Chapter 2 First Day

Finally made it to LA. Got the basement all organized just the way I want it. I start on Monday. Some public school called King High. I have been to private schools but Dad doesn't want me to think that I am better than everyone else. I have also been in some all girl schools. I hate those the worst. You would think that would be a lesbian's heaven. And it is the first three months, and then after you sleep with most of girls it all turns into drama. It was kind of entertaining watching some of the cat fights.

I woke up to my alarm going off at 7 a.m. on Monday. I laid there for a minute thinking of how I was starting yet another school. I got up and took a quit shower. It is near the end of August so it's hot as hell here. So I stare and stare into my closet. Wishing something would just pop out and say "Wear Me Today!" but nothing is speaking to me. I ended up throwing on some black shorts that show off my tone legs that I got from kick boxing, and my favorite Paramore t-shirt. Grabbed my orange Converse Chuck Taylors and walked out the door.

I get into my yellow mini cooper and head towards my new hell. Don't get me wrong I love meeting new people, and I'm really good in school, but I really just hate starting over. As I walk onto campus all I notice is all the girls. I mean DAMN. I have seen some hot chicks all around, and I have heard of California Tens but I never imagine it to be this true. I am going to have a great senior year.

I find my way to the office and get all of my information sorted, and start heading towards my first class. First part of the school day was not that bad. Met some people, and even got to take a nap in my second period history class. So now I am headed towards my last class before lunch. I walked into my Biology class and walk towards the front to the teacher. I give him the same speech I have told the last three teachers today. "Hi. My name is Emma James and I just transferred." And just like a repeat button he says the same thing as the others.

"Hello Miss James. I am (insert name here). Here is your text book. Find an empty seat, and if you have any questions come talk to me and the end of class." I grab the huge book which after thinking about it you really only cover half the text book. So why does it need to be so damn big and heavy? This is why we have back problems because when we are young we have to carry all these books that are as heavy and a damn cow. Any who, I turn around and spot two empty seats. The first one being in the front row next to a guy who have the worst body order possible, and the second seat is in the middle of the room next to a blonde girl. This was the hardest decision I have ever made. I think I really ran to the seat in the middle before the Mr. Whatever His Name Is told me to sit up front. I think it is time to turn on the charm. Who wouldn't want to help the new kid out? I needed help getting around campus, or help with what I have already missed in class. I haven't seen LA yet or nowhere to sit at lunch. Which one will it be?

"Hi. I'm Emma." I turn towards the blonde and stick out my hand for her to shake. She looks up from her book that she was reading, and stares into my eyes. Talk about some blue eyes. She grabs my hand and starts to shake it while forming the brightest smile ever. This causes me to me to do the same.

"Hi. Spencer. Nice to meet you." She pulls her hand away but keeps eye contact and that amazing smile. "So, where are you from?" she asks.

"I move a lot, so I guess all over. But I just here from Indiana." I say. I can't tear away from her eyes. But now she probably thinks that I am some kind of children from corn hillbilly.

"Really? I am from Ohio!" she pretty much screamed this because she was so excited. All I could do was chuckle. Yes I said chuckle. I was not going to completely laugh at her because she was from the Mid West, but it was cute how excited she was. I look around the room to see if anyone was paying any attention to us due to the outburst. But all the students were zombies and the teacher was babbling on about collecting insects for our project. When I got back to looking at her face she was still smiling and was pretty much jumping up and down in her chair. I understand that Indiana and Ohio are neighbors but I just couldn't understand why she was excited. Besides the Indiana Dunes, and Holiday World, it was pretty boring. "So, why did you move here?"

"My Dad's job moved us here. What about you?" It was only polite to ask why she moved here. I decided then that I wanted to fuck her brains out. I could just imagine her under me screaming my name as I make her cum over and over again.

"Ladies. Let's keep the chit chatting for lunch." Mr. Whatever His Name Is said.

"Want to sit with me at lunch?" Spencer whispered while his back was towards us. BINGO.

"That would be great. Thanks."

She walked me to lunch, pointing out certain rooms that I might need to know, and pointing out certain people, like Madison and her followers. We walked outside where there was tables scattered around; students already sitting with their groups, people in line to grab trays of food, some where even sitting on the grass under the trees. The maids always made my lunch. They never liked me eating school food. Said that you never know what you were truly eating. This was fine by me, just looking at school food made me want to vomit. Spencer takes me to the farthest table, it sits in the shade from a tree and it's the closest to the parking lot. "Do we do a lot of half days Spencer?" I joke. Hell I am tempted on just leaving being so close to my car. If you time it just right none of the teachers that are out here would even know.

"Yeah. Ashley and I used to do it all the time last year. I have only done it once since school started." She says as she giggles. She has an amazing laugh. Thank goodness it is not one of those that are annoying.

"Who's Ashley? And after my first week here, we are so skipping." I stated. I mean I could skip this week no biggie but I want to find out how this school works, and to see all the potential.

"Ashley is…umm…." Why is she all of a sudden nervous? Her eyes are looking all around the area except at me. She is now biting her bottom lip. "Ashley is my girlfriend." She finally spits out. She looks at me to see how I am reacting to her news. All that came to my mind was hell yeah, Spencer is gay! That made my job a little easier. Now I just have to deal with this Ashley person. I always like a challenge.

"So when do I get to met this Ashley? Does she have a different lunch period?" All I really could do was smile at Spencer. I don't think she knows how happy I just got. I am curious to meet this Ashley though.

"She dropped out beginning of this year. She is going for her GED. She hates school and she didn't think there was a point in going anymore. Then she got an internship at a record company so right now she is in New York."As she says this she looks sadder and sadder. I mean why would just drop out senior year. That's the dumbest move. Not sure how she plans on going to college. This gives me some advantage though. I get all school day with Spencer without her girlfriend. Bring on the flirting, and when they get into fights hello shoulder to cry on so free reign on bashing Ashley when this happens.

"Her quieting school was the dumbest move she could have ever made." Spencer looks at me with her questioning eyes. "Now that she ain't around, I have free reign to flirt and hit on you as much as I want. If she was around wouldn't be able to do that. So now every chance I get I'm going to say something to make you blush." She lowers her head down as I speak trying to hide the smile that I just caused. I lean down and whisper in her ear, "Because whenever you blush it is the sexiest thing that I have ever witnessed." Her face turns to a dark red. After a moment to gather herself together she asks.

"Well I take it that you are gay?" She is most defiantly curious about me now. She is wearing that wonderful smirk of hers.

"Baby, I'm a gold star lesbian. Just the thought of being with a guy in that way makes me want to choke and die on my vomit." Her mouth drops open a little at my statement. The lunch bell rings signaling time for class. We both parted our separate ways until tomorrow.