School. The thing we all dread most as kids when summer comes to an end. The summer breeze fades slowly, the autumn leaves begin to fall, and we make our way to the store to buy supplies with our parents, groaning in frustration.
I huffed as I stepped off the bus, making my way to my first class. I fucking hate high school. The glares began instantaneously, people from previous years staring me down and remembering all of my faults. I'm a junior now, 17, and all that stuff from the past shouldn't bother me anymore, but it does. I enter my first class and take out my utensils, fumbling with my pencil.
The beginning of school was boring. As always, they did introductions and then went over class rules. For most of it, I doodled on sticky notes and scribbled on my syllabus. But 3rd period was a different story.
The lovely smell of vanilla filled my nostrils as I entered the room. I looked around the room, noticing a gorgeous figure standing beside the teacher and welcoming students into the class. We sat down and began a warm up question that asked our name, favorite color, and favorite song. I finished quickly and then glued my eyes to the gorgeous girl walking around helping the other students.
"This here…" the teacher points to the girl, "is my aid. She is a student at our neighboring high school, WMHS. She will be here to help you with any questions you have when I'm busy with other students. She was top of her class in biology." The girl waves and smiles, noticing me staring and makes eye contact with me. I turn my gaze back to my warm up paper quickly.
"May I help you?" a soft, soothing voice says from behind me. I turn slowly to see the beautiful woman. "I saw you looking my way earlier and thought maybe you needed some help?"
"Oh- I uh…I was wondering what your favorite color is." I smiled.
"Red, thanks for asking." She smiled back.
"I like your uniform. Are you a cheerleader?" I asked.
"Yes I am! The head cheerleader to be exact."
"I think the outfit looks good on you." I say.
She blushes a soft pink, barely enough for me to see. "Why, thank you. Wave me over if you need anything else."
(1 week later)
I learned soon that the girl's name was Quinn. Quinn Fabray. She was dating the quarterback at WMHS named Finn Hudson, but they had gotten into lots of arguing, so she took on a job as an aid to distract herself. As far as anyone knew, she was straight.
We had spent lots of time talking though, even sometimes when we weren't supposed to during class, and I had gotten her phone number. We hung out once so far, I had taken her out for some ice cream where she told me a little about herself. Today though is a weekend, and I'm going over to her house to work on some schoolwork.
I walked up to the door cautiously and knocked, hearing her nearby footsteps as she opened the door and smiled brightly at me. "Come on in!"
"You look pretty today, Quinn." I tried.
"So I didn't look pretty yesterday?" she frowned.
"N-No! You looked amazing! I-"
"Shhhh, I'm just teasing you." She giggled. "Thank you."
"You're welcome." I blushed, embarrassed.