Only for you

Asher

I watch at she gets up and collect her belongings. She's careful and flows with her movements. I watch her walk a short distance towards, what I guess where her friend sits. Her friend is pretty as well. Her blonde curly hair flowing just past her shoulders. Their outfits are the same color but worn differently. I wonder if they planed that. I watch as, oh yeah, I don't know her name. I look around the room to the other classmates and look at them minding their own business. Some just rush out the room. Others wait for friends and than some just stand around and talk. I look back at her and watch her walk away. Leaving me behind to watch her walk away from me. Her body is perfect as well. Perfectly portioned. I smile and look down at my papers and walk to my next class.

Chemistry is my next class. I don't mind chemistry. It's not that bad. The walk to class isn't that far though. I look through the crowd for her but I don't spot her. I look towards a group of preppy looking girls. They've never been my favorite. Most guys like the sporty, preppy looking girls. I've never been like that. I find them annoying and the same as every other preppy girl. Looking down on others. Talking bad about the people that walk by them. Wanting attention from all the sporty guys. That's how everyone was at my old school, seeking attention. I can't really talk bad about them when I'm the same. I like the attention. Just not preppy girls. Maybe that's why I am so mesmerized by her. She has a mysterious aura around her. I want to know her.

I almost miss the entrance from my class. I walk through the door and scan the room. I see her. I see her sitting by herself all the way in the back of the room. She looks at the other people and pulls out a pencil. I notice her quickly glance at me with a blank expression, wait not blank. She's trying to keep a blank expression but she's surprised. I smile slightly and walk to the teacher Ms- Ms.Ray. She's hunched over her computer in the front corner of the class. I walk towards her and watch as her face snaps to me and lights up with happiness. Seems to be in her late thirties. Blue eyes with black hair. "Hello, you must be Asher, correct?" Yeah that's me. I smile towards her. "Well, welcome to chemistry with Ms. Ray." She turns to look out into the class. "I have three open tables. You may sit with anyone who peaks your interest." Got it, thank you. I keep my conversations with authority figures short. Not my favorite people. Never have been. I look towards a girl in the front row with her head down. I turn my eyes to the guy that is currently on his phone smiling while typing out a text. Than I look to her. She has her head down drawing on paper? No not paper, the desk. Can she draw? I walk towards her forgetting all my other options. This can be my only chance to know her.

She picks up her pace with drawing. Hey. I'm Asher. It's nice to meet you. I introduce myself and look down at her. She studies me. I take this time to study her back. Her eyes are indeed a blue that has been mixed with green. She has a few freckles that peak through her makeup. Her lips part from each other. "Hey." Her voice is smooth and dry. She looks up at me and blinks waiting for me to say something else. May I sit here? She looks at me and blinks turning her head to look at the other tables in front of her before turning back to me. "Sure." I pull out the stool and sit down looking at what she's drawing. I can't tell yet but it looks like she was making faceless people. I can see a few body outlines but no faces were attached. Would you like a piece of paper? I'll open the door for her to talk to me. More like open the door for me to be able to come into her life, even if it's just for a day. She stops drawing and flicks her eyes to me. She looks at my binder, than back to me. "No thank you. I'm just going to erase it anyways. But thank you." I watch her force a smile. It's almost flawless but I notice the lifeless form in her eyes. Empty. She takes her finger and swipes it over the drawing and it disappears with every stroke. I watch it disappear before me and look back to her. She looks down at where the drawing once be and looks back to me. She looks over my face as if contemplating as to what to say. "Esmeray." Huh? I've never heard of that name before. I look at her and watch her form a more realistic smile but the emptiness hasn't left her eyes. They are still dull.

"My names is Esmeray. It's nice to meet you too."