As I thought, all the girls look the same, and so do all the guys. Is it a rule that when you have money, you’re supposed to look like everyone else? But wait…there’s one girl at the back of the room who looks completely different from all the other girls. She has the same tanned skin, but the kind that comes from the sun, not from a bottle, and long black hair. She looks up, piercing me with her green eyes. Wow.

               Mr. Green sighs and pushes his small glasses back up on the bridge of his nose. “Welcome to Adams Prep, Mr. Daniels. As you can see, we’re a bit tight on seating, but I believe there’s one seat left next to Miss Blake in the back.”

               I nod and start walking past all of the lustful eyes of the other girls to the empty seat next to Miss Blake. She sinks down in her seat as I sit down.

               “Hey, my name’s Trace. And you are?”

               “Vivian,” she says between gritted teeth. Mr. Green glares back in our direction and I shut up. He readjusts his glasses again and walks to the front of the room, asking for last night’s homework. Vivian already has hers out on her desk, unlike everyone else, who either pulls theirs out or laughs and says they forgot to do it because of the big party the night before.

               I’m definitely intrigued by Vivian.

               She glares at me again as she hands Mr. Green her homework, and then looks away, her long hair covering her face.

As he walks back to the front of the room, I lean down and try to catch her eye. "I'm sorry for whatever I did to offend you. If you tell me what I did wrong, I'll fix it."

Vivian slowly looks up angrily. "My problem with you is you're distracting, and I don't need distractions," she hisses.

"Okay, well I'm sorry for being a distraction. I'll try and be less distracting."

"No, you won't!" she says with force as she slams her binder against her desk.

Every eye in the class turns to us.

"Is there something you'd like to share, Mr. Daniels?" asks Mr. Green.

"Mr. Green, may I please step out for a moment?" asks Vivian.

He nods. "Five minutes."

She gets up and walks out the door, leaving behind the faint scent of cinnamon and chocolate.

"Now class, if you would turn to page thirty-nine. Today we'll be going over…"

I tune him out and stare at the door Vivian just walked through. I need to get to know this girl better.

The End

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