..." She thought for a bit. "Feli has been lonely lately, so you have to ask her out, and five dollars a lesson. Do we have a deal?"
Matthew gasped; the five dollars was nothing but dating Feliciana? She was cute and all, yet not quite Matthew's type. His type was... Well his type was... Okay, maybe he didn't have a type but it was certainly not Feli. Once again Matthew was determined to be noticed and so a simply girlfriend wouldn't hurt, right?
"Okay." Matthew nodded. "Deal."
"Great. Nice making business with you, bastard." She winked. As soon as the bell rang, signaling the end of the period, Matthew regretted his deal.
"Oh, I'll need your number to be able to send you lessons, and we'll start tomorrow, got it stupido? And if you back out, I'll kill ya." Lovina clucked.