I twirled and tapped my pen around my finger over and over again before it finally went flying out of my hand. I turned around quickly to locate it when I came across a pair of light brown eyes starring at me and in his hand he held my precious pen.

I have this annoying tendency to lose my pens and I'm pretty sure this was one of my last ones left, but from the look on his face it seemed like he had no intention of giving it back. He lifted his eyebrow at me before saying "What, I don't get a sorry or a blush?"

Staring at him blankly I replied with a short and simple "no" it wasn't as if I had caused him some sort of bodily harm, even if he deserved it.

"Can I have my pen back now" I demanded

He just flicked it back at me, and I continued to flick it back and forth between my fingers. I only wished I had an extra pen, I would have flicked it at him again making sure to aim it somewhere near his eyes. I entertained the little fantasy, but made sure to keep my pen secure in my fingers. I only need to survive another thirty minutes, before my last period is over.

Surprisingly the first day of senior year has gone by astonishingly fast. Sadly, it seems no different from any other day of school, just the usual dose of sarcasm to mock peers and teachers alike with my friends all day. It's not quite as glorious as I had imagined the first day of senior year, there was no magical clearing in the hallways as I walked by. Boy was I ever wrong about that one. Plus its the first day and I'm already running on a sugar high, so I can keep awake for the ungodly morning hours of school after summer, but all the sugar in the world cannot keep the scowl off my face during this class—sex education.

A useless waste of my time when I had already taken an awkward health class my freshmen year. I had endured what I needed to with more than I ever wanted to, and learned all that needed to be taught. I do not need to be going through this torture again. Only this time its worse than freshmen year, its no longer embarrassed pimply faced teens cowering in their chairs, I'm enduring a flock of hormonal jocks and giggling bimbos this time. There is that occasional uncomfortable person in the sea of jocks, who like me can't wait to bolt out of this classroom. Only that any movement with my pen seems to earn me a glare from the brown eyed boy seated across me, the joy.

The moment the bell rang, I shot out of the class and into the swarm of students. Anything seemed better than enduring the torture of sex education. As everything settled down, I gathered my things and headed to the common area surrounded by glass panels and seated myself on the red couches. As I watched people peel out of the parking lot, I tried crunching numbers in my head to see how far away I was from my car deposit. I found myself with a depressing number, so I wistfully looked out and imagined one of those beautiful shiny running cars to be mine. Like all great dreams, it was short lived.

Tucker literally pulled me out my dream, with a hard tug on my ponytail before he settled his Abercrombie clad body down next to me. In his usual cheerful voice he boomed out "hey squirt" before making his body go almost flaccid and spread himself out with his arm thrown around my shoulder. He stared out at the parking lot while asking "what were you dreaming of? My amazing body?" he winked at me before settling on satisfied smirk and gazing out the window again with me.

I know I shouldn't have bothered with a response like usual but I couldn't help myself as I said "Oh tucker how did you ever know? I just can't seem to think of anything but your scrumptious body and that dense brain of yours" I let out a long sigh and tried to pull off a dreamy look.

Tucker blinked for a second before returning to his smirk with a quick reply of "I know sweetheart, I know. You just let that sarcasm drip and we can go on pretending like it's not true, but reality remains, you want me and you want me bad". He scrunched his nose at me and let out a growl that had to be practiced.

This specimen was sadly my best friend, and sometimes I questioned my sanity because of him. I'm not sure how we went from him being the object of my wrath for knocking me over our freshmen year, to inseparable best friends but it had happened. Four year later and nothing had seemed to change other than the amount of girls that wanted him.

Ignoring his comments I went on to tell him about my pen incident and brown eyed boy. Boy I didn't look forward to that class at all tomorrow.