C2!
I settled into my seat in Ms. Junh's class and took out my Macbook, as instructed on the board.
I was opening a new document for my notes, when a piece of paper fell at my head.
I opened it up and it said,
Block, turn off your speakers and add goldenfired to your buddy list.
Have your F11 key handy. (a/n: on macs, F11 hides all the windows until you press it again)
-James
I quickly muted my Mac and added goldenfired to my friends list on Skype™. Then Ms. Juhn walked in and handed out homework, schedule changes, library fines ect. Once she walked away, I turned back to my Mac, satisfied that I didn't have any work to do.
Massiekur: James?
goldenfired: BLOCK! You've figured me out :P
Massiekur: Soo, what exactly is this class?
goldenfired: Er. Its sort of where you catch up on homework and such. Mostly we just relax, and cha- F11!
Massiekur: Kay, shes gone. Where are you from?
goldenfired: Here. In England.
Massiekur: Well, duh. Accent, much? I'm so stupid :)
goldenfired: You should've seen everyones faces when you walked into the hall. My mates were already calling dibs on you ;)
Massiekur: That was so awkward. Everyone was staring.
goldenfired: They're not used to change. We've been in the same class since 5th grade, no newcomers. You're a very welcome change, to me.
Massiekur: Well, If all you've had is Vera...
goldenfired: Oh dear, about that, she always tries to come onto me. Its disgusting.
Massiekur: I can see why ;)
goldenfired: You're a different story.
Then the bell rang. I was so squeeing inside. I ran-er, I walked faster, to catch up with James and his friends. Once I caught up, he introduced me.
"Hey Block," he said, looking towards me with a message in his eyes, I meant it.
Satisfied, I replied with a smirk, "Hey Jamesie!"
His friends laughed and I took a moment to appraise them.
They were all relatively good looking, but it was obvious who the leader was.
The first, James introduced as Kit, was a relatively small guy, with brown hair and friendly brown eyes.
The second, Jake, was the opposite of Kit. He was a huge guy with a bright smile and neat brown hair.
The third was who really came out to me as James' best friend. Ryan was almost James' twin, except he was slightly less built and had deep, surveying, grey eyes instead of striking green.
We all had next class together so we walked to Ms. Harpith's room for English.
We sat next to each other in a row, and the eye of every girl turned to me laughing with the guys.
The eye of every girl was trained, glaring at me.
I leaned over to James' desk and whispered in his ear, "These girls are out to get me." I pulled a mock-frightened look and we both cracked up, making the glares intensified.
I took all the notes diligently, aiming to impress the teacher. I really needed to get perfect grades, or else my reputation will be that I'm a mindless bimbo.
The rest of the day and week passed by quickly, and me, James and the guys were becoming very close, very fast. Mostly because, any girl who wanted to be with James hated me, and I was at risk of being attacked every time I stepped out of eyesight of James. I happened to learn a lot about James. Seeing we were in Eighth Grade, we are one some of the older students, whereas, all the Sixth Graders are the newbies. They tend to get picked on by the older students, and James tended to come to their rescue, being well-respected by all grade levels. It was just so cool to me that he was such a good guy. He may be arrogant at times, and he ruffled his hair a lot, but he still opens doors for me, saves me things, and really is very thoughtful.
On Monday, he met me at my dorm room and we started to walk to breakfast, when a average-looking girl came up to us.
"James! I finally found you, I've only been waiting for about an hour! I found your CD the other day. The one with all the pictures? Come here, I've got it in my bag,"
She dragged James off to the corner of the courtyard and I waited until they were done.
I was standing there, going through my text messages, when suddenly, my phone was being forcefully ripped from my hands, and I was thrown back against the wall of the Cafe.
My precious Sidekick 3 was in the hands of Vera and I was pretty sure my back was bruised and battered and there was an excruciating pain in my ankle. I seemed to have lost my voice, seeing that she was actually about 4 inches taller and wider than me, she had an advantage if I tried to yell or try anything.
Oh shit.
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Vera's bulky form towered over me, perching my phone dangerously on two fingers about 5 feet above the ground. That phone was my LIFE. I didn't know any of the numbers to my house or Mom or Dad's cells by heart. I had precious State of the Union Blogs saved in there.
"Aw, Is the great Massie Block gonna cry over a phone," Vera said in a mock-baby tone.
She faked imbalance and I flinched, my phone teetering on her fingers. She smirked.
