The silence that took over at the moment was somewhat awkward. Him, kneeling waiting expectantly for a reply. And me, well not particularly making things better by simply not replying. 1
There was a strange kind of aura to this boy besides that unusual way he looked at me. The quick glance i had made of his eyes seemed unforgettable. A vibrant rim of a green around his pupil with a grey almost white looking middle to the iris rimmed by a darker grey black giving this uncomforting glow.2
"Must dash, class" I replied giving a quick grin and shoving my sketch book into my slightly haggard bag. "What class?" he asked in his distinctive tone of voice. "Hmm, What?" I asked frowning slightly that he wasn’t understanding the hint of I’m going to go, and your going to leave me alone. "What class, do you have now?" he repeated. "Oh uh, ancient history, Mrs Bailey." "snap, me too ill just tag along after you." He smiled directing his uncomfortable gaze even more towards me.3
Feeling uncomfortable I stood brushing off some imaginary dirt and made my way to first class. Him, keeping a steady pace behind. "Do you talk?" He asked amused.4
"Nope, smart-ass I'm a part time mute" I replied. His presence was beginning to annoy me, it wasn’t something a person could ignore. The flirty glances girls, perhaps a few guys would give in his direction wasn’t welcome.5
Strange how I had never noticed him in this class before. I sat next to Maisie, neither Faye or Elaine took this class and I, being childish and unsociable didn’t care to make a bunch of new friends. Mostly they would be acquaintances the bitc.hing surface relationships. Where both greeted with smiles and a "we should hang about more" when infact neither really felt much for the other and it was only a word to pass the silence. 6
Maisie was standable her blonde hair was short and textured, not spiked. Kind of how I would imagine the typical pixie innocently sweet. she didn't really wear a great deal of makeup and for the proportion of the time she didn't bother to talk. And it suited me just fine. Shifting my view back to "him" I could take in his features without feeling the strain of his eyes on me7
His hair was brown, his cheekbones were high, intimidating. His skin was an unblemished pale. There was a septum piercing and he bit the inside of his lip where another piercing was. Twisting it in a bored manner. 8
He looked strange compared with Greg Davies. A typical “Lad.” Greg was good looking. Quite obvious. Nothing that was interesting look wise in my opinion he had no quirky characteristics. I find beauty in the uglier things. But it was plain to see. 9
However “He” Just didn’t look the same kind of handsome. It was how you look at an animal. Knowing they are a good breed, nice fur, pretty eyes. But they are a different. Kind of good looking. If this makes any sense?10
I over think things. It’s a habit, to obsessively think about something that doesn’t need noticing.11
But oh god, how I already hated him.12
The lesson dragged. There was a small bug that crawled its way carelessly across the desk every now and again it would stop and swap directions, I wondered what it was thinking. If it even had a thought process atal. About why its crawling, where does it think its going. And do they feel the same as humans. Does it stub its foot and think ‘ OW SHOOT THAT HURT LIKE A..’?.13
A ball of paper bounced its way onto my desk and rolled to the edge. I held my hand out stopping it. It had scared Mr bug, jittering he flew off. Scrunching up your nose i frowned. Note to self, not thrower must die!.14
Picking at a corner i unravelled the screwed up ball. ‘Your staring intently at your table. Interesting?.’ Read the note. Looking up I saw 'Mr no name' looking, biting the inside of his lip. Ripping the middle page from my book i wrote a reply.15
‘Dear Mr no name, You must have been staring quite intently at me to notice. Stop now please. Thanking you.’ I threw it back. Hoping for a hit yet he stuck out his hand catching it. His chest rose as he laughed slightly to himself his eyes scanning the words again. 16
Class ended Faye and Elaine had insisted on a "Munch hunt" complaining the cafeteria food tasted like processed muck. So we wandered into the close town in the break before next class. Elaine nodding along to Faye's tale of what Andy did. She'd used that reason to forcing us into another of her parties. Claiming it was the perfect reason, though last time it near killed poor Faye. Shed puked up half the weeks food intake and declared her love for pistachios. Oh joy, and we both knew if we didn't agree Elaine would clothe us, shove us from our houses and drive us there herself. Whoopee. 17
" I CAN SEE YOU GOING THROUGH EXUSES IN YOUR HEAD EVANGALINE, don't think I don't know that face" Elaine squinted her honey eyes at me. I noticed Faye giving a sucks to be you face from behind Elaine. "Oooh cruuudd Elaine, you know we hate this" I whined jutting out my bottom lip at her. 18
And that was that. Both doomed to a night of drunk slobbery guys. Sure the parties with people I knew were okay. No one got all emotional and cried. Or cheated and of course I’d be the one to walk in on them. I could actually stand the music and dance badly without feeling a fool. But when its just the cram as many people into a house as you can type parties. It never turns out fun.19
Unexpected things seem to happen. 20
