I stormed off around the corner and through the cafeteria. I was so mad I was shaking and my hair was getting staticy, a sure sign I was beyond help. He was so annoying! I marched into the locker area and tried to undo my lock, but I was so angry my hands refused to function and I tugged on the lock in irritation. When it didn't open, I screamed in frustration and stamped my foot.
"Need help?" I heard a voice from behind me. Thankfully it wasn't him. I turned to see it was Jacob Black, a cheerful, open boy that I recalled sitting across from me in Visual Art class. He seemed sweet enough.
"Can't… open… locker…" I managed to squeeze out from between clenched teeth. He laughed, head thrown back, eyes sparkling.
"What's your code?" he asked when he'd finished. I told him, then watched as he twisted the device to 23, 11, and 45 with expertise. He turned to me, satisfied when he'd finished and held the door open for me.
"Thanks," I mumbled, by rage quickly cooling. I stared at the ground, now even-tempered enough to blush with embarrassment. He laughed at that too. How could someone be so happy?
"It's a good day." Jacob said unexpectedly. What? Then I blushed again and I guessed I must have thought aloud.
"Lucky you." I couldn't keep the bitterness from my voice. I envied him, badly. He put his head on one side and questioned me with his eyes.
"Cullen." I ground my teeth over the name. He was such an idiot.
This time Jacob didn't only laugh, he practically wet his pants at my expense.
"My God!" he choked. "Your face!"
I grimaced at him, waved half-heartedly, and walked away, my English books in my arms.
And it wasn't even last break yet…