Falling For You

Chapter 2

Last night was miserable.  I couldn't sleep until 1 am and during dinner my parents kept asking me about this annoying guy at school.  All I know is that he is a big jerk.... and he is my locker buddy.  This morning wasn't much better.  Robin decided Cookie licking my mouth was the best alarm clock and he wasn't wrong.  I grabbed mismatched socks and I grabbed the wrong pair of pants.  I was nearly late to class because of the jerk who is my locker mate.  He decided to trip me in the hallway, which sent my calculus binder flying and all the paper flew out.  I managed to make it to my seat in the front before the bell rang and I got in trouble.

"Now remember, the x axis is the horizontal line and the y axis is the vertical one," Mr. Harry says as he writes on the whiteboard.

I am writing down the notes when something tugs my hair.  I grab it because it hurt and I turn around to see the guy smirking.  Sending him a glare, I go back to my notes.  As I am finishing a sentence he grabs my ponytail and yanks, causing me to yelp.  The teacher turns around as a few giggles erupt.  He sees the guy with my hair in his hands as I hold back tears.

"Mister Henricks? Let go of Miss L/N's hair. Now."

Henricks smirks as he looks at my face twisted in agony.  He nods and gives one final pull before he lets go.  I rub the back of my head and go back to writing.  I feel something kick my leg.  I know exactly who it is.  Ignoring the jerk, I go back to writing an equation.  A force starts shaking my desk, once again I ignore it.  I look at the clock.  Only five more minutes with this insufferable being.  Sighing I start on a little homework.  My chair gets pushed a few inches, and once again I yelp in surprise.  Henricks starts laughing his ass off and the teacher turns to us again.  I am gripping my desk with white knuckles and Henricks is laughing still.

"Mister Henricks, surely detention will help you see not to mess with Miss L/N, I am sure she does not like it."

I give him a thankful look as Henricks shuts up.

"Yes sir. Detention, got it."

The bell rings and we gather our stuff and head to the next class.  I sit in the back as the teacher calls roll.

"Y/N L/N?"

"Here," I answer half heartedly.

"Jackson Henricks?"

"Yo."

I roll my eyes at his response.

"Just 'here' will be fine Jackson," the teacher hisses.

So I am not the only one who hates the kid.  Nice to know if he gives me crap later. 

Lunch time rolls along and I go to my locker to grab my lunch box, but it isn't there.

"What the hell!? I put it in here!"

"Talking to yourself? Wow, how weird can you get?" I hear Jackson say next to me as he leans on his locker.

"Hmm, well I thought I could find it through your ego, but I guess it's too big."

I hear him sniff in frustration and I smirk in victory.

"Listen hear, Baby Sis--"

I go to smack his arm, but he catches my wrist and pushes me into a locker, the air escapes me again as I wince.

"What was that? Hmm? Trying to harm me? That's not very nice."

"So is pulling my hair and scaring me during class."

He smiles and waves a finger in my face.  I go to bite it, but he puts his face in his, I recoil before I kiss him.  His eyebrow raises.

"All the girls would be jealous if they got this much attention."

"Maybe they should rethink their lives and then they would see how much of an ass you are."

He shoves me farther into the locker, making my back hurt.

"Would you date me?"

"Like hell I would."

Another push, I grunt in pain.

"Are you sure?"

"Over my dead body you creep!" I spat in his face.

He looks at me amused and releases my shoulders.  I glare at him before heading to the cafeteria to grab some food.  As I open the door to outside, something hits the back of my head.  Something hard.  I grunt in pain and frustration as I look down.

It's my lunch box.

I sit under the tree, watching everyone again as I munch on an apple.  I packed more today, but my parents need to go shopping for more food.  That or I bring money for food, but packing it is easier.  A hand grabs my shoulder and I jump... again.

"Wow. You are just so easy to scare. No wonder I like you," Jackson flashes his white smile as he plops next to me.

The way the sun hits his hair and eyes makes him an eye candy.  If he wasn't such an ass to me I would be almost attracted to him, but alas, he is so... no.

"Go away," I mumble as I finish my apple, an urge hits me to throw the core in his face.

"Aww that isn't very nice, Bab--"

I smack my hand over his mouth and shoot him a glare.  Something warm flutters under my hand and I realized he kissed it.  I drop my hand ad turn away.  Jerk.  He chuckles and I see him reach for my lunch box.  I go to move it out of the way, but he is too fast, I land on my chest.

"Oof.." I grumble.

He laughs as he goes through my lunch box.  Sighing, he sets it down.

"Wow. Not a lot of food in there."

I roll my eyes, "Not a lot of sense in your head either."

He laughs and playfully pushes my shoulder.  I move over and start on homework.

"Oh come on! You can't resist me, no one can!"

"Then I will be the first," I state as I write down some facts on the immune system.

"Ouch, my pride."

In the corner of my eyes I see him slip something in my backpack.  Whatever, it isn't important.

"Well, you are boring," he sighs as he rolls down, head near my lap.

"You are just like a dog, always begging for attention..."

"Like yours?"

"How did y--?"

"Pictures in your locker."

I glare at him again and go back to writing down some facts.  Something warm rubs my wrist and I see his hand rubbing my arm as he stares at it mesmerized.

"It's an arm... people have those," I state like I am talking to a two year old.

I yank my arm away and sticks out his bottom lip.

"What!?" I snap, but the bell rings before he can answer.

I walk to my last two classes ad the bell rings at 2:45 as it should.  Clearing out my backpack and locker I head to Robin's car before Jackson decides to slam me into a locker again.

"Hey, BunBun."

I send a glare at Robin and he laughs.

"What? You used to love that name. What changed?"

"I am EIGHTTEEN! I am not a kid anymore."

"You are still my Baby S--"

"DONT!" I raise my hand and he shuts up.

"Sorry. What's up? You seem pissy. Period?"

"EW NO GROSS!!!!!" I stick my tongue out at Robin as he laughs again.

He turns a corner and gets quiet.  I go through my backpack to find my phone when a piece of paper falls out.  I go to pick it up, frowning.  It has a name and numbers scribbled on it.

Jackson Henricks (209)-881-3967