Driving along the roads, I saw Alice, walking down the path. Glancing at the clock, i snickered knowing she’d be late.
“To help or not to help, that is the question,” I shouted out the window, making Alice, jump and berate me for surprising her.

“Fuck you Porter, you’re not Hamlet!

“Wow, Alice, you know who Hamlet is. Impressive. Now tell me who wrote it and I’ll give you a lift.”

“Screw you.” Alice mumbled, hopping into the passenger’s seat.

I laughed and threw the car back into gear. Parking smoothly just half a block from school we headed in, nodding as fellow peers passed us.

“Doris first eh?” I mused looking for some kind of reaction from Alice.

“Hello? Earth to Alice,” I inquired again, noting her distant stare towards a certain shy brunette. “Doris wouldn’t be impressed, with your attention issues.”

“Shut up Bette,” Alice glared, “It’s Shakespeare okay. Listen I’m gonna see you in class, okay.”

“Sure whatever, enjoy trying and failing with little miss Dana.”
I laughed, smiling at her lack on control when it came to women she liked. Once I came to the corridors. I played my game. Ah there we go. One. I moved towards my locker. Two. Three. Oh these jeans, were working the charm weren’t they. Four. Five. James and Mark. Six. Seven. See, now I’m in the school four minutes and I’ve already gotten Eight. Nine. Ten glances. Impressive as ever.

And there was first bell.

I grabbed my copy of Leaves of Grass and headed to English with Mr. Doris. Eleven, was Heather. She was gagging for some Bette, so i gave her a quick natural sexy wink. Twelve. Oh crap, second bell. Got distracted. Whoops.

I got into the classroom. Glanced around briefly, looking for Al. Oh, she is so dead, still messing around chatting to Dana eh? Hold on a second, where is Mr. Doris. He’s never late. Weird. I grabbed my place at the window and started doodling on my copy. Melanie sat in the seat in front of me. God, I was so not up for this right now. I just kept my head down as if I hadn’t noticed her.

The classroom opened and Mr Doris came in, followed by someone else. A very hot someone else. Ooooh, I needed Al to be here, so I could like chat about this one. Was she a new student? Hot or what? Jesus, I needed to get laid. Melanie? Nah. Too obvious.