The fresh baked smell of Gregg's sausage rolls and doughnuts was over powering. Faye pointed a finger to the glass squealing "DOUGHTS WITH! CHOCLATE, this place is pure heaven. Buy one get one free too." She quite loudly announced. "lets share Evangeline, you can have my free one she beamed at me." "NO, no no im good thanks" I shot the reply at her. A little too fast as she gave an uneasy look. "It's probably packed with animal goodies, Im a vegi-table-arien remember" I replied giving a stupid grin.21
"Oh, right okay" I could tell she didn’t want to start me on one of my twitching rants so she let it drop.22
There was a park near the centre of town, somehow it never really was very full. There would be a couple of parents with their kids at the small play area . It was more of a scenery one with trees and a pathway. In prime summer time it would be crammed. Little shows, statues that gave jittery movements dressed as dolls and silver sprayed stone people. But the rest of the year leading up to it was dead. Not even the drunk kids screaming words they felt made them cool. And boasting about how much alcohol consumption they could take or the drugs they've done Hung around.23
"YAY FOR FRIDAYS!" Faye screamed in a sudden burst of energy. 'Yep." I smiled, 2 hours of art and design was the only other class I had today, and I were really craving a good sit down and draw session.24
"I'll come getcha guys tonight at 7 okay? Or want to get ready at mine?" Elaine asked nibbling the side of her wrap. Faye glanced towards Me. "Evangeline?" she asked implying I should choose. "Well, if I get into my house and grab a few things we could all go to yours, if thats okay?" I asked. 25
Elaine was the rich mate, her parents worked like hell for that money though. It wasn’t the spoilt kid bit where nothing meant much. Elaine luckily valued what she got. Although her parents never really were home, nice folk though just an uncomfortable distance was there in that family. Both Faye’s and my next Class started in 15 minuets. We shared art so we all made our way back. 26
Mr Perspy greeted us with grins as he leaned against his desk casually. He was youngish slightly shabby hair with a mature interesting face. He was good looking in that exaggerated art teacher kind of way. To be honest I'd had a teeny weenie crush on him at the beginning of the year. He would always hover by me complimenting my art. Wanting to figure out what I meant by it. And so spamming me with a bunch of questions. That was somewhat annoying You know? When your mind goes all sidetracked aware of the persons presence at that moment and your hand hovers above the page throwing you off completely the next line you make after that is always a complete blob. 27
I draw because i find it enjoyable, I dont particulally like all those compliments. They make me feel almost like achild. Being praised for something that really wasntamaizingly good.28
"Morning ladies." He lifted the paper from his desk and scanned over it. Faye never did get over that beginning of the year crush bit and the look on her face like her heart was going to thud right out of her chest was quite obvious, I wonder if he is aware. Glancing at Mr Perspy who was making little clicking noises with his tongue, a thing he did often. 29
We had been a tad early, so A sudden rush of people entered excitedly talking about weekends or some other little thing that you would catch a word or two like "REALLY!?, I CANT BELIEVE IT!' And then it would make me wonder what it had been that was so amazing.30
The weather was odd, It wasn’t as if it was boiling but the sun was certainly there earlier, infact it was there 10 minuets ago. But a look out of the window showed a dark blueish grey glow, and rain drizzling down the glass. Wow. Rain really was lovely, how everything seemed more sharp, clear your thoughts were more creative. People pass it off as depressing and gloomy, but really look, its honestly amazing.31
Pink hair though, was the downside it would be the vibrant neon colours that couldn't be found in permanent so heavy rain would streak pink lines across your body.32
Bacon streak is the way to be.33
And that cold that almost always came with it would chill you to the extent of feeling physically ill.34
Still the rain hadn't eased when the 2 hours were up. Everyone was to meet at Elaine's at 5, which was a good few hours yet. The choice of wandering around in the cold, or going back home?. That's a toughie.35
The rain slid town my back tickling. And the wind blew icy breaths across my cheeks. I leant my head back, just taking a moment. But as I opened them again, It was like a head rush, The objects surrounding made no sense, I could barely see them. It lasted a few seconds longer than comfortable a hand wrapped itself around my arm and another rested on my back. 36
"whoah… Are you okay?" the voice sounded from around me. My legs, god how they felt unable to hold my body and there was a clammy sweat. I opened my eyes slightly drowsy, that confused feeling still there. The person held me, still letting me recover.37
"Im fine. Ital pass, Ital pass" I replied slurring my words slightly and realising I had just repeated myself. I taking a look towards my support. And there he was, a fair amount taller than my, breaking the comfort bubble rule. 38
'Mr no name.'39
Haha, how sad” I thought to myself.40
"Maybe, Maybe you should sit down, have a drink?" He hesitantly asked still gripping my arm firmly. I just didn't want all the fussing. "Sure, ill get one later. Cheers yer.. Uh… Tata" I replied realising how muddled and pathetic that had sounded. I reached down to grab my tattered bag that must have slipped.41
