Chapter 3: Detentions and Love At First Sight- Literally!
Atlanta stomped down the halls towards Room 202, where she was to serve her detention for Athena. For what, she didn't know, and she didn't really care right then. She just wanted to save Archie from her back-stabbing, girly-girl of a friend… She blinked, surprised at herself. This was the first time she had let jealousy come between her and Theresa's friendship. Guilt tried to consume her, but she shrugged it off. It wasn't her fault; it was Theresa who was making the moves on her crush. Feeling a bit better about things (although not a whole lot better), Atlanta walked into the classroom and sat down to wait for Athena to arrive.
She laid her head down on one of the cold hard desk tops and closed her eyes, daydreaming. She wondered about the day when she'd kick Theresa's butt and show Archie how cool she was. She blushed and opened her eyes to see the bluest pair she had ever seen. Startled, she yelped and leaned back, falling out of her chair.
The young man who was her acquaintance glanced down at her in concern, stooping to help her up. As their hands met, Atlanta felt tingles run up and down her arms and body, giving her a warm, giddy feeling. She felt like she did after she'd just come home from boarding with Archie. Archie. The name was enough to snap her out of her bewilderedness. She hurriedly got up to her feet and thanked the handsome youth. But his eyes held her gaze, and she couldn't bear to look away. She felt as though she could look into his eyes forever. She smiled dreamily and squeezed his hand tightly.
Suddenly she was being yanked back, and she whirled to see Theresa glaring at her spitefully. "Sorry," Theresa snapped at her visitor. "We're in detention. We don't have time to be socializing." She gave Atlanta a pointed look, which Atlanta returned with a stuck out tongue. Since when had Theresa gotten there? And why was she here in the first place?
"What are you doing here?" she hissed.
"For the same detention you're here for," Theresa replied. She stared at her visitor, and her eyes widened as his blue eyes brought her under the same spell that had captivated Atlanta.
"What's your name?" Theresa asked sweetly. Atlanta frowned, annoyed. NOW Theresa was making the moves on the guy Atlanta had seen first! She pushed Theresa aside and fluttered her eyelashes, something she had mastered after practicing all day during classes. Theresa crossed her arms, put out, and she stuck out a foot to trip Atlanta. She fell forward, but inwardly thanked Theresa as the golden-haired youth caught her in his arms, smiling down at her with a pearl white smile. Atlanta's heart melted and she leaned closer to him, inhaling the strong cologne that he wore. She smiled, and laid her head against his shoulder. Theresa gasped, jealousy creeping over her.
"He's mine!" she shrieked. "He's mine…" she glanced at him. "What's your name, anyway?"
A/n: Just a really short funny chapter to give a hint of the antics of Atlanta and Theresa in the upcoming chapters… please tell me what you think! Luv, Becky