"I told you to back off of Jamesie, he was mine before you even got here," she said in a low tone.
"James hates you," I cried.
"I don't think so, the way h-" she was abruptly cut off.
"Hey Mass! You re- What is going on here," James said in a steely voice.
In her shock, Vera lost balance of my phone and it went tumbling toward the ground... then snatched up by James' quick reflexes inches above the floor. When he offered me his hand, I tried to pull myself up, but found I couldn't put any pressure on my ankle. So I just sat back down on the ground.
"What is going on here, Vera," he said again.
"Oh Jamesie, you know me, just playing around with Massie here, you know, jokes?" Her voice trailed off toward the end of her statement and she looked up at the sky.
"Jokes that involve me being pushed on the ground and your ah-palling hands taking my phone? So funny. A knee-slapper," I said sarcastically from the ground.
"I'll be alerting Guthop about this little stunt, be sure," James said.
"Come on, Mass," he said, then carried me to the infirmary.
Why do I fit so perfectly?
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Luckily, it was only a scare, and easy to repair quickly. We walked quickly to our next class.
When we arrived to the class, red-faced and almost late, every eye was once again trained on us. I hurriedly sat and opened my Macbook and opened Skype™.
Massiekur: JAMESSS!
A loud ding interrupted the silence of the classroom.
DAMMIT. WE'RE SO DEAD.
Ms. Jkuht, the Math teacher, stalked over to James desk. I saw his finger twitch right before she peered at his screen.
"And, what, Mr. Lafontaine, was that," she asked in a would-be-casual tone.
"What, Ms. Jkuht, are you speaking of," He threw back at her.
"The loud dinging that erupted from your laptop, thats what. Was it IM," She continued her questioning severely, all the while, James was pulling up a blank document and typing the beginnings of the math problems without ever taking his eyes off of her.
"Oh, OF COURSE not. I was saving the beginnings of my work, and forgot to mute my computer," He said, then swiveled the laptop so she could she that there was indeed a rather difficult equation on his screen.
"Oh," she said, dejectedly turning back to the blackboard.
I did my work, not wanting another incident.
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The next few weeks passed with much incident, except that a few guys asked me out, and I refused.
However, on my fourth week at Kiaran, a loud voice came over the intercom.
"Hello, students! The staff is happy to announce that we will be hosting a Welcome Back Ball in 3 weeks. Anyone who wants to help design and decorate the Cafe, please see your homeroom teacher. Thank you," said the voice.
EHMAGAWD! A DANCE.
I officially LOVE the school.
I turned back to my screen only to find that about 10 IMs were waiting for me.
I was almost positive that James and the guys were the only ones who had my screen name...
Oh. All the messages looked the same.
randomsscreennamehere: HEY MASSIE. WANT TO GO TO THE BALL WITH ME?
I set my auto-reply to no.
I distinctly heard sighs around the room. Such posers.
One last IM popped on the screen.
goldenfired: Hey Mass.
Massiekur: No.
Massiekur: Sorry, it's my auto-reply. HI JAMES!
Massiekur: ZOMG. You wouldn't believe the amount of losers who asked me out right now.
Massiekur: I even got Edvard the Aardvark.
Massiekur: James?
goldenfired: Er.
Massiekur: Er what?
goldenfired: I'm a loser?
Massiekur: I'm confused.
goldenfired: Will you go to the ball with me?
Massiekur: no
goldenfired: Oh, okay then. I'll be, eh, going then..
Massiekur: ZOMG, NO. That was my auto-reply. I, however, was going to say yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.
Error. This user is not available.
Dammit!
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All day, I tried to catch him, but to no avail.
He just HAS to be difficult.
And having to turn down someone every two steps is no picnic either.
At lunch, I went to sit down, only to see my seat occupied by VERA. VERA.
VERA!
So, I strolled around the courtyard texting my mom about school and how things were going oh so well.
I headed back to my room once classes were over, exhausted from following James around all day.
I signed on to Skype™ and immediately found goldenfired on my list.
Massiekur: JAMES.
goldenfired: Haven't you tormented me enough today? I DON'T NEED YOU. I FOUND A NEW DATE.
Massiekur: JAMES, NO! It wasn't a real message! It was auto-reply!
goldenfired: I LOVE VERAAAAAAA.
Massiekur: Did you hear what I just said?
goldenfired: I LOVE VERAAAAAAA.
That damned auto-reply.
ZOMG!A/N:
So, heres the rather short 2nd chapter!
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