Didn't you read the fine print? (On Hold)

Chapter Two

Chapter Two:

Vanessa POV

I watched as the stranger walked out of the classroom after placing my books on the desk. He had practically stormed out. What had I done to him? I could have probably watched where I was stepping but he hadn’t been fazed by what happened he even stood there like an idiot, doing nothing for seconds before even helping me. I had gone straight to the floor and he had barely moved – actually thinking about it now, he hadn’t moved at all. How could that be? I walked will purpose with that much force behind my movement I would have thought I would have made someone stagger at least. Maybe I wasn’t as strong as I thought.

I swept my books up into my arms and started for the door again. It was going to be hard to run into someone this time; no one was in the classroom. Everyone had flooded out of the classroom either while I was on my face or while I was staring at the face just centimetres in front of mine. The boy couldn’t have been here all year; I would have noticed him before. A new student this late in the year, who knew they would take students here – who knew they took students this late in the year, who was this boy? Trying to shake off the thought I went to the door smiling Miss Rose. I place one foot on the outside of the doorframe, leaving one on the inside and rocked forward as if to take another step. I rocked back as if to take a step back then forward again. I went backwards and forwards a couple of times then continued walking through the door.

I made my way to my locker, continuing my walking with a purpose. Can’t slow down! I waved at Alicia as we went past each other, her long black hair brushing my cheek as it swayed.  When she was out of sight, as her locker was in the opposite direction to mine, I quickly dropped my books. I quickly went through my pockets to find my rag. When I had it out in the open I quickly wiped my cheek, three circles going anticlockwise and three circles going clockwise. I rubbed the material lightly under my nose, swiftly taking in the scent of home then pushed the cloth deep into my pocket again. I bent down to pick up the stuff I had dropped, stopping half way for a heartbeat then continuing to reach for my pile of stuff.

I had my books in my arms and started going for my locker again. Stepping quickly, just staying to the side of the pathway closest to the walls of the classrooms. Not enough sun to get burnt but not to less that I’ll get cold. I walked to my locker like I did every other day, alone. I kept to myself, huddled around my stuff, head down. I could walk standing straight, if I wanted too – I could – but it was easier to keep all my stuff together when I could see it all. I rounded the corner, slowly still keeping to the walls taking each step steadily at my fast pace. I quickly looked at my watch before taking the last couple of steps to my locker door. Eleven o’clock on the dot, a couple of minutes wasn’t going to faze me – were they? No...Yes...maybe...no... Calm down! A couple of minutes behind schedule aren’t that bad. I could feel the tear building behind my eyes. Why did I stop and wipe my face? Why was I stupid enough to step into the stranger – the handsome stranger.

I lingered on the image of the tall, dark haired boy. His fringe that was long enough to get in the way of one round, pale eye, his flat nose that somehow worked with his face, complementing his features and pale skin that was a few tints darker than pure white snow. Forcing my mind to focus on the boy calmed me; I didn’t feel the need to cry over a couple of lost minutes in my day. They couldn’t have been lost moments anyway. I had spent those moments looking over his face, memorising his features, the perfect and the imperfect. A wave of relief washed over me as I justified me staying around longer than needed to so I could look at him some more. I need to get to know this boy. I need to know who he is. Who is he?

Focusing on the image in my head of the boy picking up my stuff while I was supposed to be helping I reached out for my locker and started to turn the dial, I usually had to cover up my numbers but the new kid too over my mind. Who was he? So engrossed in my thought I didn’t realised what was going on around me until someone touched me on the shoulder. Why? If it was one of my friends, they know I don’t like to be touched but really, who else could it be. I turned quickly, unlatching my lock at the same time. There was a women standing behind me, Miss Kinderson I think her name was.