3: Up Against Her Locker

"Definitely the hot loner! I heard that Jake Dawson asked him if he wanted to join the football team and new kid told him, 'Nah I don't care for reckless sports that have no real basis on intellect or strategy'. He said that! To THE Jake Dawson!!"

Jake was one of the populars at Ridgemond. No, scratch that. He was THE popular at Ridgemond. An untouchable god. How couldn't you be after excelling as the star quarterback since freshman year? Not to mention his parents had stocks in Apple and he had the looks of everyone's favorite country boy: perfect tan, blond hair, tall, and very strong.

The only turn-off: he was a total d*ck because he got whatever he wanted. He wasn't stupid, but he was lazy. He easily smooth-talked or bribed teachers to get him passing grades so he could drink liquor and smoke weed all weekend, no consequences. His parents? They didn't care in the least as long as he played football like a god... which he did.

Naomi was disgusted by him. The only thing about him that wasn't a lame 2000s stereotype was his love interests... Jake was bisexual. However, this didn't knock him down because nobody knew except Naomi. How? That's a story for another time...

"Oof. Talk about social suicide," Lily commented as she slid into the next to Naomi.

Naomi drew her gaze to her most intelligent friend. Today, Lily was wearing a tight, red, ripped jean skirt with a plain grey top, black converse, and lavender socks that matched the tips of her wavy cropped hair. Naomi had always admired her fashion sense, she taught her well.

"Yeah, that's not an enemy that'd I'd like to meet in a thousand lifetimes," stated Jess, shuddering. "Anyways, why do you want to know about Liam?"

'Liam... so that was the name of this aggressive outcast.'

"Just curious," Naomi stated ominously, "He's in my English class." The conversation then shifted to schedules.

Lily was complaining about having to take Studio 3 art before AP Art History. "I mean, why does it even matter? It's not like I'm learning anything currently that will disrupt my understanding of who painted such-and-such..." she ranted on and on.

But Naomi's thoughts drifted back to the enchanting stranger. 'I mean, sure. Staring is rude, but he didn't have to overreact like that. A simple glare in class would've sufficed.' She scoffed internally, thoroughly annoyed.

...

After lunch, the trio parted ways and Naomi headed to her locker to grab some textbooks. Suddenly, strong warm hands grabbed her waist as someone hugged her from behind.

Naomi first inhaled the sweet scent of mint, then came to her senses and pushed the boy off of her.

Turning, she exclaimed, "What the hell, Tom!"

Dimples carved through his handsome cheekbones while he let out a deep chuckle that made her heart skip two beats.

"What? Can't I say 'Hi' to my girlfriend after missing her for so long?" He questioned with one dark brow raised.

Naomi couldn't help but smile at his cheesiness. Rolling her eyes, she refuted, "It's been less than a day you---"

In one motion, Tomas swiftly shut her locker door, pushing her up against it and kissing her greedily.

"NO PDA," a hall monitor, Ms. Donal yelled at them, stalking her large body over with the intention of ripping them away from each other, should they not obey. "Need I remind you, this is a high school, not a harem." Looking at Naomi dissappointedly, she remarked, "Sweetie, you could do much better."

The couple flushed, Tomas saying, "What the heck? Why are you targeting me?"

The hall monitor glared, "Watch it, boy. Or I'll send you both to the principal this instant! This is your warning!" She trodded off...