For some reason I can't explain
Once you go it was never
Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world
BOCD
OUTSIDE
2:41 p.m
"Claire!" Dylan shouted in the direction of the familiar blonde haired girl and tugged on her tan arm. "Hey." She pushed a piece of her hair out of her eyes so she cold see better, since the wind was pretty strong her hair kept getting in her face, wishing she would have pulled it back that morning.
"Hey." Claire said, glancing down at her shoes and avoiding Dylan's eyes as if she were angry with her. She didn't know, did she? That's crazy. Of course she didn't.
"Sorry I didn't call you last night." Dylan quickly apologized, glancing around to make sure Massie wasn't coming anytime soon. "I just wasn't feeling very well after Massie's house."
"It's fine." Claire said cheerily, glancing at a piece of paper in her hand and letting silence pass between them.
"You sure?" Dylan asked, starring at her friend. "I mean you just got really quiet…"
"Oh," Claire said, as if she were snapping back to reality and then returned her attention back to the neatly folded piece of paper that seemed as if it were attached to her small hands. "it's just, I got this really weird note in my locker—"
"Let me see." Dylan said, grabbing the piece of paper from her hand and studying it, her green eyes looking at the paper and then back to Claire. "Who do you think it's from?"
"I don't know." Claire sucked in her breath, obviously cold. "I mean, it could be anyone."
"It kind of looks like Kemp or Josh's handwriting." Dylan observed, starring at the paper and then looking up and laughing. "No, Kemp wouldn't know how to spell half of these words. It has to be Josh."
"Ew," Claire wrinkled her delicate nose and giggled. "Yeah right, I mean…I haven't really had a conversation with him…ever."
"Right." Dylan said, handing the note back to Claire and chuckling. "You just randomly kissed him in seventh grade."
Claire sighed and rolled her ocean colored eyes. "I wish it were from Cam."
"Claire!" Dylan started, glancing around for her driver. "Are you trying to tell me you're not over him?"
Claire shrugged, and waved someone over. Massie.
"Kuh-laire, you were supposed to meet me by my locker after school." Massie complained, slinging her new crème Kathy van Zeeland shoulder bag over her slim shoulders.
"Sorry." Claire mumbled towards Massie before saying. "It's just I got this note in my locker, and I've been thinking about it. I lost my head, sorry."
"It's fine." Massie pouted, unzipping her purse and grabbing her Jelly Belly flavored Glossip Girl. "Hey Dyl." Massie finally said in the direction of Dylan. "How goes it?"
"It's fine." Dylan said, afraid to look Massie in the eyes. "Oh, there's my ride." She said skipping out towards a black hummer, her green Steve Madden heels clacking. "See you guys later."
"Bye." Claire waved
Massie smiled in the direction of the hummer and hollered, "Call me tonight, we can go out to Starbucks. I feel like we haven't chatted in forever, darling." and smacked her lips before she fluffed her hair, which hadn't changed since that morning regardless of the windy weather.
Dylan rolled down her window and replied, "We'll see." before driving off into the distance.
Massie returned her attention to Claire and smiled. "So what's the note say?"
Claire handed the note to Massie. Massie scanned the notes contents which read:
Dear Claire,
I have watched you from affair for years. We shared a moment many years ago, but have barely spoken since. It is our last year in high school, and I wish to be with you. I think I love you.
"Wow." Massie took a deep breath and shivered, handing Claire the note and pulling her coat in closer. "Who do you think it's from?"
"Dylan thinks the hand writing is like Josh and Kemp's, but we both think it's from Josh." Claire replied, slipping the note in her brown Dooney & Bourke satchel and sighing.
"Alicia won't be to happy about that, if it's Josh." Massie replied, waving over Isaac who was just now pulling up in the Range Rover. "Speaking of which, I know Kristen had debate after school but where the hell is Alicia?"
"I think she had to stay after school and talk to Mr. Jackson." Claire replied, glancing at Massie before opening the door to the Range Rover and stepping inside.
"Ooh," Massie started, with a giggle. "If I wasn't so madly in love with Derrick, I would so chase after Mr. Jackson." Then came a sigh. Almost every girl in the senior class, no scratch that, the school had a crush on Mr. Jackson, the twenty-three year old Chemistry teacher. "He's so hawt."
"Ah-greed." Claire nodded her head, laughing. "Now if only he wrote that note to me."
Massie snorted and covered her mouth. "Whoops." Sending Claire into and even bigger laughing attack.
BOCD
MR. JACKSON'S CHEMISTRY ROOM
2:50 p.m
"Alicia, if you want to pass this class you're going to have to try harder." Alicia's Chemistry teacher, Mr. Jackson, said to her after school the first day back from break. "You're a smart girl, you just need to apply your self like you did the first three six weeks."
Alicia sighed and glanced at Mr. Jackson. It was hard for her not to just lean over and kiss him right now, he was the hottest teacher at BOCD and he was only like five years older than her. "I guess I've just been distracted lately." She offered, twirling a piece of her dark hair and leaning back in her chair, showing off some leg in her hot pink bubble dress.
"And what's that?" Mr. Jackson leaned forward in his chair, obviously interested to hear what could possibly distract the gorgeous girl in front of him.
Alicia took a deep breath and said, "Well, I just recently broke up with my boyfriend, I guess I'm just having a hard time with that. And I'm scared about the future." She glanced down at her black heels.
"How long were you dating this boy?" Mr. Jackson pressed, glancing at her before saying. "No, never mind. That is probably none of my business."
"It's fine," Alicia encouraged him and flashed him one of her seductive smiles. "I was dating him for around four years." She allowed a piece of her hair to fall into her eyes.
"Well, you're a very beautiful girl." Mr, Jackson smiled at her, causing Alicia to become really warm and her heart to start pounding her chest.
"Thank you." She replied softly, before glancing at the clock. "But I don't want people to just like me for my looks." She said, it was true in a way but in another she didn't want to be ugly.
"I see." Mr. Jackson replied, not taking his eyes off Alicia until the other chemistry teacher, Mrs. Pruitt materialized in the doorway.
"Hi there," Mrs. Pruitt said, glancing between Alicia and Mr. Jackson. "I need to steal you away, we're having a meeting in the office." She stepped over to his desk, offering a sweet smile. "Hope I'm not interrupting anything."
"Just going over her grades." Mr. Jackson replied, standing up from his desk. "I was just about ready to dismiss her anyways." He smiled at Mrs. Pruitt and picked up some of his things, "I'll see you in class tomorrow, Miss Rivera."
"Yes, Mr. Jackson." Alicia purred before she walked out into the hall smiling to herself. As she cat walked her way down the hall, she heard Mr. Jackson and Mrs. Pruitt walking to the main office for their meeting, and she couldn't help herself but to turn around and look at them. He was looking too.