KEEP OUT! 2

It's official: I'm boy crazed!

We got a new student today. He's pretty...and cool. Well, okay, he's more than cool, he's a m a z i n g!

Mrs. Watson felt that we, as a class, weren't "bonding" enough. She just doesn't realize that real bonding can't be forced upon us; we have to want to get to accept one another into our lives. And we don't. At least I know I don't.

"Why is that?" You ask with sincere curiosity, of course.

Well mainly because I don't like half the people in my class. Duh! That's all. And no, I don't care to elaborate.

Anyways, back to my story. Mrs. Watson wanted us to "bond". How lame was that? Other students thought so too. Everyone, except moi, started to do that annoying moaning and groaning that every class does when given a assignment they don't like. I hate those sounds, they seem to last forever! Sometimes I just want to yell "Shut up!!"

Mrs. Watson waited until the class silenced itself. She said that we were going to "go around the room, one person at a time, and tell the class what our most favorite place in the world is." Pointing to Nicole, a semi-bright cheerleader who looks at herself religiously in her pink compact mirror, Mrs. Watson told her to go first.

"State your name, then location, please." Our teacher added.

"Well," the girl began. Her long curly brunette hair swayed as she rocked her head from left to right. "As you all know, or should know, my name is Nicole Daniels, and my most fav place in the world is the mall." She smiled.

Of course she'd pick the mall. She can go into just about any store and stare at herself in their mirrors.

On and on the students went "Baseball field", "Madrid", "Dairy Queen", "Paris, France", "Home Depot". Finally it was my turn.

I stated my name "My favorite place in the world is Barnes and Noble."

A few people gave me the ole' "freak-eye". PUH-LEASE!!! Like their "freak-eyes" are going to make me feel ashamed about my one true love; a huge store full of magnificent books! They're thinking 'Who in hell loves a dumb book store?' Obviously the answer is moi!

So, the next person took their turn.

That's when he appeared.

He, more than anything, glided through the threshold of the classroom as smooth as a cat lapping up milk. Halting for a moment, he searched for an open seat. My eyes absorbed his gloriousness. I swear golden light illuminated him from behind, like great rays of the sun. And a small choir appeared out of nowhere in burgundy robes and sang "Aaaaaaawwwwhhhhhhh!" in honor of his beauty. At least that's how it should have happened. But it didn't.

Ink black curls cascaded over his dark brown eyes. The stubble on is face grew in heavily. His skin had been excessively exposed to the sun; it was the color of liquid caramel. He simply wore a black t-shirt, which slightly accented his toned body and arms, and regular jeans. He was dressed so ordinarily, but he looked like a super hot super sexy super model! And he looked vaguely familiar...

My gosh! He looked absolutely, what's the word I'm looking for…? Delicious!

"Welcome" Mrs. Watson welcomed him. "Please have a seat."

He sat in a desk two rows away from me. I just couldn't keep my eyes off of him. They were stuck on him like flies on fly paper.

Where have I seen him before?!

I must say that he's much more handsome than Gaven, in his own way. And that I haven't seen Mattie for weeks on end, hopefully he didn't change schools. But the thing with Mattie is, since I haven't seen him, lately, my infatuation with him is fading. Almost to nothing!!! And I use to be so crazy about him!

The rest of the students finished the "bonding" exercise. Mrs. Watson turned to the new, hot, sexy student. "Please state your name and your most favorite place in the world."

His lips opened and released a deep sensual voice "My name is Bruno, and my most favorite place in the world is Camp Aibiki. I volunteer there in the summer."

OH MY G O S H !!!!

Did he just say "Bruno" and "Camp Aibiki"?

Now the pieces fit!! Now I know why he seems so familiar. We both volunteer at Camp Aibiki during the summers, and have done so for the past 2 to 3 years.

But he didn't ever have longish hair or stubble, it was always cropped and short. And he always wore shorts and the camp shirts. I've never seen him dresses in anything other than camping clothes. He looks sooooo different. We never really talked, except for a few times, and the conversations were always great. We also didn't get a lot of time to hang out with each other. He was always with the boys and I was always with the girls and we were ALWAYS busy.

But now that's all different. No camp duties to get in our way.

Let's just say that this year is already proving to be very, very interesting.