Hannah Montana
Being Jacksons Girl
X x X
::Aneon's POV::
Right. So, here I am, walking down the street, holding the map in front of me and looking at it like it's insane. Or, rather, like I was insane for looking at it. Which, since I still couldn't tell if it was right side up or not, I probably was. I was even muttering to myself about how retarded I was.
In fact, I was so intent on my own stupidity and glaring at the worthless (cost me 20$, stupid overpriced. . .) map, that I wasn't paying attention to where I was going. And walked into a sign.
Yes, a sign. Like, a stop sign, rail-road crossing sign, you know, the kind with the thin but hard metal pole. That I walked into.
"Stupid!" I yelled at the sign, kicking it as hard as I could. Which didn't do any more than hurt my foot, as it was, as I said before, a hard metal pole. So, what ended up happening was: I let go of the map to clutch my foot. I yelled 'Stupider' at myself, incredibly loudly. I realized that the map was starting to blow away. I let go of my foot and lunged at it. I tripped over my injured foot, hit my head on the sign, and landed on my butt. Hard.
Not fun.
Then, I decided that it was all the sign's fault and punched it, not realizing that it wouldn't do my knuckles any better than it would do my foot. Honestly. I was getting ready to strangle the pole (yes, strangle) when I heard a car door slam.
Oh, great, I thought, Just what I need. An audience.
"Are you alright?"
I look up at a boy about my age, and suddenly feel incredibly foolish.
"Um. . ." I begin. "Yeah, sure, fine. Just fine. Dandy even."
He looks at me oddly.
"I tripped." I say.
"I saw."
Great. Just great. I really needed this kinda cute guy to see me make a fool of myself. By attacking a pole. And losing.
It takes me a minute to realize that he's offering me a hand up, but I do eventually get it and let him drag me to my feet.
"Um, can you tell me which way to Seaview High School?" I ask, blushing. "I'm new."
"Sure! Why don't you just hop in," He motions to the car, "And I'll drive you." He says slightly cockily, and, oh god, is he hitting on me? I decide I don't mind if he is, and gratefully accept the ride to the school.
It isn't far, and in fact, if I'd kept wandering I probably would have found it sooner or later.
Anyhow, the guy turns out to by kinda sweet too, and I decide that I really don't mind if he hits on me. Which I think he does, a few times.
When we get to the school he opens the door for me and calls me 'm'lady', which makes me blush, and grin.
"Oh!" He says suddenly. "I almost forgot. My name's Jackson."
Hmm, I think, Cute name too.
"I'm Annie." I say.
"Well, Annie, maybe I'll see you around." He says with a wink. Well, now I'm almost positive he's hitting on me. And I really don't mind.
"Maybe." I echo at his retreating back, and I can't help myself from glancing ever so briefly at his butt. "Nice." I whisper, then blush. Actually, I hope he is hitting on me, this could be fun.
