Sorry I've been away sooo long! The play was this weekend and now its over. So, I have absolutely no life and all my Senior friends are graduating, so I'm depressed. But what better way to ignore all those feelings inside of me and 'compartmentalize' than to write for this fabulous website (ew! I will never use that word again! I swear!) Anyways, enjoy!
Chapter Four: Temperance
"So, I was like, 'Why?', and she was like, 'Because I told you to!' and I was like, 'Why should I listen to you?' and she was like, 'Because I'm your teacher!' Can you believe that?" Camille Saroyan said, turning to her best friend, Daisy, who was nodding her head, enthusiastically.
"Yeah! Totally! I mean, who does Mrs. Rothsdale think she is? Madonna? Please!" Daisy said, crossing her arms as she followed her friend down the hallway.
On their way, they passed a couple of guys her age whose mouths dropped open as she passed before they turned away from her and started talking animatedly.
Hmm. Who's the new guy? Daisy thought to herself. He's kinda cute.
Daisy smiled to herself at this thought but frowned when she saw the reason why she wouldn't have a chance with any of the guys in the world, let alone in this school.
"Oh, look," Camille stage-whispered, "it's your sister, the Shrew." as they passed Tempe and Angela.
"At least I'm not some prissy little brat who throws a hissy fit every time something doesn't go her way." Tempe retorted, placing her hands on her hips. "And whose boyfriend is currently making out with the school whore." Tempe looked pointedly over Camille's shoulder and laughed as she walked up to her boyfriend and slapped his cheek, before stomping off.
"That was really low, Tempe!" Daisy said, glaring at her older sister.
Tempe just smiled and waved goodbye as Camille's voice broke out over the crowd of people lounging in the hallways. "DAISY! LET'S GO!"
Daisy sent one last glare out to Tempe before rushing after her friend. Tempe just laughed and continued talking to Angela.
After a few moments of mindless chatting about art and music, Tempe realized that somebody was watching her. She paused mid-sentence and turned to look out the window. Underneath a tree sat Seeley Booth, smiling up at her from the book he was reading. She gave a tentative smile back when she saw what book he was reading, Noughts & Crosses, before turning back to Angela.
"What was that?" Angela asked.
"I'm not quite sure but I suppose Seeley Booth might have been watching me." Tempe said, painting on a frown, but inside she seemed quite...flustered? There hadn't been any noticeable interest in her from any of the boys in the school. At least not the kind that would ever be interested in Malorie Blackman books. Usually it was just the perverted boys who dreamed of bedding her.
And now Seeley Booth...If she was honest with herself, she'd always thought that Seeley was an attractive boy, what with his defined muscle tone and chocolate brown eyes and hair, and he was one of the lesser high school population that was actually taller than Tempe herself. But to know that he read? He'd barely ever paid a visit to their English class, and when he did, it was only to flick paper balls at Andrew Hacker's back, which she found quite delightful, though she'd never show it, if she could help it.
"Seeley Booth? That weird, slacker guy? He was watching you? Man, that's creepy!" Angela admonished.
Temper nodded. "Yeah, definitely." she agreed, reluctantly, chancing a glance back to where Seeley was previously sitting, but he was gone.
Soooooooooo...that was...interesting...right? Sigh Please REVIEW!