Chapter 2

I pushed open the double doors leading into Easton High and was suddenly flogged by a group of girls.

“Colton, how was your summer?” one asked, shyly.

A golden-haired girl shoved her way to the front of the mob, “Colton! I’ve missed you!”

The pack squealed and huddled around Colton, playfully touching his hair and casually molesting his biceps. Colton's cheeks seemed to redden as he gave me a slight shrug. I rolled my eyes and clawed my way out of the mob, barely escaping with my life.



I watched the spectacle from afar as each of the girls tried desperately to gain his attention. As I waited for the groupies to disperse, I noticed that many of the juniors and seniors were crowded around their phones in groups of 3 or 4. As if on cue, Colton tapped on my shoulder and swiftly shoved his Samsung Galaxy S4 into my face.



I gasped, “Is that-”

“Yep, that's definitely Ty,” said Colton, completing my sentence before I had the chance.



There lay Ty Montgomery, with not one, but two girls straddled on top of him, doing things I probably can't even mention.

“How does he do it?” pondered Colton, flipping through the other risqué photos of Ty and the two girls on his phone.

“Colton, he’s the star quarterback on the team,” I answered matter-of-factedly.

“All they do is prance around in tights, soccer players are the real athletes," defended Colton.

"Yup, that's why your the one getting all the girls, aren't you?" I teased.

"Shut up. Holy shit, check out the rack on this one!” he exclaimed suddenly, shoving his phone into my face once more.

“Colton, stop!” I cried, as I moved the phone away from my line of sight.



“Don’t worry Elena, your rack is definitely better though,” Colton replied, giving me a sheepish grin.

"Ugh, your gross." I shot back, as I awkwardly readjusted my hair.

He stuffed his phone into the back pocket of his jeans and led the way towards our first period class-Introduction to Functions.

Colton and I strolled into class a minute before the bell and took the two empty seats at the front of the classroom. Most of the class was already seated. There were whispers from the crowd and all eyes seemed to shift towards the front of the class. I peered to my left and was surprised to see the owner of the sleek, black Lamborghini. I had thought for sure that he was a senior. He sat stiffly in his chair and glared off into the distance. I glanced to my right to see Colton gazing at a beautiful blonde. Although it seemed as if he was staring at the poster behind her, it was obvious that he was mesmerized by her barely covered C-cups. Since when did Colton have such a fascination for boobs?



The teacher stood at the front of the room, looking nervous. He was a young male, probably 24, fresh out of Teacher’s College. He cleared his throat and managed to obtain half of the class’s attention. He began to introduce himself.

“Hey guys, I’m Mr. Devoureaux. You can call me Mr.D, if it's hard for you to pronounce. I’ll be your teacher for Introduction to Functions this year,” he stated, giving a genuine smile to the class. There were a few giggles in the audience but they soon subsided.

“Alright, so, let me just do attendance and we can get started with our first lesson,” mumbled Mr.Devoureaux as he opened the attendance file on his computer.

He started the roll call but I was only interested in one name. The name of the boy who sat across the narrow aisle from me.



“Noel Tobais?” Mr. Devoureaux called with a look of uncertainty.

Out of the corner of my eye I glimpsed a well toned arm rise lazily into the air.

Finally!

Then came his voice. His voice was nothing like you've ever imagined. It was as soft as the white fleece blanket I slept with at night yet as masculine as the finely tuned motor powering his vehicle.

“Present,” he replied boredly.

As he lowered his arm, he slowly turned his gaze towards me. We locked eyes for what seemed like eternity and I could partially see the movement of his lips. A slight frown started to appear on his face as he looked me up and down, stopping once again to meet my eyes. What he had said finally registered: What are you looking at? I gasped and automatically turned my head away. Out of the corner of my eye I could see that he had focused his attention on the white board.



What the hell? What a jer-

A low chuckle from my right interrupted my thoughts. "It's okay Elena, only football players get the dates," whispered Colton as a slight smirk spread across his face.

I seethed and slouched in my chair for the remainder of the class.

How dare he call me out in front of the whole class on the first day of school!

If that's how its going to be Noel Tobais, that's fine with me.

Let's just say its going to be an interesting school year.