On the other side of Edens garden

Jaime's P.O.V

Finally it's my last year in this hell hole. I've had my ups and downs, mostly downs. I've had my share of girlfriends I'll admit but, I gave my heart fully to them and in return they broke my heart. You know why? Because they wanted something I couldn't give them, my virginity. I was heart set on saving it for the one. They didn't feel completely right and I guess I was right about that.

I loved the start of a new year. The sweet smell of the freshies. I could practically see the fear and over confidence radiating off each one of them.

I always hated my classes. I chose not to do most of my work last year which stuck me in junior and one sophomore class. Yeah okay I was still getting my A-G requirements so fuck it. I only had one thing in mind, cars. The way they looked and purred as I rode them down the street. It gave me chills just thinking about it.

But this year felt...felt...like it was going to be different. No, not because I'm a senior. It just felt like there was something big coming and I was scared, I'm not prepared at this age.

3rd - 6th are my favorite classes of the day. I get to see that long auburn hair for four straight classes. I can tell she is knew because I haven't seen her before this year but she was so little. A measly 5'4 compared to my 5'8. I know that doesn't seem tall but to me I feel like a giant compared to the common short fragile girls nowadays.

I was scared to even talk to her. I know, Jaime, the tomboy, was scared to talk to a girl. I was scared that I'd meet her, really like her, and then she turns out to be just like the rest.

NO, I will stick with my plan. I will take hers before she tries and takes mine if it comes to it.

The bell rang and I stood up quickly trying to follow her.

The rushing students to get home came fast and endlessly. I simply said "make a path" with such force but not above a whisper and kids made a bubble around me slowly moving with my every step.

I saw the scream escape past her soft rose lips. The frustration and sadness evident in her voice. I felt what she felt. I knew what position she was in. No friends. New school. Confused on who she was. I could sympathize with her and wished no one felt that way.

I stood right in front of her and acknowledged the interpretation she may have but continued standing my ground. I yelled for all the kids to move out of the way and they cleared like cockroaches when you turn on the light.

I turned around hoping she wasn't mad at me. When I completed my 180 I met those striking dark green eyes. They roamed my body freely and I enjoyed it. I smirked and cleared my throat obviously grabbing her attention. I guess she was unaware of what she had been doing until I cleared my throat because the minute she understood she was stumbling over her words like a tongue tied fool.

It was cute when she did it.

"Let me stop you there." Raising my hand suggesting that she stop talking. "There is no need to thank me. I was once in your position and know the frustration that you feel."

Yes I loved to see people struggle but.....damn it!!! I'm already developing a crush. Might as well just go with what I started.

She was crying and I said the only thing I could, "are you okay?" She frantically touched her face thinking something was wrong. It dawned upon her that she had been crying. "I'm sorry I'm so emotional sometimes and...." I called her name softly but strong. "Love look at me." That finally caught her attention and I was once again dazzled by those striking green eyes.

I couldn't decipher what she was thinking.

"Don't apologize for being you, embrace who you are for one day when the time comes you will need to stand up for yourself." She didn't say anything and I was worried I said something wrong.

In the blink of an eye she was clinging to me. I wasn't sure what to do. I'm not good at comforting people. This was moving to fast for me. We just met but I wasn't going to start judging her now. I think I eased into the hug but I couldn't tell. I hugged her back a little hard but gentle enough that I didn't hurt her. I missed this type of a relationship. The intimacy of every touch and the emotional connection with every word spoken.

The hug was long and I enjoyed the love that radiated from her. I was grinning from ear to eat until I felt her slowly release me from her caring embrace.

She extended her hand towards me, I took her outstretched hand and shook it as she formally introduced herself. I complied and did the same as well. She thanked me and I whispered you're welcome and than we parted ways.