The Boy Next Door

The Locker Confrontation

"Malia, get up! Your gonna be late for school!" My mom yelled from downstairs. My head shot up from my teal pillow and looked at my clock.

7:45

Shit! I jumped out of bed and ran over to my closet, frantically putting on a pair of black leggings and a plain purple tank-top.

I throw on some gold bracelets and some mascara that made my sea blue eyes pop. I put on a pair of leather black boots and grabbed my school bag from my desk.

I run down the stairs and through the living room to the kitchen. My mom is pouring milk into a bowl of cereal as she looks up at me. Suddenly a foul smell fills my nose and I quickly cover the bottom half of my face with my hand.

"What is that smell?!" I ask her.

"Oh I tried making pancakes this morning, but they didn't turn out as planned," she replied.

"Why would you do that? You know you can't cook!" I tell her. She just shrugged. "Whatever. I'm going to be late for school. Bye!" I say as I head out the door.

I run down the sidewalk towards the school. I don't have a car because I never had time to get a license. I usually get a ride from my best friend Zamora, but if I wake up late then I text her to leave without me.

I don't live that far from the school, just about a couple blocks, but it's always better to get a ride. I finally start to see the red brick walls of Beacon Hills high school.

I jog in the doors and through the halls to primetime. I run into the classroom and sit in my usual seat in the back of the class just before the bell rang. Suddenly I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn to my head to look at who dared touch me.

"Hey," Zamora smiles.

"Hi," I reply to my best friend. "Sorry I woke up late this morning. I was up late last night trying to finish the social studies project that's due today," I explain.

"Don't worry about it," she assures me.

"Hello and good morning students. Let's try to have a good Friday, okay?" Mrs. Potter tells the class as she walks in the room. Most people in the class just nod their head.

"Please take out a book to read or homework to work on. I do NOT want to hear a whisper out of any of you," she adds.

A few minutes pass of silence and I take out my Wings Of Fire book and start to relax. This only lasts for a couple seconds.

"I'm here!" A chilling male voice almost yells. Everyone looks up to see the one and only Jared Smith. The school player waltzes in and sits down in his seat.

"Mr. Smith! What do you think your doing?" A very angry Mrs. Potter says.

"Coming into class," he answers with that voice most girls would bow down to, but annoys the hell out of me. I just roll my eyes and try to continue reading.

"Well you can go march yourself down to the office and get a tardy slip," Mrs. Potter replies. I hold in a snicker. I got to watch this.

Jared gets up and slowly walks up to the teacher desk. Mrs. Potter straightens herself and waits to hear the boys excuse. Instead, he hands her a blue tardy slip.

She takes it from his hand and glares at him as he goes to take his seat again.

"Back to reading and homework, class!" She sits back in her seat.

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"But he's sooooo hot!" Lydia exclaims.

"I know right!?" Zamora replies. I set my food tray on the round table where all my friends are sitting.

"Who are we taking about?" I ask.

"Jared Smith of course!" Lydia answers. I roll my eyes.

"What?" Allison inquires.

"Nothing," I brush it off. She gives me a questioning look, not giving up. "I just don't get how you could even look at him. He's a jerk and a player. He'll tell you he cares for you and that he loves you, but he'd dump you in a second for another hot blonde who walks by him," I tell all 3 of them.

"So? Everyone knows that. I still think he's delicious," Lydia says. I roll my eyes once again.

I look in his direction with disgust. Jared gets up from his seat to dump his tray and winks at few blondes who giggle. Then he turns his head my way and I turn my head away fast, but not fast enough.

For a split second we make eye contact and he smirks. I finish my food and get up to dump my tray. I tell the girls I'm going to my locker to get my math book.

48-24-38

I enter the number into the lock and open my locker. I grab my math book and put it the school bag I always carry around. Suddenly the hairs on the back of my neck rise and chills crawl up my back. What the hell?

"What cha doing?" A deep voice echoes in my ears. I turn my head to see Jared leaning against the locker beside mine.

"Nothing that your pretty little head needs to worry about," I reply coldly. I slip a look at his perfect jaw line.

"Ouch. That hurt, Archer," he smirks, making my knees to go weak.

I look into his crisp icy blue eyes and my heart beats faster. What's wrong with me?! I need to get out of here.

"Good,"I say,"and my name is Malia." I shut my locker and start to walk away. Suddenly a strong hand grabs my arm and I turn around to face Jared.

"Wait," Jared says," your not gonna flirt with me or try to get my attention?" He ask confused.

"Ewww. I will do nothing of the sort. that's gross. And let me go," I say totally disgusted and repulsed he still had his hand on me. He quickly let go and I walked away and left him standing alone in the hallway.

What the hell was that?