"thank god" you mumbled to yourself, standing up from your chair in Mrs. Staffers world history class. The last class, of your senior year. While everyone else ran off to meet their cliques, you went to your locker, dumping everything from the past 4 years into the trash can. High school was suppose to be the best years of your life, for you, it has been a living hell. Lets just say, you and your three friends, weren't the most charming people to be around. You had no interest in dating any of smug guys at this glorified school. You went to the office and picked up your diploma, graduation held no vital interest for you. People bawling their eyes out then going partying afterwards and getting smashed didnt really trip your trigger. In your opinion, why celebrate the past four torment filled years? After you walked out those front doors, you weren't at any circumstances returning.
You walked out the front doors and let out a heavy sigh. It was all over. You walked down the old stone steps which you had walked up unresponsively every morning for the past 4 years, and down the drive way to the school. With your bad luck, it began to rain. You kept your pace, it was only a 30 minute walk. With your Nirvana messenger bag slung over your shoulder, your blonde and black hair let down flowing freely, a black skirt with criss-crossed chains in the back, and a Green Day with beater on, you were on a mission for no guys to ever find you striking in the least bit. But, there had to be one guy who was just going to think you were and piss you off, and his name, was Pierre. Whom you thought had dropped off the face of the earth after dropping out at age 16. Little did you know, he had come back for a visit.
You heard the sound of a car behind you. Thinking it was going to be some inconsiderate asshole from school, you turned up your music and put in your headphones.
"Hey, you want a ride?" The person in the car had slowed down to your walking pace, and rolled down the window. Frustrated, you took out the headphones, and without looking at them, you irritably answered..
"I'm good, thanks."
"C'mon, your going to get drenched."
"No thanks, I need the exercise."
" Ha, thats amusing, no you don't, you just dont want to get in this car with me."
"Listen you ignorant dick, I dont need a ride. Why are you even offering? Did I tickle your fancy that much that you have to follow me and argue with me about this?"
"Well, I dont usually let pretty little things like yourself walk home in the rain when I'm perfectly capable of giving you a ride."
"Well thats just grand of you, but I'm truly not interested."
"Well I am."
"What can I do to make you stop stalking me?"
"Get in the car." He smiled. You had finally turned to look at him. You didnt recognize him at all.
"Fine."
You walked around the other side of the car and got in. It was a silent ride to your house. When you arrived he pulled into the drive way and put the car in park. Pretty much unexcitedly and unappreciative as possible you mumbled a thanks, Opened the door, then you were stopped in your tracks by him grabbing your arm.
"what?" you asked.
" Was I that bad of a driver?"
"no."
"Then would it be the worlds biggest crime for me to ask for your number?"
"Not a fucking chance." You said and got out of the car.
He got out of the car to stopping you from a brisk walk into your home.
"listen buddy, I appreciate you giving me the ride" he stopped you.
"Why won't you give me your number, its not like I can't just come to your house" He raised an eyebrow.
That had never crossed your mind. You thought about it for a second, then just gave in, he was nice enough, and it wasnt like he was actually going to call. He was just trying to lead you on into thinking that some guy actually was attracted to you. Which in your mind, was not humanly possible.
"Fine." You took out a pen from your bag, grabbed his hand and wrote down your cell phone number and your name, Morgan.
" I already knew your name." He said.
"How?"
"I have my ways." He smiled.
"What's your name? I Mean, I did just give you my number, which you could eternally taunt me over."
"Pierre." He said, getting back into his car and driving away. You walked into your house, which no one was presently in. You parents were never home, with their jobs, you were lucky to see them once a month. And your sister Abby lived with her boyfriend in New York. You saw her every once in awhile. But besides that, you lived on your own. You threw your bag down on the couch, then it came to you. Pierre. you ran up to your bedroom to find your year books.
