I OWN NOTHING. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO L.J. SMITH
This is a story loosely based on the night world series. The characters are created by me as well as the story line. (note : "( : )" indicate POV changes)
That did not just happen Cohen was shocked.
Getting girls had never been an issue for him. He kept replaying the scene over in his head. Most girls melted in his palm, and it made him mad to think that Willow had just walked away, un-phased.
wait a second . . . SHIT, Cohen already knew her name. this may be a problem.
"don't worry bro, it happens to everyone" Jeremy his best friend said, slapping him on the back. Even as he said this every girl turned and glared at Jeremy,
Who the hell does he think he's talking to? This is Cohen! was the obvious thought painted over the girls' faces.
Cohen just shook his head, "not to me, man. This chick is gonna give me a fight." the corner of his mouth jerked up, "but you know . . . Ill probably win." he winked Jeremy and hurried into his second class.
Damn, this girl . . . But the thought was immediately interrupted. Willow was seated in the middle of the room, tastefully draped over her chair. The view made Cohen heart skip a beat .
Round two, he thought as he pointedly ignored her and took the seat diagonally behind her. And waited to make his move.
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Today is so not the day for this shit, Willow groaned mentally.
How the fuck could the same guy she parked across from, the same guy who had been in her first period and the same guy she had JUST told off be walking into the room.
Kill me, she thought, just put me out of my misery. And of course the BAMF has to sit so close to her that they both know he'd be watching her. She could practically feel him breathing down her neck.
After what seemed like an eternity the class door closed and the teacher started. He was obviously a no-nonsense kind of teacher who wouldn't hesitate to control his class by whatever means necessary. Being the determined man he seemed to be, he singled Willow out. "we have a new student joining us today, Ms. Willow Mercer. Willow will you please stand and tell us a bit about your self?"
Fan-freakin-tastic she sighed, of course this would happen.
Leisurely taking her time, she stood, any one who hadn't noticed her before did now. She stood tall and looked directly into their eyes. " well, my name is Willow, but that seems to have been covered already."
Obviously the teacher, Mr. Covington, felt the needs to supply more information topics. "favorite color?"
"I don't have one." she thought rebelliously.
"favorite food?"
"I've never been able to choose." speak slowly, cool, confident! just a reminder.
"favorite book?"
"East of Eden by John Steinbeck." ten bucks says none of these kids even knows who that is.
"oh, good choice. Excellent author. How about things you like to do in your spare time?"
Free time? What the hell? I don't do anything cool enough to keep up my image. Damnit! Breathe. Be cool, confident!
" Currently I have no free time to do anything, but when I have some you could probably find me in the kitchen, or on the court." very suave. she thought the best thing to do was to keep it as close to the truth as she could. Which she had.
"which court would that be, Ms. Mercer?"
"that would be volleyball." countered willow. The teacher, Mr. Covington, looked intrigued. "didn't have me pegged as the athletic type?" she asked with a small knowing smile.
Recovering quickly he asked, " so, if you don't mind me asking, are you any good?"
She sighed, that was the question everyone asked and the hardest one to answer. " well id say I'm a fair player."
"care to elaborate further?"
Willow sighed, Mr. Covington was pushing it. " I played on the national team for three years, went to Paris in the international league, and played in the junior Olympics. Not to mention that I hold a majority of the state records in Virginia, Iowa, and Nevada." she felt like she was droning and even to herself she sounded uninterested.
"that's quite a bit better than fair" Mr. Covington said obviously very impressed, "you must be planning on trying out for our school team then?"
that's what everyone assumes, now she was becoming annoyed. "actually no, I don't think that's in my plans." the class looked suspiciously at her.
"why not, if you're such a protégé?" now Mr. Covington was becoming doubtful too.
What with the third degree, Sherlock? Why would I lie?
" I'm sure that's not any of your business," the class took a synchronized gasp, waiting for Mr. Covington to snap, "but, if you think I'm lying . . . Google me." it was an open challenge that several girls from the female fan group she had seen earlier and even the teacher looked like they were going to take her up on.
She sat down in her seat suddenly, very brassed off.
Clearly not meaning to offend her the teacher apologized, "forgive me, Willow, I hadn't realized I had crossed a line."
"sure you did, you over zealous son of a . . . " she muttered under her breath.
"pardon me? I didn't catch that." persistent little fucker.
"nothing. I said it was fine. No harm done." looking pacified the teacher began the lesson. No one said a word.
Willow was fuming. And everyone else was shocked.
This one is somewhat shorter than the others, but there is more to come. REVIEW, PLEASE! : )