His Leather Jacket

Grace’s POV   Aaron is…., for me he is…., well, I can’t stand him. He is your number one certified playboy. All the high school girls drop their jaws for his good looks and impossibly charming smile, but also for his garish red car…. Okay, scratch that, I admit that his Ferrari F430 Spider red is in no way a mere garish red car. Anyway, Physically speaking he is:  very tall, perfectly fit, he has tousled silky hair, emerald green eyes… say no more!  His signature look?  You guessed right!  A black leather jacket, with matching ray ban shades. Did I mention that he is my brother’s best friend? Meaning, he almost resides in our house! Yeah you heard me right. my brother on the other hand is his complete opposite, apart from being on the same football team, they don’t seem to have a single thing in common whatsoever, Tyler is not that popular compared to Aaron, he is the genuine calm reserved gentleman, and he had the same girlfriend as far as I could remember, Tyler and Aria know each other since the elementary school, so frankly, him and Aaron? Yeah, I even wonder sometimes how they’d even become friends in the first pace. And now you’re probably wandering why I said I hated him, fine I’ll tell you why! Let’s just say that Aaron is the prototype of a bad boy, The girls wish to be with him, the guys wish to be him, it’s more like everyone has an incurable crush on him,  all my girl friends fell for him somehow, and he broke their hearts one after the other! And I hate him so much because he treats me like a twelve years old baby girl, which I’m obviously not, since I’m sixteen. And for that one time he ridiculed me in front of all my friends, or when he poured ketchup sauce all over my face and laughed for half an hour, or again when he humiliated me in front of the whole school by posting my six years’ bee outfit picture on his–oh so famous– profile saying we should not be afraid of bees. And the countless times when he scare-pranks me just for fun. So I had three rules when it came to dealing with Mr. Bad boy First one:  Don’t look at him Second one: Don’t talk to him Third one:  Pretend you don’t know him  These three rules should apply at all times but there’s this one time I messed up. Don’t worry we’ll get to that later. As for now, let me tell you how it all started.     Five weeks ago…     I was on my way to class, half blinded by the sun and the other half irritated by everyone around. Spare me the prejudice, I didn’t get much sleep last night after …well I don’t really remember much of said last night anyway the mere glimpse of the sun was hurting my eyes and nerves, I made a stop by my locker, grabbed a couple of books, and when I heard the last bell ringing, I closed the locker door and she was there… “Hey grace, you look stunning!” She said. I recognized her cheerful sweet voice right away, it was Aria, Tyler’s girl aka my brother’s girlfriend. Yes we all went to the same school I simply smiled back at her lacking the energy to reply, ‘’I love it by the way,’’  she said smiling back at me pointing to  what I was wearing that day  before she walked away , drawing my attention to my regular red hoodie paired to  my blue denim and white trainers, and my hair was a mess.  I sure as hell didn’t put an ounce of effort into today’s outfit, believe me I’m surprised that I even managed to wear it right; “God why do I feel like I had a hangover?”  I silently whispered to myself and then I suddenly remembered that I spend the night working on one of my stories that I had to finish editing and posting before the deadline of the contest  ,  and so I could  really enjoy  my holidays for once. I arrived at my class at last, even though I liked all subjects, history wasn’t the topic I wanted to attend first time in the morning when I had poor sleep so I sat at the back keeping my head as down as possible trying but failing not to face the light. Ouch, my eyes hurt. Ugh..  I could really use some caffeine right now! Wait why do I sound so irritated and bratty? And where the hell are my manners? The New teacher entered the class and the students all sat, sure some are more enthusiastic than others as for me? Well, I wish I was in bed He called on our names one after one to mark the absences, after that he scribbled his name Williams on the black board along with medieval history as today’s topic. History is still boring when I’ve had a full night’ sleep, so imagine how it felt when I barely had any. …Collapse of centralized authority, invasions and mass migrations of tribes…Yeah No, My head can’t take this. I was looking at the same paragraph for almost half an hour and I couldn’t stop myself from yawning, that’s when I heard Mister Williams’ voice from his desk “Miss Miller! Are we annoying you with today’s topic?” Oh boy! If my shirt was red, I can tell you that my face turned even redder from embarrassment!.     Honestly, history class couldn’t get worse. I really wished the bell to ring so no one would notice that the teacher just scolded me. Like if it rang right now, it would be perfect! Obviously, the bell didn’t ring and all the students had their eyes pointed on me in utter surprise, Visibly Mr. Williams has no idea about who I am but the students have and some clearly are enjoying this moment, for some right now nothing seems sweeter than the best student of this class getting scolded by the new teacher of history. Yup you heard me well, the best student of this class  is me,  In fact I majored  in all subjects and  on any other day I’d be  thoroughly  following class but all I can say In my defense is that today I’m not  really at my best. I looked down avoiding Mr. Williams’ stare, I felt that he was about to say more when someone knocked at the door Saved! I thought to myself, but when the door opened, Aaron walked into the classroom…  and all the girls–as always gushing about him; whispering about how hot he was with his emerald greenish eyes, dirty blond disheveled hair and perfectly muscular tanned body.  I know, physically he is pretty good but all the girls know that he is the bad boy, he toys with the girl’s hearts like billiards  but all of them fall for him  desperately over and over again. I lowered my head more and silently prayed that nothing worse happens As I did I caught a glimpse of one checking herself in a tiny mirror, and another fixing her lipstick… Gosh!   Seriously! Among all these girls isn’t there anyone who has a brain, except for me? Suddenly the whispering ceased and for some unknown reason I lifted my head and as soon as I did I saw Aaron facing the class while standing next to Mr. Williams who looked my way and said   “Miss Miller, the headmaster awaits you in his office.”