25Well, here's the second chapter. It's told in Jordan's piont of view, just to get a glimpse of what's going through his head. I think I'm going to go back and forth between the two of them.
Mikey's chair drops and his eyes and mouth are open in shock. I wonder what's wrong.
"What are you doing here?" he whispers, his voice in awe.
"I'm your new teacher, Michael. Aren't you a little more excited?" our new teacher asked.
Okay, so they knew each other. Who is this guy? Why haven't I heard of him. A strange feeling stirs up somewhere inside me. I want to say something, but hold back my tongue and sulk as they have some knd of conversation with their eyes. The teacher turns away first.
"Okay, class, let me introduce myself. My name is …" I zoned out, thoughts racing through my head. I scoot closer to Mikey, just to feel his warmth- I mean to get some answers.
"You know him?" I ask. Mikey just flicks his wrist in a yeah, yeah, whatever way and focuses on Mr. Tyler. I hate the dude already.
While his attention is elsewhere, I check out what he's wearing. For info only, just so I can learn more about his style. In no way was I checking him out. Today he is wearing dark wash-out jeans with a gray and pin polo and a pair of gray DCs. My mind flashed bac to this morning. I don't know why he's so insecure with his body, it's perfect. He's lean and has muscles in just the right places. His hair is black and covers his bright blue eyes, which has black specks in them. Not only is his body perfect, though. He's smart, funny, and great at sports. He can be sarcastic, but caring at the same time. The up side to being with him is that he is always so happy. This, of course, is just simple info that I've gathered throughout the years. That's it.
The rest of the day is filled with me following Mikey to our classes; meanwhile he looks like he's in a daze. I try to start a conversation with him, but he just nods his head or give a one word answer and zones out again. It's fucking annoying.
After school, outside, we stand by the front door, waving good bye to our other friends, which is a group made up of jocks, nerds, band geeks, and goths. I know, we're a strange bunch, but we get along great. As we head to his car, Mikey stops.
"Um…can you wait a second? I need to ask a teacher something." He looks up at me with those piercing blue eyes. I thought it was cute, him asking me for permission when he knows he can do anything he wants and I'll stand by him. I nod in amusement, and watch him scurry off. The smirk on my face doesn't last long, though, as I think of who he's going to see. I turn around and quicken my footsteps to follow him, waiting outside the door I know he just went through. I look into the classroom and listen into their conversation.
I know it was a bad thing, and I usually give Mikey his space, but I really wanted some answers and to get this strange feeling out of me. I knew I was protective of him, even when he didn't need it, but this was something a little stronger. Maybe, just maybe, it was jealousy? Nah, I just care for him, maybe too much. I think I should start to back off, which was why I left last night.
I pull out of my thoughts to listen in on the two in the classroom. I'm too nosy for my own good.
Poor, Jordan. Evesdropping is bad, and you might not like what you hear:(