Barrett's P.O.V.
Giddy chatter fills the room, along with the sound of pencils etching notes onto paper. Nobody’s writing anything interesting, at least, not if they’re scribbling down what they just heard. As long as you know Andrew Jackson was a president during the industrial revolution, everything else should be common sense! Of course there was a population increase in urban areas, where else would the factory workers live? My fingers tighten around a pen, stopping it from drumming against my desk. Could the day get any more un-eventful?
“Hey, how did things go with that girl?”
A loud, attention seeking voice reaches my ears. I turn around, placing my arm on Aaron’s desk, an old friend from elementary.
“From last week? How do you think it went?” My lips tug to the right with satisfaction.
His blue eyes widen, and he gapes. He leans in toward me, as though he’s a child being told a bed time story. Though, I don’t know any parents who read about one night stands. That would make for an odd dynamic.
“Hahaha, how was it?” He lowers his voice, making sure no one hears out conversation, especially girls.
“Why would I tell you that?”
Really, why the hell do people like hearing about their friends’ sex lives? Does it give them a sense of self-fulfillment? Maybe he’s trying to make up for what he lacks. Last week was a disaster though, he didn’t miss much. I was drunk off my ass and did something stupid... with one of my father’s associate’s daughters. It’s the idiot’s fault for bringing home a ring. Dad could have talked to me instead of hiding the fact that he’s getting married to a woman I’ve never heard of or met. What is he thinking? What else would I expect; he doesn’t talk to me. His own son isn’t part of his personal life.
“-rrett? Earth to Barrett! You okay? I’ve never seen you space out like that.”
Now I’m thinking to myself the way those angsty teens from young adult books do, “When does this class end?”
“Ah, I’m a little worried if you can’t read clocks,” Aaron chuckles before looking up.
I follow his gaze before mumbling, “Went by faster than I thought.”
The minute hand has to move a few more inches for the bell to ring.
“Well, at least you can you can read clocks again.”
A grin spreads across my face as I peer at him, “Shut up, it wasn’t hard for you to look up.”
My body falls against the chair with a thud. It’s almost time for lunch. My gaze slides to the right, someone is watching me. It’s a girl, pink flashes across her cheeks before she turns away. I smile, hoping to give off a welcoming aura. We have a few classes together. I was looking for her last week but ran into Genevieve instead, the daughter of my dad’s financial adviser. Their hair is the same shade of brown, but they have different cuts. They looked the same when I reached out, I couldn’t tell the difference after a few drinks.
However, her eyes are brown, if I had seen Genevieve’s eyes first, nothing would have happened, but I saw her hair. She doesn’t have brown eyes. Blue orbs flashed before me as I leaned in for a kiss, it took a few seconds for that to register, and by the time I noticed, she had already reciprocated. At that moment, I realized we both had too many beers, but didn’t care. I was mad. No, I’m still mad, and now another mess had been added to my plate. I saw her this morning, and she smiled. How stupid, she couldn’t have been that happy, right?
Did she even realize what we were doing last week, during the act; she knows now. She isn’t the type of girl who would be happy losing her virginity while drunk, but not many would. Does she even know who I am? Most of all… I wonder if she remembers what I said afterwards.
A blaring noise blares from the intercom system. It’s time for lunch; everyone will find it odd if I’m sulking.
I jump up before glancing across the room, “Aaron, Ricardo, I’m going to my locker! I’ll meet up with you guys in a bit.”
My “friends” look up for a moment before shrugging.
“Eh? Why do you need to go to your locker? Whatever, we’ll see you later!” Ricardo shouts from across the room.
He tilts his dark head of hair to the side before shrugging. Several students look up, curious. I shrug, the way Ricardo does, before chuckling.
“I need to see a teacher during my free period.”
Nobody seems phased by this, it seems normal. My hands wrap around an old laptop case, which I use to carry papers, before I sling it around my shoulder. The halls are busy and loud. I tense for a moment, as something vibrates against my leg. Someone must have texted me. It’s Ricardo, he’ll be fine without me texting him back. I wonder if anyone else has contacted me. I scroll through my texts and freeze, ‘Genevieve.’ Three texts are from her. Well, this is a fun situation to be caught in. She must have noticed my last name by now.
Well, this needs to be taken care o- Uh, someone ran into me! Crap, were they not looking in front of them? Okay, let’s see who it is. Maybe it’s a scared freshman. My eyes wander down before widening. This has to be a joke. Giant blue eyes meet my gaze, Genevieve…
I hope this piece turned out all right! I usually don't post the same day I write. Also, I can't send PMs right now, or post to the OOC, it's weird. Anyway, I hope I can write a convincing guy XD