Under Developed

Chapter 2

I make my way slowly through the crowd of people, pushing past anyone and trying to avoid any physical contact. I finally make it to my locker and pull out my lunch box while placing my backpack inside the small locker. The locker is so small it barely fits my bag, shaking my head slightly, I turn around closing the door in the process and make my way to the outside lunch area, I have a designated tree that I go to everyday to get away from most people except the occasional book reader which honestly I don't mind because they are quiet and don't bother me, it's like we have this mental agreement, I'll avoid them and let them read if they make sure to avoid me. Climbing up into the tall branches I sit on my usual branch and hang my lunch box on one of the smaller branches that pokes out of the tree. I reach down and begin fiddling with my camera, I have no idea how many pictures I've taken in this tree, let alone of this tree but it's to many to count, it just brings me peace hearing the small click as I press the button. I start adjusting the aperture to focus on a middle leaf that's in between a bunch of others; aperture is probably my favorite camera setting of any camera. I press the button and smile, excited to see how it'll come out later. Snapping a few more I quickly eat my lunch and climbing down. Without realizing it I always end up leaving little to no time to eat because I play with my camera so much. Not that I mind, it's not like I pack much anyway. I pull out my phone and take a couple digital pictures of the tree before turning to walk inside, I was stupid though and forgot to look up while walking so I ran into someone, he grunts and I start to fall but right when I begin to prepare myself for impact, nothing happens. I open one eye and see a boy staring at me and I become overly aware that I'm in his arms, my cheeks begin flame red. He smirks down at me before pulling us up straight, although he doesn't let me go, he just holds me into him while he continues smirking. I go to take a step back and he releases me.
"T-thanks" I say stuttering before I attempt to walk past him. Just as I think I can leave without saying much a hand grabs me by the waist pulling me back.
"You ran into me darlin, do I get to at least know your name? I think I deserve that much." The guy says with a wink, the wink sends a shiver down my spine but I quickly gain composure, who does this guy think he is anyway? Calling me "darlin" what type of nickname is that anyway? Oh wait, I forgot I guess that isn't really a nickname is it?
"L-Leah" I manage, god why can't I just have a normal conversation without stuttering? I mean not that I would want to have a conversation with him of all people; I eye him up and down. He's wearing black skinny jeans with a plain white t-shirt, paired with a black pair of vans. Okay so maybe he's not completely bad looking but definitely not my type.
"Liking what you see there darlin?" I snap out of my thoughts and immediately blush again, but there's that name again. I hope he doesn't plan on addressing me like that every time he talks to me. Oh right, I don't have to worry about that because he'll never talk to me a second time, no one does. I shake my head slightly before I dart past him, he must have either been shocked or just not have cared because I don't get pulled back again, although I think I may have heard a slight chuckle. I might have been wrong though. I finally get inside and immediately get lost in the crowd of people as I find my way to my next class.

•Picture is the bad boy