Find You in the Dark

morning. A few other kids were hurrying from the parking lot.
    I fumbled to try and get my phone out of my jacket pocket, wanting to send a last text to my friends to let them know I was there. It seemed that I was having a lot of trouble getting it out, thus I was less than attentive as I slammed into the back of someone who had stopped in the middle of the sidewalk.
    “Hey!” I yelled as I collided with the very solid body. I dropped my phone, the back popping off and the battery skittering across the concrete. The guy dropped the papers he was holding and they scattered at his feet.
    We simultaneously let loose a string of expletives that would have earned me a mouth full of soap had my mother heard. “What the hell?” The guy growled, stooping to pick up the items he had dropped in our bodily fender bender. Okay, I was already in a craptastic mood and his snotty tone was just the icing on an already pissy cake. So maybe I was being clumsy and all but I didn't need some random guy giving me grief. “Oh I'm sorry, did I miss the stop sign?” I fired back, not bothering to look at the jack ass as I tried to fit the broken metal onto the back of my phone.
    I heard, what sounded like, a gritting of teeth. “Guess it's too much to expect an apology.” His sarcasm was thick, his words ground out through obvious clenched teeth. “Probably.” I quipped, finally looking up into the most amazing pair of brown eyes that I had ever seen.
    Hot damn. Cue the violins and happy cartoon bunnies, I was in the middle of a Disney moment. Because this guy was gorgeous. And we were standing so close to each other. If he hadn't been holding onto a barely contained rage directed at yours truly, it could have almost been construed as romantic.
    Just add delusions to my growing list of issues.
    Mr. Cutie stood there in all of his infuriated glory - and he was seriously angry. His perfectly symmetrical face -(covered in a fine dusting of adorable freckles, I might add-) was flushed a rather concerning shade of red. Those awesome brown eyes that I had already noticed flashed murder. He was quite a bit taller than me, with dark hair that curled around his forehead and ears as though he hadn't bothered with a haircut in a while. He had a cleft in his chin and a tiny scar under his right eye. And despite his obvious good looks, he appeared decidedly unhinged. Wow, they were only papers.
    Cute boy took a deep breath and closed his eyes. I jammed my hands in my pockets and made the decision to get the hell out of there. I started to move around him, making sure to give him a wide berth. His voice, much calmer now, stopped me. “Well, you could at least tell me where the main office is. You know, after practically running me over and all.”
    If his tone had been playful, I would be able to pretend he was flirting with me. But nope, he was terse and irritated and in a very bad mood. And I had had enough of it for one morning. So cuteness aside, this guy could go take a flying leap somewhere.
    “You're a big boy, I'm sure you can handle this one on your own.” I turned my back and quickly walked away. “Thanks for nothing.” He yelled after me. Yep, hot boy came with a bad attitude. Not really my idea of a good time, thank you very much. I couldn't get away fast enough.

Chapter Two

    “That's it! I'm swearing off every member of the female population. Do they still have monasteries? Cause a life time of praying and bad haircuts sure as hell beats chicks and their freaking drama.” Daniel's lunch tray came down with a loud clang on the table.
    Rachel and I rolled our eyes in unison and turned to the third member of our trio with what we hoped were supportive expressions. “What did Kylie do this time?” Rachel asked, popping a Cheeto into her mouth. Daniel ran his hand over his buzzed blonde head. He was clearly very agitated. But honestly, when wasn't he agitated? Daniel was as big a drama queen -(or king, or whatever-) as any girl.
    He let out a long, tortured sigh and propped his chin on his hand. Rachel's eyes went all gooey and I saw the tell-tale signs of her unrequited crush rearing its ugly head. Looking at our best friend, it was easy to understand why she felt the way she did. Daniel was easily one of the best looking guys at Jackson High School. If he wasn't the closest thing I had to a brother, I would have joined Rachel in crush land. His puppy dog eyes and perfect lips were many a girl's dream and definitely helped