Ment to be?

Rian

First thing I do is find out my schedule is, as for the supporting brother of mine he run's off find his group of friends and leave me there. I have no idea where my class room is, where my assigned locker nor where Gerry went. 'Don't fret it you are strong minded and self sufficient and you got this no need to run after your brother like a lost puppy' I give myself a pep talk as I walk my way around the corridor trying to find my locker.

As soon as I find I unpack my stuff and look around to see if anybody is rushing as the bell rung and I hear a collective bang of locker hit close. Now I haven't looked around to see where if my home room is nearby so I start to sweat and stress that I am going to be late on my first day no less.

I need to get to room number 402 and I start looking around to figure out what level this is. Seniors are in a different corridor and I don't want to go and ask Gerry for help. Hell know's I might need to look around for him anyway so I make my way on my own. The second bell rings and I start a slow jog and looking every which way at the classroom number posted above the doors.

"Urgh I so going to be late for homeroom" I murmur under my breath as I try to keep track of the numbers passing by. As I am looking at the numbers I don't notice my surroundings so of course this will be my luck and I jog like a crazy girl, mom would say young lady, me not so much but yeah.

One minute I running the next moment I meet a wall and I'm on my back sprawled like a starfish."Urgh what the actual ffff just happend." I screech look up at the lights hang from the corridor roof. The I look up and make eye contact with stormy blue eyes and blond hair. Can you drown of humiliation in blue and his beautiful yeah I said it. Then I decided before he sees me blush I lay my head back down on the floor.

"Dude, can you like note stare at me like that?" I ask as I stare up at the lights. I tend to say what I think and it gets me in trouble sometimes aw well most of the time, but I'd rather be honest than fake. Just like mom I think os is it dad.

"Hey cheeky you ran into me so yes I am going to stare. You need any help like the nurse or a hand to help you up" he asks in the most heavenly deep voice with a hint of laughter.
"Nah, think I will rather lay here and die of humiliation, don't worry about it my friend the floor will keep me company until death pulls me under. Thank you very much." I reply.

And if hos voice ia heavenly his laugh is like angels but I give in a start howling my own laugh cause his is contagious and my thought are a bit wild at the moment so I think I have a concussion or I am hysterical. One or the other.

He holds out his hand and helps me up as I dust myself off he gathers my books and backpack and slings it over his shoulder and wait for me to right myself before speaking again.

"I'm Ray." He introduces himself and wait and look at my eye expectantly but I forget my name or something cause I am kind off lost in those eyes and he looks questioningly at me.

"Oh right I am Rian." I say but every time I introduce myself I wait for questions to fall. Mom is Richén and Dad Riaan they came to America from South Africa so we kind of have those names thats a bit strange to pronounce, they both are Afrikaans and its like our second language at home so yeah weird.

He doesn't look puzzelled or like there is a question just waiting to be asked. He smiles and looks at me with those deep sea blue eyes like a storm on the Atlantic waiting to rain down.

"Thats a cool name Rian, something different and not usual around these parts." He smiles at me and it feels like his looking into my soul and finding my secrets all in one look. I feel like the heat in my cheeks are going to let my face melt off. But I look away and say thanks and smile back at him.