Wild Ride

Little ball of hormones

Another day in this hell hole. What? I can get good grades and still hate school. I just have to make it through the day and I can go home and sleep the pain away. Dad is supposed to be going out of town for a few days so I’ll be able to rest without seeing him.

I’m sitting in my honors English class when the door opens. In walks Hunter Wilde. Hottest guy in school, bad boy, and my crush since seventh grade. Not even Chris knows how badly I have the hots for Hunter. Ms. English comes in and tells everyone to take a seat. I know an English teacher whose last name is English, oh the irony. She always laughs it off saying she couldn’t become a math teacher with her name. 

“Okay class, Mr. Wilde will be joining us for the rest of the school year. Now going into the second semester we’ll be working in pairs towards our Shakespeare final. Cliché I know but what can you do. Each of you will prepare a scene from one of Shakespeare’s plays and perform it in front of the class. No you don’t get to choose. I will be assigning partners and you’ll draw a scene from the bowl. There will be no trading. Anyone who cannot complete the scene will fail my class. This scene is seventy-five percent of your final grade. Assignments make up five percent and your final is worth twenty percent,” she picks up her clipboard and starts calling out names. Oh God I know what’s coming. “Hunter you’ll be with Ms. Greyson. Go sit by your partner.”

Just great. If Chris hadn’t said he liked me I wouldn’t be in this situation. She calls it destiny or fate or some bullshit. Please don’t give us Romeo and Juliet. 

He reaches into the bowl and I’m mumbling, “not R&J, not R&J.”

I look over at him and I can see a hint of pink on his cheeks. f**k my entire life.

“Romeo and Juliet: balcony scene,” he reads.

“Thank God,” I whisper.

“Happy Di?” he says.

“I’m great Hunter. I’m sure we’ll manage,” I say. 

“Right,” there he goes blushing again.

“Now each group will choose their costumes for the scene and practice your lines,” Ms. English goes to her desk and starts flipping through her magazines.

“So when should we get together to practice?” he asks

“You can come over after school anytime this week. My dad is out of town so no one will interrupt us,” I tell him.

“Okay, I’ll drive you home today and we can get started,” he says.

“Okay sounds good,” I smile at him.

We go over a few lines and then the bell rings. We’re still talking on our way to lunch talking about our scene when Christina comes running towards us.

“Slow down speed racer. Who lit a fire in your panties?” I ask her.

“Um excuse me I’m not the one who needs to dish. What are you doing walking the halls with s*x on legs over here?” She asks, gesturing towards Hunter.

“Okay one he’s a person, treat him as such. Two we’re partners in English for our Shakespeare assignment. We were talking about running lines at my house while you know who is out of town. So if you’re done objectifying my English partner we can go get something to eat,” I loop my arm with hers and turn to Hunter. “Sorry again for this little ball of hormones. She can be a lot sometimes.”

“Yeah, um keep her on a leash will ya?” He laughs.

“Sure thing handsome,” I wink at him and head to the caf with Chris.

We’re standing in line getting our food when Chris starts up again.

“Please tell me you get to make out with McHottie over there? He’s so gorgeous it kills me,” she says.

“No I don’t considering you’re staring at Adam, not Hunter,” I stick my tongue out at her. “And we got the balcony scene so no kissing. Sorry to burst your horny bubble.”

“Boo! This sucks. Cant you find a way to slip him some tongue anyway?” She asks.

“Unfortunately I can’t. I’m not going to rewrite Shakespeare just so the class can watch me awkwardly kiss Hunter,” I say.

“Why would it be awkward?” She asks.

“Because we’d have to do it in front of the whole class and Ms. English. Not exactly how I pictured kissing Hunter for the first time,” I tell her.

“So you have pictured it!” She yells.

“Shhh. Of course I have you cow. Who in their right mind hasn’t pictured kissing the Greek God known as Hunter Wilde? I’m a virgin, not a nun,” I say.

Little did they know that Hunter had moved up in the line and caught the end of their conversation.

“What are you girls talking about over here?” He asks.

I nearly dropped my tray.

“Oh, nothing. Just girl stuff. Periods, tampons, You know all the stuff that makes guys run for the hills,” Chris says.

“Well I have a little sister that just went through that. Our parents were out of town so it was just the two of us and a trip to the pharmacy. I don’t see the big deal in running from something so natural. I just feel bad for those that have to go through that s**t. My poor sister is a wreck for four days every month. It’s just us Netflix, junk food, and this heating pad thing the lady at the pharmacy said she needed. I’ve never seen so many chick flicks until my sister started menstruating,” he says.

“I think he just managed to get hotter,” Chris says.

“Yup,” I say popping the p.

“Are you guys okay? Do I need to run to CVS for someone?” He asks.

“No Hunter, we’re fine,” I say.

“Okay well I’ll see you later Di,” he says.

“Mhmm,” is all I can manage as he walks away.

“Do you think he heard us?” Chris asks.

“I hope not.”