Liam's POV

Have you ever wanted to slap the holy shit out of someone, but didn't because you're somewhat of a good person? Well, I can tell you that that's how I feel...everyday. It's all because of this kid in my class, who thinks it's perfectly okay to talk to me, like we're friends. I hardly even know the guy!? I get unbelievably irritated during this time of the day. Especially since it's the 5th period, and you literally are itching to go home. I'm in math class right now, in case you were wondering, and I'm forced to work with this annoying little shit. He keeps insisting that I come to his party tonight, but I can't. 

Why? 

Because I'm grounded for not cleaning my room, and staying out past curfew. 

So what if I didn't come home at the right time 5 times?

What's the big deal???

Anyway, I tried to convince my Mom, and Dad that it was for a good reason, but they, of course, didn't believe me. I assure you, it was very important. Especially for my mental state of mind.

"Come on man! I know you wanna," The kid says, trying to persuade me. "I've told you more than once. I don't want to go your fucking party," I warn, without actually warning him. I'm really starting to get pissed by this guy. That's saying something. It's not that I have a short temper or anything...

Okay maybe that's a lie, but still!

It's just when you have to deal with the same person every single day...it can get exhausting at times. For me...it's all the time with this guy.

"Oh c'mon. There will be lots to drink, I promise," The kid says, winking. "I don't drink," I say, raising a brow. It's true, I don't drink...ever. But, there was this one time when I was at this party, and I had some of the "fruit punch". In my defense, I didn't have a damn clue it wasn't just Fruit Punch. It was Spiked Punch. Anyway, I had like 10 cups of it, and...I don't remember much after the 7th one. I woke up in my room the next morning, completely hung over.

Literally thinking, fuck my life... 

But, best night ever! From what I can remember, that is. 

"Please? It'll boast my reputation?" The kid pleads, causing me to almost lose it. 

The little bitch...

His face then turns completely pale, almost as if he had seen a ghost or something. Clearly, he didn't mean for that to come out like that. But...I know that's what he wants. Slowly, I turn over to look him in his eyes, smiling. I slowly lean forward, narrowing my eyes at him. "Well...here's the deal, I'll come if you stop being an annoying little shit. I, unfortunately, don't see that happening, ever," I say in a low voice, so that only I and he could hear, "So, you can take your party invitation, and put that shit in the garbage, where it belongs."

Almost on cue, the teacher dismisses class. I then stand up, grinning at him. I then walk out, leaving the kid completely speechless. His face, priceless. I wish I took a picture of it before I left the room. Now I've been told that I'm a scary ass person. I honestly don't try to be, and well don't believe I am a scary person. But, whatever. 

I then walk through the halls, people staring at me, especially the females. Which, I find none of them appealing really. They're all hoes, or just too obnoxious for me. As I stop at my locker, I hear a familiar clanking of flats, heading in my direction.

Jesus give me strength to stop myself from saying something I might regret later. "Hey, Liam," I hear Angel say, tapping my shoulder, lightly.

Angel Price. The queen of hoes...

"Hey," I say, holding back my urge to run to the restroom, and hide. "So, are you going to the party tonight?" She asks, rubbing her hands up, and down my arm.

GREAT!

Here's a gold star for making me uncomfortable faster than I can put on my sock.

"No," I say, as I remove her off of me, "I've got plans tonight." She then glares at me, "Are you cheating on me?" I roll my eyes, as I pull out my gym bag to get to my history textbook. "Angel, we talked about this. We," I say, pointing to her, and me, "are never gonna happen." 

Plus, I don't want to waste my time on someone like her.

She then stomps her foot. "You will like me one day, Liam Esner." She huffs, while sashaying away. And that's supposed to make you attractive? "Yeah...okay," I mumble under my breath, rolling my eyes. I then walk down the hall, when suddenly I hear, "YO!" I turn around to my best friend Landon. "Yo!" I say, slapping my hand against his, "What the hell are you doing here? I thought you were supposed to be in detention." He nods, while smiling evilly.

That's never a good sign. 

That usually means he did something either destructive, violent, or just your average prank.

Most of the time, it's a prank.

"I might've done something to distract the teacher," He admits, grinning. I raise a brow, "What did you do?" He pauses, and stares at me like I'm stupid. "What?" I ask, "Look, don't look at me like that. In my defense, you're never not doing some shit." Rolling his blue eyes, Landon pulls out his phone, showing me pictures of donuts. "You didn't do what I think you did..." I say, narrowing my eyes at him. "I sure fucking did! I asked if I could go to the restroom, and gave him a donut before I left. Little does he know, it's not just a donut," He replies. I grin, giving him another high five, "I thought you were never doing that one again?" He shrugs, "I was looking for someone who I knew loves food. Couch Rigmon is the only fat teacher around. " 

"Nicely done, Landon," I reply, grinning. "Well, anyway, I better head back. Something tells me he isn't going to like that baby powdered, mayo filled, donut." I laugh as he jogs down the hall. 

