This is the third chapter. I messed up in the second chapter. The girl is named kayla and not courtney. courtney is another girl that comes in, in this chapter. Review and tell me wat u think.
Chapter 3
"So, how many scares and injuries do u have now," Said Kayla trying to break the silence. She gave a low giggle when she saw him roll his eyes at her. "lost count," he laughed, giving her a tiny push, "But really I'm not going to stop and count everyone for." She was about to push him but remembered his leg.
They laughed as they passed a mother and her kids stumbling down the street. "Thank god, I'm not a kid anymore," Said Rory as he looked away. His leg was getting worse. He hated that neither of them had a car or money for the bus. Kayla peered at him. She knew why too. She couldn't begin to believe how he felt. But it must be hard to know that your family is screwed up. Mom's a druggy, and he never knew his father.
She admired Rory. Even with his screwed up life, he was so strong. People looked up to him. Girls wanted him and guys wanted to be him. Though he never understood why. When he thought about it. It never sounded cool to be screwed up.
"So how do u like those roles," she said attempting to change the subject. "delicious like always," he replied still munching on one. Kayla wiped something off his cheek. "You had a little something, now its gone," she said smiling. He continued walking while taking the last bite. He knew what she was doing and it worked.
They arrived at the school only to be greeted by a group of teens screaming and running around. "freshman," thought Rory. The first day of school was always hectic. Rory and Kayla walked passed a bunch of future cheerleaders, painting their nails and scoping out the guys. Preppy, long blond flowing hair. He could hear them giggling as he walked by. As he peered over his shoulder he could see them turning back around quickly. He could tell they were bright red at the moment. For some apparent reason, he had that affect on women. He never knew why.
They made their way ways down the hallway. "I guess this my homeroom," said Kayla looking at her schedule. "Mines down there," he said pointing to the room at the end, "I guess I'll see u later." She waved him goodbye and they parted.
He started down the hall, maneuvering through the kids running and scrambling to find their classes. He stepped in front of his homeroom door.
Looking in, he could see some familiar faces and suddenly he couldn't move when he saw the girl at the front of the class, surrounded by five other girls. He couldn't take his eyes off of her. With her jet black hair, artic blue frosty eyes.
She was wearing a shirt from his favorite band, Avenged Sevenfold. He could hear her voice. An angelic voice. She must have been new because he never saw her anywhere before. She was laughing at somebody who ran in as they tripped and fell.
She turned toward the door and was locked in his staring gaze. She didn't know what it was but looking at him made her shake. Their eyes filled with attraction and lust kept locked on each other. She gave a small smirk and he gave her a small side smile.
Seconds seemed like minutes, minutes seemed like hours. She gave him a small flirty wave. He could feel his face burning. The bell rang and he snapped out of his daze. He hurried to a seat in the back of the room, just as the teacher stood up.
He high-fived everyone one of his friends as they sat around him. His head felt a light and his heart beat rapidly. He laid his head down on the desk and closed his eyes.
He never felt this way before. Especially toward any girl. Being Rory Jacobson, you get a lot of girls drooling over you. Girls loved the broken boy. He had his own band, soon one day to make it big. On top of that their was rumors with all the ladies, that he was great in bed.
He laughed when he heard that and when girls asked him. For some reason the thought they thought he was some sort of sex god. That description always stopped him from having a meaningful relationship. Something he wished he had. His dream.