Don't Leave Me Lonely

chapter 6

Flynn's POV:

Winston pulled up to the school and I immediately hopped out after yelling a quick goodbye. My sister took her sweet time getting out as I waited by the front steps for her. Eventually, a couple of my mates came up to me and pulled me away so I ditched my sister to go be with them. Just like every year, we loitered around the lockers scoping out the crowd. Many of the girls from my grade and above greeted me flirtatiously as they passed. I tried to be polite, but it was kind of degrading to be treated like meat on a stick.

I turned my back to the hallway and began to dig through my locker and put away some of my back up pencils I had brought from home with me. My friend Josh let out a low whistle at some girl he saw in the hallway. "Flynnie, we got fresh meat. Definitely from the states, I can tell by the tan." Josh said, clearly intrigued by whoever the new girl was. "Josh, I could care less about some random brat from the states. I mean, we get transfers all the time, it doesn't exactly mean that they aren't from here. Stop being a creep and tell me when you're coming over for the party this weekend." I shut him down quickly, not wanting to engage in the lewd conversation.

I sighed to myself as the first bell rang and I realized I actually needed to sit through hours of lessons again. Hopefully this year the routine would change and something actually interesting would happen at this desolate school. I headed into my first class and immediately sat myself in the back of the class near the window. I strategically chose this seat because it made it harder for anyone to stare when I was behind them. Not that it actually stopped anyone... but anyways I took my seat and rested my head against my palm as I waited for everyone to file in.

Last minute before the tardy bell rang, a girl stumbled in. I looked up slightly and my breath caught in my throat. It was her. It was the girl who had plagued my thoughts ever since I'd seen her at the markets. My mystery girl. Blood rushed to my cheeks as I thought of the barely started sketch I had of her in my sketchbook. Now that I was seeing her in person again, I noticed how many subtle details I had gotten wrong. I would have to go home and fix them later.

I watched as the teacher spoke politely with her and she graced a delicate smile on her face at something the teacher said. She turned towards the class slightly and let her eyes wander. I secretly hoped she would choose the seat next to me, but I also didn't want her to because I'd probably make a fool of myself. In the end she ended up choosing a seat in the middle of the room, closer to my side but not exactly near me. From this angle, I could stare at the back of her head and analyze her body language.

My teacher promptly began to hand out the syllabus and go over what we were going to be doing this year. I tried to pay attention, but all I could focus on was the fact that my mystery girl had flaunted right back into my life and was sitting in my line of vision. I still didn't know her name which greatly irritated me. I wanted to get to know this girl and find out who she was and why she had taken over my heart and mind so easily.