Yep, that's Landon with his crazy ass.

Slowly I walk down the hall, text book in hand. Can I say that I hate social studies? It's actually boring. If I wanted to learn the history of the world, just show me pictures of dinosaur bones! As I walk down the almost empty hall, suddenly, I feel someone bump a little ways above my chest. I quickly look down, and see some of the most bluest eyes I have ever seen in my life.

They look oddly familiar to me...

She isn't looking directly at me. Probably because she's still startled. Hold on, now I know why her eyes are oddly familiar to me! She's the neighbor who tiptoed across my yard, Penelope Andrews.

Now that was some funny shit...

"Sorry!" She says quickly, finally meeting my eyes with hers. She then quickly steps back while I try not to stare at her eyes. Her eyes are just so...captivating, and I don't even know why.

Why didn't I notice them yesterday?

They're so blue, what the hell.

"It's alright. Besides, it was my fault anyway," I say, while giving a little smile. She nods along, and so do I. 

.....

Not gonna lie...

This is kind of awkward... 

"So...this your first day?" I ask, trying to break the awkward tension. She nods, "Yep. Just got my schedule." 

"Cool. How are you liking your classes so far?"

She pauses for a second shrugging, unsure of what to say. I grin. "I guess. I really don't know any of the teachers so...I kinda feel awkward." I chuckle, "I feel that." Right as she says that, I realize that I was a total ass to her yesterday. I totally blew her off. I haven't even said anything to her about it.

Damn, she must think I hate her. 

"Mind if I see your schedule?" I ask, as she then hands me the paper. I read off each and every class, seeing as she has been to all of them, except Mathematics. Which is her next period.

I'll walk her to class as an apology. 

"Mind if I...walk you to your class?" I ask, handing her paperback. I watch as a surprise look spreads across Penelope's face. And may I just say, it's the cutest thing I've ever seen. Her cheeks redden just a little, as she decides whether or not to say yes. "Uh...yeah sure," She replies. We then begin walking down the hall, and I for some reason keep glancing over at her. Well, down at her. I move my gaze around the hall, noticing people were staring. Of course they were. That gets annoying sometimes. But, that feeling quickly goes away, and is replaced with guilt.

I still feel bad for being rude though. I feel like walking her to class isn't good enough.

As I glance back down at her, I notice her cheeks still a light pink. Is she nervous?

"You look a little nervous," I say, gathering her attention. "Well, I mean this is a new school, and my very first day here. Why wouldn't I be nervous about today?" She replies. "I guess you're right," I say, rubbing my blonde hair back, "Hey, where are you from?" 

I'm curious...

"Florida," She replies confidently. I can tell by the way her head slightly lifts up.

"Ooooo, Disneyland. Did you ever consider becoming an actress of some sort?"

"Nope. Why would I ever do that?" She says, shaking her head just thinking about it.

"You seem like the type. Or maybe it's just because it's Disneyland, 'Where the Magic Begins'." She begins smiling, and then laughing. I find myself smiling at the sound. "I guess that's fair." She giggles. 

"Plus, you remind me of an actress I've seen on TV," I say.

"Really? How come I remind you of her?"

"Well, she's cute," I reply, thinking, "just like you."

She then tenses up, her cheeks turning a bright red. She tries to hide it by looking down toward the ground. She looks as if she's thinking of a response, but...nothing comes out.

"Also," I say, feeling nervous. Okay, so...I never really apologize much. It's, uh...rare. I'm not saying that I'm not 'nice', but I don't apologize for shit unless I really feel the need to. So, uh...YEAH!

The only reason I blew her off like that was because of my friends. They...can be a bit much...

"I want to apologize for being so rude to you yesterday. I didn't mean to get pissed at you like that," I say, while we stop in front of her classroom. "Oh. It's okay. I didn't take that to an offense at all. You didn't have to apologize," She replies. Smiling a little, I swallow hard, "I know that I didn't have to, but...I felt like I needed to." She blushes, trying to hide it again. 

I think...I'm gonna start calling her Blushy-Blushington.

Yeah...sounds right...

"Well, anyway. I'll see you later?" I say as more of a question. I begin walking away, as she nods, and waves. "Thanks by the way," She says, as I turn, and nod in her direction. 

Interesting...she's not what I expected. I think I might want to get to know her...better.