I’ve been working on this story for a while now. Hopefully sometime soon, it will be finished…
After school, I grabbed my stuff out of my locker and left the building before my trig teacher, Mr. Tellier, caught me. Since I hadn’t done the homework, he’d given me detention, but I didn’t want to sit there for another hour while he lectured me and made me do the assignment. I might end up with an extra detention for skipping this one, but it didn’t matter. I was hoping to catch up with Tyson. Maybe even find out where he lived.
I didn’t see him outside, though. There were a lot of people walking away from the building or standing around talking or waiting for rides, so it was easy to miss one person, but even though I stood there for a while, checking every face I could see, I didn’t spot him.
That sucked. I’d hoped he would wait for me, but that was a pretty stupid hope on my part. We’d met that morning. He didn’t really know me, and I hadn’t given him much of a reason to want to hang out more. Especially when I’d completely spaced on buying him the breakfast I’d promised.
It was no wonder I’d never had a boyfriend. I was completely incompetent when it came to liking guys.
“Hey,” someone said from behind me.
Thank god, Tyson’s voice cut off the “you’re a piece of crap” loop that had started playing in my brain. I pasted on a smile and turned around.
In the sunlight, his hair practically glowed. He was smiling, showing those dimples even more than he had that morning. I fought the urge to hug him, or worse, kiss him.
I had to get over the stupid insecurity, because I really wanted to get something going with him, and he definitely wouldn’t be interested in a bundle of angst.
“Are you going home now?” he asked.
“Yeah.” I glanced up at the door. Mr. Tellier was standing there surveying the crowd. “Shit. Come on. I need to avoid someone.”
“Huh?” Tyson glanced over his shoulder. “Oh. Sure.”
We hurried around the corner and stopped. “I was supposed to have detention,” I said. “I bailed on it. I don’t think my teacher’s too happy about that.”
“You bailed on detention?” He tilted his head. “Seriously? You seem like a total good guy. Like you never do anything wrong.”
That was a pretty close assessment, but for some reason it ticked me off. “Yeah, well, I’m definitely not perfect. And I don’t see the point in detention for not doing an assignment that isn’t even going to count on our grade.”
“I hate when teachers do that.” He studied me. “Are you mad? I didn’t mean anything bad by what I said. I was just surprised.”
“I’m not mad.” I took a deep breath. “I don’t know. I think I need a do-over.”
He laughed. “For what? Detention?”
“Making a good impression on you.” I clapped my hand over my mouth. Crap. I didn’t mean to say that!