Teen's Gone Wild - Part 1

Olivia Aoro Ansley was a force that took the school by storm. She strutted the pavements of ST. George's Mixed High School as though she was walking the runways in Milan. It didn’t matter if the pavements were uneven and riddled with cracks or that her school-assigned shoes were not seven-inch heels, she owned her strut and everyone who was unfortunate enough to be in her path had to move or get trampled on. Oh, not by Olivia herself but by the legion of girls and boys who wanted to breathe the same air she did.

Olivia had transferred to the school in her second year but her young age didn’t stop her. Her fair skin, British accent, long silky hair, confidence, and travel escapades had immediately elevated her to the top of the school social hierarchy. She was soon rubbing elbows with fourth-years who practically run the school and quickly got included in the most exclusive clicks. Every teenage boy wanted to be seen with Her and every young girl in the school wanted to be friends with her but only a few got the rare opportunity; I was one of the fortunate few.

The day I first laid eyes on Olivia was the day she was admitted to the school. It was mid-morning on a Friday and being the class captain, I had been summoned to the principal’s office for a weekly report. I happened to be classmates with the most notorious and privileged group of teenagers in our grade and I was tasked with the burden of spying on them for the principal. Being one who respected authority, I diligently gave a report on their escapades every Monday morning like clockwork.

On that fateful morning, I was on my way out of the office after relaying snippets of gossip I’d collected on my target click when I bumped into a well-dressed wall of a man. I fumbled my apologies and as I was sidestepping him, I came face to face with the fair Olivia. All my seventeen-year-old boy hormones stood at alert. I had never seen such beauty on any teenager, scratch that, I had never seen such beauty on anyone. Not even the dreamy Selena Gomez whose images filled my phone’s gallery. My jaw must have hit the floor and with it every self-respect I ever had. Olivia shifted her light brown eyes from my gaping mouth towards my now alert nether regions.

Her gaze shifted back to my, no doubt, ashen face, and instead of the mortification that would normally cloud a regular teenage girl at my unbridled interest, she curved her pink lips into a smirk. A very intimidating smirk told me that she knew exactly where my traitorous mind was. I had never wanted to quit existing as I did at that very moment. She gave her larger-than-life curly hair a flip and then sidestepped around me and followed the mountain man into the principal’s office. Too embarrassed to move, I leaned against the stone pillar that flanked the principal’s office.

However long I was there I cannot tell because the next thing I heard was my name floating through my foggy brain. I turned to find the principal standing next to a beaming Olivia. “I thought you went to class Mr. Migwi.” Said the principal as he stared me down.

“I…uh…I am going there now.” I managed, unable to tear my eyes from Olivia’s gleaming pearly whites.

“Good and take Miss Ansley with you. She’s will be joining your class. I expect you to show her the ropes until she gets well integrated into the school system.”

“Uhm…”

“What is the matter boy?” asked a clearly exasperated principal. Mr. Omondi was known for his tough exterior but after earning a place as his spy in various school affairs, I was no longer intimidated by him. Therefore, I usually had more to say than the fumbling fool I had suddenly become.

“Nothing,” I straightened from my leaning stance and took a step away from the pair. “This way Miss Ansley.” I turned and walked down the steps not pausing to see if she was following behind.

“A gentleman waits for a lady you know!” she said catching up to me.

“Who said I was one?” I challenged throwing her a side glance. She sniggered placing her well-manicured hand on my arm.

“Would you stop, I don’t bite you know.”

I halted and turned to face her. “Yes?”

“If I heard that Omondi guy right, you are to be my tour guide so isn’t it wise to at least exchange names?”

I raised my brows trying to understand her play. See, Olivia may have been the prettiest person I had ever laid eyes on but her overall style told me that she would forget my name in an hour. You know, once the lunch bell went off and all the other overly privileged kids met her. I sighed and held out my hand, “Nice to meet you, Miss Ansley, I’m Jake.”

“Drop the Miss crap. Just call me Olivia or Liv.” She took my hand in hers and gave it a firm shake, “I have a feeling we are going to be great friends.” She dropped my hand and whirled around to resume her strut.

“I doubt it,” I murmured knowing that I’d be history in about fifty-eight minutes and counting.