SORRY FOR THE LACK OF AN UPDATE. MY LAPTOP CHARGER BROKE AND I WAS WAITING TO GET A NEW ONE. HERE'S CHAPTER 3. ENJOY

That Project.

I usually sat in the back, away from most of the people in my class. Helped me to consintrate better. Anyway, my teacher, Miss Diaz was the youngest teacher atthe school. Just barely 25. Most of the guys are in love with her. And I do have to admit, she is quite pretty. Long curly hair, flawles skin. Curves in all the right places. She'd be the type of teacher that any guy wouldn't mind staying fter class for. Too bad she was a lesbian. But she was mad chill, and actually made English quite enjoyable.

"Okay everybody." she said strutting into class fter the second bell rung. "You've all got a project."

She said nothing else, and just waited for the series of boos and complaints to cease. I wasn't one of those kids. Lets just say that I'm and absolute beast when it comes to projects. I'm a creative kid and all that stuff always came easy.

With a stack of papers in her hands, Miss Diaz walked up and down each of the rows placing one atop each students desk. I was the last to recieve one. She walked back to the front of the class, and sat on on the the desks.

"Miss Roberts," she said with hints of Spanish on her voice. "Will you read what the work sheet say for us please."

All eyes shifted to me. I just shrugged and looked at the paper.

"The Letter Project." I began. "All you must do is write a letter. But it must be to a person that you find the most interesting. A family member, a friend, a teacher, whoever, whatever. You have free reign about what you include in the letter, but it must be at least 2 pages long and demonstrate creativity and why you chose this person. Its not as easy as it looks. The longer and more creative you get with this project, the better grade. Just do freshman work, you'll get a lower grade."

It didn't seem to difficult. All I had to do was find someone interesting. That was the hard part. I didn't know anyone interesting. Echo was kinda annoying and my brother was just a tool. I don't think that's what she meant by interesting. But the more I thought about it, the more I started to get a little confused by it.

After class ended, I walked up to Miss Diaz's desk. "Hey, Miss D, I have question about this letter."

She looked up from her desk and smiled. "Sure, what's up?"

"Well, I don't really know what you mean by 'intersting'?"

"Well, just look at all the people you know. Or don't really know and want to know more about. It can be someone you look up to, someone who had an interesting life. Someone you admire. Someone esentric. Someone misunderestood. Anyone interesting to you."

I nodded having a better understanding about it.

As the day concluded, I walked out of the school building still in the leather jacket. I could see him standing by his motorcycle. Was he waiting for me?

"Here's your jacket." I said handing it out to him when I got to him. He just smiled and took it from me. He stood from his leaning position on the bike. His stature towering above mine.

"Wanna ride?" he asked.

I nodded and swung myself over the bike. "But first, you gotta tell me your name." I said before he got on. He laughed and dropped his head. "Its Zeke." he replied looking back up to me.

Zeke sat in front of me, and I wrapped my arms around his torso, just like this morning. Only, he didn't tense up this time. But what really took me by suprise, was when he placed on of his hands on mine.

"What's yours?" he asked slyly.

I could feel the electricty shoot up my arm as his hand touched mine. It took me by suprise and wasn't expecting it. But it was nice. "Kennedy," I replied a little quieter than I may have meant to.

He didn't say anything else. As he revved up his bike, his hand left mine, unfortunatly. I thought to myself. Wow, he really is interesting.