Christian James sighed as he leaned his chin on his hand. Halfway to go. .
. half of the year was over. At the beginning of the year he had been
sending out college applications, and none of them had yet written back. He
feared that he was chained to this small California town forever, and ever,
and ever. . .
The energy drained out of him as he imagined never moving, going to the community college a few miles away and picking up his practice in the community. He wanted to get far away from here, away from his father who was too overbearing and wintry. His temper matched his sunburned nose.
But if no college offers came in, he'd be stuck here forever. The James family didn't exactly have a million dollars to their name. His brother, Jacek, would get a soccer scholarship most definitely, but Christian. . .
He looked away with another sigh and toward the chalk board, where the assignment was written. Problems twelve through seventy-two, every third.
He clicked twice at the end of his pencil and set to work with number twelve. He usually was a math whiz, but after ignoring Mr. Woodard in the Calculus lesson, he had no clue what the answer was.
In fact, he couldn't remember anything. He just stared at his book, a cloud coming over his brain. He couldn't move at all, except to bite his lip in frustration. And then he felt cold, even though it was a sunny day and he was right next to the window. He felt so alone and so cold.
"Hey, you got number twelve done yet, Einstein?" Nini whispered behind him, leaning forward in her seat to see his notebook.
Christian rubbed his arm, wishing he had worn the sweater that he mother almost always insisted he wear before leaving the house. His heart seemed heavy, and he felt this overwhelming feeling that made him want to break down and cry.
The classroom door swung open, and with it Christian's sad and lonely feelings were washed away. He straightened up, and dragged in a large breath and scratched the back of his head with his mechanical pencil.
"Hey, Einstein. don't ignore me, I know you hear me." Nini tapped his shoulder impatiently.
Christian sighed and turned to look at her, but one glance at the door made him hold his breath.
The principal strolled into the room, followed by the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She had long, wavy red hair and milky white skin. Her sad green eyes scanned the room cautiously, landing on Christian. A smile began to form on her pink lips as Christian looked her over from head to toe - something he hardly ever did. She was wearing a black mini skirt with a red top, and a necklace with a few diamonds on it.
Christian felt his cheeks burn as he stared into her eyes and felt a smile of his own coming over his lips. She looked so unfamiliar, yet her face sent a tingle down his spine and the cloud coming over his brain once again.
"Class," the principal spoke, "this is Miss Satine Desmer. She just moved here, and she'll be in your class for the rest of the year."
Satine bit her lip and looked away at the drooling stares that she was getting from the male portion of the class, and the envious ones from the females.
"Well, it's good to have you in my class Miss Desmer," Mr. Woodard said, unaffectionatly. "Since you missed my lesson, you'll have to have one of the students explain it to you. Mr. James!"
Christian snapped his head up. "Yeah?" he asked, straightening up.
"Mr. James, please explain the lesson to our new student. You're the only one who seems to pay attention. Homework is on the board." Grumbling under his breath, Mr. Woodard sat back down at his desk and opened his book of Math figures and equations.
"Um. . ." Christian slowly rose form his desk, staring into Satine's eyes. He picked up his notebook, pencil and book and slowly walked toward her. When he was a few steps from her, he stopped and his mind went blank again. "Uh. . . hello."
"Hello," she whispered.
"Oh, get on with it!" the teacher yelled, waving his hand impatiently at them.
Christian nodded nervously and led them to the back of the room where there were empty seats. He somehow figured out how to do the problems by looking at them, and explained it the best way he could, hoping his words were coherent. The cloud returned to his brain when she smiled and laughed a bit.
"Well, um. . ." he began, but couldn't finish his sentence.
"Why don't we work on the homework together?" Satine suggested, blushing a bit.
Christian nodded, hoping not too eagerly, and before he knew it the end bell had rung and students were rushing out of the classroom.
"I have to go," she said quietly, slinging her bag on her back. "But it's nice to meet you."
Before Christian could get another word out, she had rushed to the door. He jumped up from his seat and grabbed his bag, and headed out after her. In the hallway, he found a large mass of his classmates, and he searched the crowd, finally spotting the flip of red turn a corner, and he sped past people, profusely muttering "I'm sorry. . .excuse me."
He burst out the front doors and looked around, and sighed when he saw a silver convertible drive away, red hair waving in the wind.
Christian raked his fingers through his hair. "Who IS she?" he wondered outloud. ------------------------------------------ Disclaimer: All characters belong to Baz. Sorry, can't spell the last name. And the teacher, Mr. Woodard, he's this teacher at school. . . so obsessed with math and really mean. Just thought I should put him in.
