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Pogue groaned as the morning rays hit his face. He had a heavy hangover from the night before, and the sun was not helping. As his eyes finally opened, he took in the sight of his ceiling and thought over last night.
Out loud he mumbled, "God, did he really have to mention the facts on my birthday?"
Pogue took his time rising from the dead. Slowly, methodically, he got to his feet. He groaned once more as the pain hit his head again. It felt like a monkey was taking cymbals and crashing them into his head over and over again.
Definitely not a good feeling.
He stumbled into the kitchen in hopes of finding some Tylenol. There goes any hopes of me not looking like a drunk today…He finally reached the cabinet where he stored the Tylenol. Almost blindly, he shuffled around for the bottle.
Only there were no pills in the bottle.
Cursing, he threw the bottle across the room and went to the fridge. He opened the white door to find a half-full bottle of water. Sighing, he snatched it up and got a granola bar from the box sitting beside the fridge on the counter.
When he finally started getting ready for hell—I mean school—he realized he had ten minutes to make it halfway across town and to the school parking lot.
Cursing, he ran for his bike. Then he realized he'd forgotten his helmet, ran back inside, grabbed it, and ran back to his bike. Then he realized he'd forgotten his leather jacket. Cursing once more, he ran back inside and grabbed the damned thing that was going to make him late.
After an unknown amount of time, he finally got onto the road. He refused to look at the tower clock as he passed it, and he almost wanted to run through the dozens of stop signs. But it wouldn't do to get a ticket at the same time of being late to school!
Note the sarcasm.
Finally, the longhaired brunette made it to the school. And with one minute to run to his class that was on the third floor!
He groaned and got off his beauty. He started for the steps when he noticed someone exiting a car in the similar fashion he'd gotten off his bike.
Hurriedly. Anxiously.
He shook his head and ran up the stairs, knowing it would be fruitless to stop and mingle with someone. Even if his mind told him to go back and talk to them.
He was heading toward the elevator when he flew into the wall and lay sprawled on the floor. Groaning, he mumbled, "This is so not my day."
His eyes flew wide open when he heard something from across of him.
"As it's also so not my day either."
Slowly, Pogue sat up to take in the person he'd bumped into. The girl had black hair and he couldn't help but think she reminded him of Kylie.
Kylie.
"Sorry 'bout that. I was on my way to class when ya bumped into me," she said and offered her manicured hand to him. Pogue stared at it a moment and then took the hand.
They waited for the elevator to open up. The bell had rung moments ago, and they decided it was best just to walk in late.
Moments of silence passed between the two. Finally Pogue asked, "Your accent… it sounds southern?"
The new girl laughed and nodded. "Well, it's a cleaned up version of the southern accent. My parents moved ta Georgia when I was a lil kid, and so I have a nicer tone ta the real southern accent."
Pogue's inside flopped a little. Of course. It wouldn't have been her. Kylie was gone, and he just needed to accept that.
"Where'd your parents move from?"
"New York. They tol' me all these stories of how crowded it was there, and how annoyin' it is to hear people here talk about snow when they don' really get snow," she replied. His heart sank even further. Of course. God just loved playing with him, didn't he?
The elevator finally opened, and the two hurried in. As Pogue pressed the button for the third floor, he realized he'd never asked the new girl for her name.
He coughed to get her attention. When she looked up at him, he noticed something weird in her eyes.
One moment they were bright green, and the next they turned brown.
He raised an eyebrow, but shook it off. She probably just wears contacts.
Almost as if she read his mind, she said, "Sorry, I have ta wear contacts. I kinda hate glasses, so the only other thing ma parents could afford was contacts." Pogue nodded, but he couldn't help but notice something else.
Her eyes shifted, as if she didn't want him to see something, when she answered his thoughts.
A second later Pogue remembered what he was going to ask her. He cleared his throat and said, "I never caught your name."
The black-haired beauty blushed a little. He couldn't help but notice how cute she looked. Almost like a little kid. "Ma name is Tory."
Pogue smiled. "Well it's nice to be the first student at Spencer to welcome you. As the first student at Spencer to meet you, I must say, welcome to Spencer, Tory."
She laughed. "That was the most confusin' sentence I ever heard."
He smirked and asked, "How do you know it wasn't meant to be confusing?"
She raised an eyebrow and replied, "Well it worked if ya mean' ta be confusin'."
A second later the elevator dinged, and Pogue exited to go to Government. He turned after a few steps and saw Tory following.
"I'm sorry ta bother, but I don' know where ma first class is, so I was wonderin' if ya could show me?"
Pogue nodded. He didn't know why, but he felt like it was his duty to help this girl. He asked, "What class do you have?"
She shuffled around, feeling her pockets on her school blazer before finding the piece of paper.
"Hmm," she said. "Ummm, College Prep English?"
"That's right across from my homeroom. Come on, I'll show you," he replied. She smiled brightly at him and followed closely behind.
But one thing wouldn't leave his mind.
Why did she remind him so highly of Kylie?