No Love Here

I sighed. Another day in this fuckhole of a school. I was sitting in her homeroom, waiting for class to start(I hate math.) The sooner it was over, the better. I sat up from my leaning-on-the-desk position as someone I didn't recognize walked through the door.

"Class," Mr. Milana, the teacher, announced, "This is our newest student. Chris Redfield."

I directed my gaze on him. He was muscular and tall. He had dark blonde almost brown hair. His eyes were a sparkling blue. "Hey."

He looked directly at me when he said it. I blew him off. Just another jock to hit on me. Fuck that. Yeah, I had a DD size chest and a pretty face. But I didn't have a heart. So he had no chance.

"I believe the seat besides Jill is open," Mr. Milana said as he pointed in my direction.

Dang. Another sigh from me as he walked over and sat besides me. "Hey, I'm Chris." He put out a hand for me to shake.

I blew him off(again) and huffed "I'm Jill." He smiled and with drew his hand.

"Not to be too foreward, but any chance you'd go on a date with me?" he asked.

"That's being extremely foreward. And no." He frowned. Not used to being turned down, are we big guy? I whispered in my head

"Worth a try, I guess. Any chance you'll reconsider?" The bell rang. I stood up and walked out without answering. Off to ELA, my favorite subject.

"Hey, Jill!" Mrs. Yacashin smiled as I entered her classroom.

"Hi," I replied with a smile. "Are we gonna work on our naratives?"

The teacher nodded and I took my seat. I was pulling out my papers and of course, who walked in the room? Chris. Fuck all.

"Hey, Jilly."

I gritted my teeth. "Don't call me that."

He took the seat next to me. I nearly elbowed him in sheer frustration. "Someone sits there."

"I didn't see anyone." He grinned cockily.

"I'll let her kick your ass, then. Ada doesn't take shit." I didn't speak to him anymore than that. But he, being the asshole he is, looked over my shoulder as I read through my narrative. I did my best to ignore him. Instead, I searched for typos in the beginning poem I had.

When her heart is torn
She seeks relief
A knife she takes
To her chest
Carving out the beating hea-

I was cut off from reading as he spoke again. "What are you writing?"

I sighed. "A narrative I've been writing for a few months. It's important for class."

Mrs. Yacashin must've heard this. "Oh, Jill, any chance you could show him what you have to do for that?"

"Yeah, I guess." I rolled my eyes before standing and grabbing the paper he needed. While I was up, Ada and Rebecca came in.

"What the hell are you doing in my seat?" Ada scowled. Luckily, Mrs. Yacashin had left the room. I came up next to them and smirked at Chris, knowing he'd get his ass beat if he didn't move.

"I'm here to sit next to my Jilly," he replied with a grin.

I scowled and kicked him in the leg, barely holding back. "Shut the fuck up. I'm not Jilly. And if I was, I definately wouldn't be your's."

Becca looked at me and mouthed the words, 'Boy trouble?' I nodded.

"Well," Ada glared, "That, is my spot. And that," she pointed at me, "is mybestfriend. And I happen to know, she doesn't date. At all. So move your ass." Without waiting for an answer, she grabbed the back of his chair and pulled it away. She then grabbed an empty chair and pulled it back to her now open desk, proceeding to sit down.

Chris had a surprised look on his face for a moment before standing up and moving to the desk directly behind mine. I took my seat and resolved to ignore him. Becca nudged my arm and whispered to me, "What's with this guy?"

"He's new," I whispered back, "I have first block with him."

"And he hit on you?"

"Yeah."

"He irks me," Ada added in darkly.

I was about to say more before Mrs. Yacashin returned to the room. "Alright, ladies." We were an all girl class before Chris came. "Seems like we have our first guy in the class now. He's a new student and his name is Chris. Say hi, Chris."

"Hi." He acted nonchalant. I didn't even turn to look at him. But most of the class(all but Ada, Becca and I) giggled and began to whisper about him. Oh look. He has fangirls.

"Quiet down, ladies. Now, today, we're going to work on our narratives. You all still have about six or seven more months to finish, but I think you could all use some extra work time. So, get to work. The dictionaries and thesauri are in the back as always."

I finally remembered what I originally intended to do when I had gotten up earlier and turned, slamming the paper that he needed down on his desk. "Read this. It's all you need for it."

I turned back to my work, continuing to read through what I already had.

Carving out the beating heart
She kept it in a jar
Made of diamonds and rubys
And Sapphires bright
To contain it's beating
And stop her painful blight

It was another heartless day for Riva...