I'm Not Letting Her Go

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Tour of the School


I’m so busy mumbling to myself, about that arrogant jerk I don’t realize that Stuart has been talking to me. “Hey you ok there?” He touches my arm, regaining my attention.

Shaking my head I focus on him, “Yes. Yes, I’m sorry about that. What were you saying?”

“It’s all right no one usually listens to me much anyway. When new girls come to this school all they want to know about is Declan King and his group of misfits. They don’t care a lick about the school, the classes, teachers or other students.” He shrugs his shoulders.

“Well, I am not that way. I can assure you. I don’t even know who he is. Other than what I saw only moments ago in the office, and I can tell you right now him and I won’t be good friends.” I say with conviction.

“Wow, you’ve never heard of the King family?” When I look over to him, he has a stunned look on his face.

Shaking my head, no, he continues by telling me just who they are. “They run this town; well, I guess you could say the whole East Coast really. They have power all around. Some say they are in the mafia. But I don’t really know if that’s true or just a rumor.”

“Oh well, no I’ve never heard of the King family. Of course, I come from a very small town, and we didn’t have much there. This is going to be an adjustment I can already tell.”

We continue walking in silence until we make our way to a set of double doors. Peaking in the window I see what looks to be the school gym. There are students running around the area and talking to one another. Some are shouting and look to be goofing off.

Just when I’m about to open my mouth to ask him a question, I see him. Declan, walking into the gym wearing a white t-shirt, and some gym shorts. If he was anyone else, I would gladly admit how good looking he is. Very well built, his body isn’t too muscly, but just enough. You can see the outline of a six pack under his shirt. His black hair is in disarray almost as though someone had their hands through it not too long ago.

I shake my head, getting myself out of those thoughts. I cannot be thinking of that asshole in any way, shape, or form. Hell, I can’t be thinking about anyone in that way. I’m here to finish high school, then get out of this town, and go back home where I belong.

“So do you have any classes with me?” I ask.

Stewart’s head whips my way, and his eyes are large. “You want to talk to me after I’m done giving you the tour?” He asks incredulously.

“Yes,” I give a little laugh, “why do you look so surprised by this?”

“Well, it’s just my few friends and I aren’t really the in crowd. We just keep to ourselves and get straight A’s.”

“So..” I wait for him to continue.

“So, not many people like to talk with us. We are kind of misfits. You know nerds, the ugly people, definitely not popular.” He tilts his head and gives me a serious look. As though he’s waiting for me to realize that they aren’t the cool crowd, for me to change my mind at this information.

“I don’t care about any of that. You seem nice, and I’m sure your friends are as well.” I give him a smile.

“Okay, cool. I’ll introduce you at lunch time.” He smiles back.

He takes a minute, and then opens the gym doors. “Come on I’ll introduce you to Coach Morris. He’s pretty lenient on grading you for gym. I think you’ll like him.”

“Yo, Stuart did you get my homework done yet?” Some beefy guy makes his way out of the group and jogs up to us.

“Haven’t been able to get to it yet Cody. I’ll work on it during study hall.”

“You better, I need that for last period. Can’t afford to fail that class. The football team is counting on you to get it done. You wouldn’t want to let them down, would you?” He looks to Stuart, with his arms folded along his chest.

“No, I will be sure it’s done and that you get a B.”

“B plus, I want the teach to think I’m smart. It’ll make it that much easier to get her in the sack.” He looks my way and winks.

As though, I’ll find him charming because he wants to do his teacher. By having a fellow student do his homework and making it easy for him to pass. I roll my eyes and dismiss myself. I walk over to the coach to introduce myself, but I get interrupted. Declan and some other guys are standing in front of me.

I take a step back; I won’t be falling for his tricks this time. I won’t allow him to crowd me in any way. “Couldn’t stay away already huh?” He asks with a smug smile on his lips.

“Who are you babe?” The other guy asks with blatant interest in his eyes.

Before I can give him a wiseass comment, I’m interrupted by a sudden “watch it.”

The guy, named Andy I guess, looks to Declan. They stare at one another for a few minutes. Obviously having a silent conversation with one another, Andy looks to me, “interesting. I can see why.” He says before running back to the group of students behind them.

“Why what?” I ask no one in particular. It’s more a question for myself.

“That’s not important,” Declan says. “So, what are you doing in here, wondering where I went.”

“No, not at all. I’m just meeting all the teachers, and then heading to lunch before I start going to classes actually.” I raise my head. Looking him straight in the eyes.

Making him laugh, he says “you’re not affected by me in the slightest, are you?”

“What do you think?” He takes a step in my direction, but before he can get closer a girl finds her way to us.

“Declan, come on I want you on my team.” She whines. Her hands make their way to his arm, as she plasters her body to his side. He looks down to her hands, and she proceeds to look at me, “you mind if I steal him away?”

I can tell by her tone she’s not really asking. No, she plans on taking him over to her little barbie squad whether I want her to or not. “Have at him, he’s all yours.” I tell her.

She fake smiles at me, “thanks.” She tries to drag him away, but he isn’t having it.

“Let go of my arm.” She looks up at him with wide eyes. “Now Patty, I’ll be over there when I want to.”

Without another word, she walks back over to her group. They all shoot glares my way.

“You’re quite the popular guy.” I say off hand.

“Comes with the territory.”

“What do you mean by that?”

Before he can answer, Stuart and Cody are beside us “we need to meet coach and finish the tour before the lunch bell.” Stuart rescues me from having to continue the conversation. I give them a wave, walk around them and over to the teacher. Know I shouldn’t but I cannot help but find my thoughts on Declan. Looking behind me while Stuart and the coach converse, I see him standing there staring at me with a weird look on his face. A few guys are surrounding him, but his focus is solely on me.

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