A/N: Ok, sorry. the first chapter is kind of weak, but it will get better!!! I swear! Please R&R!
The energy drained out of him as he imagined never moving, going to the community college a few miles away and picking up his practice in the community. He wanted to get far away from here, away from his father who was too overbearing and wintry. His temper matched his sunburned nose.
But if no college offers came in, he'd be stuck here forever. The James family didn't exactly have a million dollars to their name. His brother, Jacek, would get a soccer scholarship most definitely, but Christian. . .
He looked away with another sigh and toward the chalk board, where the assignment was written. Problems twelve through seventy-two, every third.
He clicked twice at the end of his pencil and set to work with number twelve. He usually was a math whiz, but after ignoring Mr. Woodard in the Calculus lesson, he had no clue what the answer was.
In fact, he couldn't remember anything. He just stared at his book, a cloud coming over his brain. He couldn't move at all, except to bite his lip in frustration. And then he felt cold, even though it was a sunny day and he was right next to the window. He felt so alone and so cold.
"Hey, you got number twelve done yet, Einstein?" Nini whispered behind him, leaning forward in her seat to see his notebook.
Christian rubbed his arm, wishing he had worn the sweater that he mother almost always insisted he wear before leaving the house. His heart seemed heavy, and he felt this overwhelming feeling that made him want to break down and cry.
The classroom door swung open, and with it Christian's sad and lonely feelings were washed away. He straightened up, and dragged in a large breath and scratched the back of his head with his mechanical pencil.
"Hey, Einstein. don't ignore me, I know you hear me." Nini tapped his shoulder impatiently.
Christian sighed and turned to look at her, but one glance at the door made him hold his breath.
The principal strolled into the room, followed by the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She had long, wavy red hair and milky white skin. Her sad green eyes scanned the room cautiously, landing on Christian. A smile began to form on her pink lips as Christian looked her over from head to toe - something he hardly ever did. She was wearing a black mini skirt with a red top, and a necklace with a few diamonds on it.
Christian felt his cheeks burn as he stared into her eyes and felt a smile of his own coming over his lips. She looked so unfamiliar, yet her face sent a tingle down his spine and the cloud coming over his brain once again.
"Class," the principal spoke, "this is Miss Satine Desmer. She just moved here, and she'll be in your class for the rest of the year."
Satine bit her lip and looked away at the drooling stares that she was getting from the male portion of the class, and the envious ones from the females.
"Well, it's good to have you in my class Miss Desmer," Mr. Woodard said, unaffectionatly. "Since you missed my lesson, you'll have to have one of the students explain it to you. Mr. James!"
Christian snapped his head up. "Yeah?" he asked, straightening up.
"Mr. James, please explain the lesson to our new student. You're the only one who seems to pay attention. Homework is on the board." Grumbling under his breath, Mr. Woodard sat back down at his desk and opened his book of Math figures and equations.
"Um. . ." Christian slowly rose form his desk, staring into Satine's eyes. He picked up his notebook, pencil and book and slowly walked toward her. When he was a few steps from her, he stopped and his mind went blank again. "Uh. . . hello."
"Hello," she whispered.
"Oh, get on with it!" the teacher yelled, waving his hand impatiently at them.
Christian nodded nervously and led them to the back of the room where there were empty seats. He somehow figured out how to do the problems by looking at them, and explained it the best way he could, hoping his words were coherent. The cloud returned to his brain when she smiled and laughed a bit.
"Well, um. . ." he began, but couldn't finish his sentence.
"Why don't we work on the homework together?" Satine suggested, blushing a bit.
Christian nodded, hoping not too eagerly, and before he knew it the end bell had rung and students were rushing out of the classroom.
"I have to go," she said quietly, slinging her bag on her back. "But it's nice to meet you."
Before Christian could get another word out, she had rushed to the door. He jumped up from his seat and grabbed his bag, and headed out after her. In the hallway, he found a large mass of his classmates, and he searched the crowd, finally spotting the flip of red turn a corner, and he sped past people, profusely muttering "I'm sorry. . .excuse me."
He burst out the front doors and looked around, and sighed when he saw a silver convertible drive away, red hair waving in the wind.
Christian raked his fingers through his hair. "Who IS she?" he wondered outloud. ------------------------------------------ Disclaimer: All characters belong to Baz. Sorry, can't spell the last name. And the teacher, Mr. Woodard, he's this teacher at school. . . so obsessed with math and really mean. Just thought I should put him in.
A/N: Ok, sorry. the first chapter is kind of weak, but it will get better!!! I swear! Please R&R!