Don't Forget to Remember Me

Chapter 3

  Corey. Here. At my new school. Now in my new life. My brain just couldn't process it. WHY??? I thought that when I'd left Georgia, that I'd left all the memories there too, good and bad. Well, apparently not. 

  Naturally, the only seat left in the whole entire classroom had to be directly to my right. I grit my teeth together, not enjoying this. Corey confidently walked up to his new desk, daring to sneak a wink at the blonde bimbo in the room, who kept glancing and giggling at him. With a sigh, I though, 'Yup. Still the same jerk that I moved away from...' He checked out the people around his seat, probably deciding whether or not we were 'cool' enough for him to talk to. He locked eyes with me momentarily, and, was it my imagination, or did he look surprised? Nah, he probably just saw another girl he could go after. He probably didn't even remember me seeing as he hadn't made a move that indicated so. I was proved right when he looked over at me and whispered, "Hey hot stuff, I'm Corey. I'm taking a wild guess here, but, is you're name Perfect?" I just looked at him, said "Pathetic." in a monotone, and turned away, grabbing my textbook. I tried to block out the thoughts swirling in my head and the hurt that I felt, humming a song to help.

Corey's POV

  Dang, there were some fiiiiiiine chicks down here in Florida. I could get used to going to this school. Hey, that one girl was already checking me out! Oh hell yea. I decided to send her a wink as I sauntered to the desk that the teacher had pointed out. What was his name again? Oh, that's right - Mr. Tanner. I casually observed the people around me. Some guys who were obviously jocks were to my front, right, and both diagonals, and an Asian chick who had the preppy look but the skater feel was to my left. If she wiped that scowl off her face, then she could easily pass off as a prep... I couldn't help but vaguely think that she looked familiar. A memory that I'd tried to bury two years ago floated up, and I quickly shoved it back down. No, it wasn't Belle. I'd heard in Georgia that she'd moved up north to like, New York or something. There was a slight pang in my heart when I remembered how she hadn't even told me she was moving away; she was just.... gone one day. I'd found out by asking one of her friends that she'd went away, although he hadn't told me where. I didn't really blame her and her friends for not wanting to talk to me, I hadn't had a conversation with Belle for 2 years... I pushed all those thoughts away. Corey Smith does NOT pine over girls. He plays them. Trying to make myself feel better, I thought to myself, 'Geez, I'm so racist. There's more than one Asian girl out there in this world, they're all different people. Not all of them are like Belle.'  Shit, that made me feel even worse. Plus it confused me a bit too. Ugh, I needed to stop letting one person ruin my day. With a sigh, I took out the textbook and started doing the assignment on the board.