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Chapter Four
I drove into Gatsby High's parking lot, turned off the bug,
hitched my messanger back high on my shoulder, clutched my scarf
closer and braved into the cold. I walked swiftly to the main
doors and walked into the front office lobby. I turned right to
do to my locker and that was the first time I saw him. I planted
my feet on the grund and swayed forward a little because of the
sudden stop. I gasped quietly and felt my breath creep out of my
lungs. I felt my heart stutter and speed up at an uneven pace. I
bit my lip and stared intently at the heartbreakingly beautiful
face of a dark-haired, tall boy. His hair was ebony and glossed
in the flourecent harsh lighting. His light brown, almost caramel
colored eyes were staring down, flitting over a white sheet of
paper as he gripped the office door with his tan,smooth right
hand. His maroon dark lips were full and looked amazingly plush
from this distance. His size 0 gauges picked out from the flip of
his hair and he had spider bite piercings along the right corner
of his bottom lip. He let go of the office door and walked away
nonchallantly, as if he had no clue how beautiful he was. He
walked right down the hallway I had to go to and I stared
bewildered after him. I would remember a face like his in this
small school and that only explained one thing. He was a
stranger, a transfer. Also, today was a day that a transfer was
anticipated. I had just had a small glimpse of Renier Quinn.
I gripped my bag too tight around the strap, the skin over my
knuckles was white and threatened to burst over them. I was
walking swiftly down the English hallway to my first block,
delayed by my unexpected encounter. I had barely had time to dash
away from my locker when I crossed into the room and walked
toward my seat. I hated being late, that forced the whole class
to unnecessarily stare at me and let their eyes linger. I felt
the blush creeping up my neck and into my cheeks as I sat down in
my usual seat and tidied my bag and notebooks. The morning
announcments played through, the pledge, and then my English
teacher, Mrs.Iris, stacked some papers on her desk and said in a
clear, loud voice, " Students, we have a new student
today, Mr. Renier Quinn. He just moved here from California,
please make him feel welcome and comfortable as he joins
us." She stared right at me and I freezed. What. Then my
class shifted their weight to look back and I realized she
wasn't gesturing towards me, she was meaning beside me. Just
to my right, behind Gabby. I looked up slowly and the breath was
knocked out of me again, for the second time in less than an
hour. There was Renier Quinn, right beside me, smiling a crooked,
lovely smile that I just about died over. What was wrong with me?
I'd never.. done this before. As soon as the class had gotten
an eye-full of him, they turned back around and began tunning out
Mrs. Iris's lesson for today. This class seemed
unexceptionabley long today. I could practically hear the clock
ticking. While all the while I stole small glances at Renier. He
was.. alluring. I couldn't stop staring, I wanted to be able
to stare at him all day. His eyes, and his lips, ugh. He
just wrote in his notebook and smirked at something. I wanted to
know what he was smirking at. I wanted to find out and I'd do
anything. What was worse was I didn't know why.. Then Mrs.
Iris clapped her hands once and announced we were stopping for
today and we had a little bit of free time left. I popped in my
earbuds and pulled out my sketch book. Then I felt a shadow fall
over me and I got goosebumps. I had a good feeling of who's
shadow that might be.
I looked toward the darkness and into the face of smiling eyes. I
jumped a little and heard a soft, ringing voice say, "Woah,
sorry to scare you," I heard a chuckle and then settled
down, "I was just seeing what you were drawing there.
I'm sort of an artist myself. Just curious, don't attack
me." Renier smiled and I took out my earbuds. "Oh,
well, sorry for jumping, I didn't know you'd be so
close", I mumbled. I could practically feel the body heat
coming off of him. I struggled to breathe. "That's a
really nice sketch, I like the way the trees are bent over the
house. What's your name? I never caught it. But I did catch
you staring at me, multiple times, along with every other girl in
the class, if I might add. I have peripheral vision too you
now." Oh. Sh.t. How could I be so stupid? I should have
hidden it better.I blushed and opened my mouth to speak, but I
was wordless. "I get it, I get it, I've got weird eyes
and I'm not having the best hair day but come on, cut a guy a
break, it's my first day", he said with a smile in his
voice. "No no, it's not that, definitely not, it's
just-", I responded quickly. "Just what?", he
dared. I didn't even know what. D.mn. Nice going Whist.
I hope at least one person is reading
this :/