Managing Boys

Managing Boys (16)

I swore when my pencil broke.

'You okay?" Grim questioned as he walked by my desk, and I began to search through my backpack for another pencil or a pencil sharpener.

"I'm fine," was how I answered him, though I was growing very irritable as I continued to search. "I just need a pencil, that's all."

I was surprised when one landed on my desk. Grim grinned at me. I couldn't help but smile back.

“What are you doing?” Grim asked me now as he watched me continue to vigorously scribble different terms on a piece of paper.

I didn’t even look up at him. “I forgot that we had that project in English due today.”

Grim laughed. “You didn’t finish it? Even I finished that and I’m… well, I’m me.”

I couldn’t help but make a face, still not looking up from my project. “Don’t remind me,” was all I said back to him.

The bell rang then, signaling that class was now starting. I still didn’t look up from my project; I decided to wait until Mrs. Dubose started her usual lesson. Until then, I had the time to work on the stupid project.

I was assuming that she was doing work, because she didn’t start class right away like she usually did. Not that this bothered me, since it only gave me more time to work on my project.

“Good morning, everyone,” she greeted us now, but I didn’t even look up as I continued scribbling. “We’re going to be having a very productive day today.”

Yeah, that sounded like fun. History had never been my strong point, and even though Mrs. Dubose was a great teacher and a very nice woman, she didn’t make me like history any more. It was still my worst subject.

“Well, we seem to have a new student today,” Mrs. Dubose informed the class now, and I finally looked up from my English project to see who she was talking about. My heart immediately stopped. “This is Ian Andrews. You used to go here, right, Ian?”

The arrogant boy smirked at the class. “Yeah, I went here last year.”

Mrs. Dubose smiled. “Well, it’s great to have you back.”

I couldn’t help but disagree completely.

I couldn’t breathe. I felt like I was going to throw up. My whole body just felt like it was shutting down.

His eyes locked with mine, and my mind flashed back to the worst night of my life. I could still remember it as if it had been the day before, and it made chills shoot down my spine.

“You can sit right over there, Ian,” Mrs. Dubose informed him now, thankfully pointing toward a seat that was across the room from me. Ian smirked at me before turning toward his seat, fist bumping and greeting almost everyone he went by. They all remembered him. But how could they not? He had always been popular.

I remembered how it used to be. When he asked me out, I was ecstatic. The most popular guy in our grade actually wanted to date me. Out of every girl in the school, he wanted me. I thought that I was the luckiest girl in the world.

But I wasn’t. I was one of the unluckiest. This supposed amazing, cool guy was really a disgusting, arrogant pig that cared about no one but himself. Sure, I thought he respected me at first. He listened when I said no and stopped when I asked him to. But then he found out that he was moving to Texas, and he wanted to have sex with me. He had gotten tired of waiting and he didn’t care what I had to say about it.

Luckily, he moved soon after that so I didn’t have to see him anymore. He broke up with me the day before he left, and it made me feel even worse about what he had done to me. I felt completely disgusting and used.