"Nuh uh, you know. It seems much like your avoiding me" he shot me an amused look, "So I'm just going to ignore that comment and take you for coffee, or tea or some.. Herbal thing. Whatever floats. Are you okay to walk?" he asked. This blows I thought frowning. But that choice of wandering around in the cold or home was still to be decided. This could prove to be useful.42
"SNAZ-EY!" I grinned at the pimp my ride style car in front of me, "You likey?" Hee grinned opening the door. "Yes mam! I sure do." I replied starching out making myself comfortable in in the seat.43
"Where too then?" he asked starting up the car "Costa, starbucks, coffee republic?" he questioned. Tea I could allow, no calories in tea, just the milk and sugar. "Costa, that place always smells daymn nice!" I replied. 44
The warmth and smell hit me instantly as I walked through the large red doors. There was a girl with tied back blonde hair behind the desk. Her expression changed from the bored expression it had before, to a somewhat taken back one and she grinned nervously. "Hello, can I help you?" She asked, not even glancing to me. Mr no name turned to me, “watcha wanting?" he asked. “Tea, no milk.. No sugar either please" I smiled slightly embarrassed at the fact I was currently in a coffee shop asking for neither sugar nor milk.45
"Where's the fatty goodness in that?" he pulled a face. Turning my attention back to the counter I caught the look of disgust across the girls face. Jeesh.46
"Ill have a coffee frap, thanks.” He said to her apparently not noticing the way she leaned herself across the desk at him, W.hore. Taking out my wallet to pay he frowned down at me. "Don’t be silly" he said handing over a note, "NO TAKE MINE" I burst out nudging him away with my side. "Your such a dork" he laughed pushing my hand away, "Its not even much."47
He won. 48
I hated people paying for me.49
I followed as he headed for the table furthest corner. "How strange it is, that I don't actually know your name." I said placing down my cup. "Dimitrie" He said pulling out his seat. "Its Romanian" It fell silent for a moment. Dimitrie twirled his straw around in the plastic cup, the ice making crunching sounds. He looked up, “want to go to a party?" "Nope" I replied "But I am, Elaine really is persistent and took poor Faye's moment of weakness as her chance to strike” I think this confused him as he just blinked a few times. Those were some mighty long lashes he had. And then I realised while I had been staring intently at those think lashes that rimmed his dominating eyes. That he was looking at me. Oh joy for awkward moments.50
Quickly I directed my gaze to the blonde girl trying desperately to catch Dimitrie's attention. How long I wondered had she been wiping at that table. "Dimitrie" I asked. "Mmm hmm" he replied that low soft rumble of his voice. "Just per-please, give the girl your number, or a glace a wave. Anything, her hovering is driving me mad."51
He leant back from leaning his elbows on the table and glanced around a confused expression on his face. Catching sight of the girl. The side of his mouth lifted in a sly smile. I could have bet the foolish girls heart was pumping like hell at this.52
She gave her best attempt at a sexy eye bat and bit the inside of her lip. The sexual tension was incredibly high. And so i took an awkward sip of my tea now it had cooled. At some point the had turned back to face my direction. 53
"Jesus boy, that was no wave!" I warmed My hands on the cup which seemed suddenly, fascinating. He reached out a hand to my face, cupping it around my chin and lifting it to face him. "Dear Evangeline, are we jealous?" he said in a mocking tone. An unwelcome lump had found its way to my throat. "No silly, I'm stating a point" I said, glad at the humorous tone in my voice. Yet angry that my mind had allowed him to have any sort of affect on me. No, only for a moment maybe, perhaps…54
And it was at this point I decided I should leave. Taking one last sip from my drink I collected my things placing them in my pockets and stood. “Sorry Dimitrie, but I should probably leave now.” I smiled but didn’t wait quite long enough for a reply. 55
My manners astound me.56
I made my way through the relatively small coffee shop towards the large red doors again. But he was beside me. I glanced sideways and he faced forward. 57
My stomach was aching, craving food. And gave a loud disapproving rumble. Dimitrie gave a questioning look. “Aheh” I gave a half laugh. “Sooooooo… See you, maybe.” I said turning to leave but he took a hold of my shoulder keeping me there. “Well then there’s not point in that when I can drive you.” He ignored my protests and almost pulled me along with him. And so Dimitrie ended up driving me home.58
Again my attempts at making him leave before I had gotten inside failed. As I walked the few steps to my door.59
Closing my eyes I wished for Brian to not be there. But I just knew he would.60
Hate it, I apologise for this awfully crap chapter.61
Author notes
Please, feedback maybe?
In a list
Comments
-
It's DEFINITELY not awful. I'm immensely interested in this series and can't wait for more!!
You're a very good writer. The only thing that made it not, uh, flow well was a few grammar mistakes. But aside from that, I enjoyed it lots! Yay!!
-
I'm intrigued - and it's not awful crap. It will only be that if you don't finish it. The perspective from the main character is very well written. I can relate to her as a reader and follow along her train of thought. Again, you need to work on your punctuation - you've got periods in place of commas and it's thoroughly messing up the flow of the story. Great job, and keep going.
Adding your comment:
