Chapter 2: School time!
First week of school sort of uneventful, too busy finding classes, getting necessary supplies, and listening to the endless announcements. But, I have to say that if my estimations are correct; my makeover might be making a hit. Even some of my good friends gave me a double take so I guess I look a little different.
I don't know why taking off my glasses makes everything seem so different but it's like I took off a few layers exposed for everyone to see. Maybe, just maybe, I was hiding behind my big frames.
Today as I was rushing to get to class I passed the bad boy section. Every school has one….and as a girl you pace by them pretty fast wondering what the heck their animated conversation is about. And especially, what they are saying about you. Last year walking by them was not a big deal as I blended into the woodwork, but this year, it's like I'm the sandwich and their the mouth ( seriously). Cannot move fast enough as far as I'm concerned!
Unfortunately, my fast movements didn't agree with the one trait that comes from my dad's side-two left feet. Before I knew it, I had tripped over one of the bad boy's feet. I could feel the heat rising up my body as my hands reached for my fallen books. To my dismay, not only did I trip but also collide hitting my head on the guy's heads. Ouch!
When I finally looked up to see my victim, I realized it was Mac Wilson. His golden brown eyes stared into mine with a hint of amusement as he reached up grabbing my books and placing them in my hands. He flashed his signature grin as his friends made some wisecracks that were soft enough for me not to hear. Yet, I was not to be a willing victim. I made sure to flash them my biggest smile, dimples and all and even gave a passing wink. More laughter ensued. Boys!
It had been a long time since I had any interaction with Mac. I think the last time was in elementary when we fought over some playground drama on the monkey bars. We ran in different circles although he is in some of my honor classes which you can tell he feels totally uncomfortable about.
Mac is bad boy material especially his good looks. His brown hair is longer on the sides and curls up slightly at the ends. He is cute and knows it! And to top it off Mac has that adorable cleft in his chin. Not to mention, that swagger walk of his. Way too much confidence in that one! When he smiles that dimple smile, it was like my grandma said a smile to light a thousand ships. I cannot and do not want to imagine what that smile had given him in his lifetime.
Yet, I sort of feel bad for him. Rumor has it that he lives in an unstable home with an alcoholic dad. We all know that the reason he works around town is to put food on the table for his other siblings. Maybe, that's why he puts such a hard act on. Who knows? I am so glad that I have my parents even though they annoy me.
P.S. I think I'm going to invent a new signature possibly a rocking guitar. No gold stars for me!