Mayston High

Naomi

Shock coursed through me as I realized he was absolutely right. I felt my face heat up and he grinned at me. Not fair. I looked around the room, just to see what was happening, and some random person in my grade was staring at me. Sighing, I knew it was because I haven't said more than three words to anyone since the fifth grade and here I was talking to Farst.

"If you would stop harassing me, I might let it go." Despite my words, I let go and glared daggers at him again. My hair went in front of my face and I blew it back, once again wishing I would stop being so lazy and get it cut.

"But harassing you is so much fun." He pouted, and I felt a smile creep onto my face. Ugh--why do they hurt my cheeks so much? He reached to poke me again and I grabbed his hand and reached into my pocket with the other. I pulled it out and put it on the desk.

"Here." I said with exasperation, "You can listen to this as long as you give it back this time." Words--such a waste of breath, but he was forcing me to use them. Not. Fair.

Not paying attention to whether he took the device or not, I found my composition notebook again and started writing.



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By the way, TN, I'll try to bring you in at lunch.

Hey, can someone put me in???

I don't know how this works...
So I'll just put my character right here (if it isn't this way I'm sorry)

Name: Nicole Lia Norwood
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Grade: 11th
Class schedule:
Creative writing
English
Music
French
Math 1
Drama
P.E.
After school: She's in the school newspaper club

Personality: Quiet, but not shy. Impatience, and hates to work with imcopetent people. A bit I-Know-it-all. Not so much for social, but a good friend when you have her. A nice and low confidence girl. Very insecure and loves to think. Not so much for the regular. She wears lots of black (but she's not gothic or emo). Loves rock and popcorns (LOL little detail).

other: Up for love.

Appearance: http://media.photobucket.com/image/blac ... _.jpg?o=35

[Farst Cresting]

I pushed the IPod into my pocket and one of the earphones into an ear. It wasn't one, but I didn't want to forget it again and somehow wash it along with the pants. Naomi had moved back to her desk, a notebook between her hands. I pushed my own desk right next to hers and leaned over.

"What'cha readin'?"

"Nothing," her response was quick, too quick.

I stretch my arm over and grabbed onto the corner of the book, but she still hand a tight grip. My lip curled downward into a pout, then whined, "Aw! Come on... lemme read, Naomi."

My face was so close to hers, they were almost touching. I could feel the heat raidiating from her cheeks this close--it was almost like a fever. I watched her fingers ever so slowly loose there grip on the notebook, her attention elsewhere.

Then, I grabbed it and started flipping through the pages. I shook my head from side to side as I leafed through, "So easily distracted,"

Naomi

I tried not to pout as he flipped through my life. I couldn't count how many random songs I'd written in there. It was like a diary, whatever I felt at the time and converted it into music.

I stared at my desk and heard him leaf through my notebook. What would he think? Probably 'band geek' would be his first reaction but after that...I barely knew the guy and here he was, stealing my stuff and listening to my Ipod--not that he was actually listening to it at the moment.

I sat, waiting for something-anything.

[Farst Cresting]

Her face was twisted and twisting into anxious looks each time I looked back over to her. I didn't think how people could be so selfconcious. Naomi looked back, and I looked to her, and she quickly darted her eyes the other way. What was up with that?

"You know," I said, trying to break this tension that she seemed to think was hanging in the air, "you're not supposed to write stuff upside down."

A sort of smile twitched on her lips, and I turned the book back the right way. Then said, "Man, you're so geeky! Where'd you get this garbage?"

"I--" A stabbed look crossed her face.

"That's what you were thinking I'd say, isn't it? You thought I would call you a geek and say everything in here wasn't even worth laughing at?"

She was silent and maybe even shocked. I couldn't really tell. So I spoke.

"This isn't bad, pretty good compared to me." The pages flipped and words changed from soft to sharp and smudged to clean and straight. "Admit it, you thought I was gonna say that."

This time my eyes did narrow--in annoyance though.

Naomi

I was shocked. Only three people have been able to get inside my head like that, and they moved a while back. I wondered what I should say, admitting things isn't what I normally do.

But, eventually, I nodded my head slowly. Why was I so stupid? I looked Farst straight in the eyes and knew that he was annoyed. I suppose he doesn't like that people are self-conscious? Anger flared up in me--this was the only thing I was EVER self-conscious about was my music.

"Don't look at me that way." I murmmered, still regreting that he was still forcing me to talk.

"What?" He suddenly looked a little bit more interested and less annoyed then he did moments earlier.

"I said, 'Don't look at me that way.'" I poked his shoulder, "You are the first person to ever see that notebook, so I have a reason to be a little bit nervous."

I took a deep breath despite the fact that I had enough air to supply oxygen to the rest of my body.

"And, thanks." I added before he could get a word in.

**Is this dead?**