I watched her remove the pack of Marlboro Smooths from her bag as she slipped one in between her teeth, she was fumbling around in her bag for a lighter. She pulled out a black lighter and lit the cigarette with one flick of her thumb. She exhaled slowly, her dark lipstick staining the end of the cigarette. She sipped her coffee as she crossed one leg over the other conversing with a boy who seemed too immature for her intelligence. Like he couldn't comprehend her extensive vocabulary and her beautiful words and the way she put them. As you can tell, I'm deeply jealous of this immature per say "child", he has the one thing I want most, her. She was the most gorgeous person I've ever seen. The way her long black hair fell past her bust, her pale skin in the sunlight, the way her eyes sparkled in the moon light. She was perfect, but she wasn't mine. I know that if I tried hard I would eventually win her over. It's not that I want her but it's that I need her. She's the only one that can show me the light in my darkest days. She actually tries to make me happy, unlike the other poor excuses of girls I've dated before in my past.
I sat at my desk tapping my pencil against the plastic so called "wood." She walked down the row slowly, as she walked by I got a hint of what her perfume smelled like, lilacs and honey, she also smelled like cigarettes. I wanted her to quit, but I knew I couldn't stop her, I loved her, but she was a chain smoker, and I was just another pack of cigarettes. The flowers in her hair were a dark velvet color, just like her lipstick. Her makeup was dark and strong for her features. Her hair was perfectly curled and bounced with every step she took. I watched the other girls glance at her in disgust, but I knew why. They were jealous, every single one of daddy's spoiled princesses had something to be jealous about and it was her looks, her witty remarks, and her intelligence. She sat behind me that day in World history with Mr. Jones.
I sat there in class daydreaming the whole hour when the bell suddenly rang and brought me back to reality. I stood up gathering my things off of my desk, stacking my books on top of each other in a neat pile. I scooped them up in my arms making my way towards the door when I felt someone tap my shoulder. I turned around to see her, Skye face to face with me. "Can I help you?" I asked hesitantly. "Just wondering if I can get my pen back." She said as she smirked. I handed over the pen, her hands were as cold as ice, while mine were hot to the touch with anxiety. She placed the pen in her binder and made her way out the door, her curls still bouncing with every step she took.
I walked down the hall towards my 5th hour Pre Algebra class, dreading the work that was about to be put in front of me. It's not that I was bad at math, It's just that I could only handle so much of it. I sat down in the very back row right as the tardy bell rang, I opened my notebook and borrowed a pencil yet again. I started writing the problems on the board and answering them one after another. "r/10 + 4 = 5" was the first problem I wrote. I glanced out the window by the old back building where they used to hold all the remedial classes. There was a large old oak tree by the side of the building. I glanced down to notice Skye was sitting there with a cigarette in one hand and a book in the other, she had a coffee cup next to her. I wondered what she was doing since she had gym this hour. Then I felt stupid for even wondering because it was so obvious that she was skipping. She didn't even try to make herself less noticeable. My hand shot up quickly.
"Yes, Alex?" Mrs. Terra asked.
"May I please go to the restroom and then to the nurse please, I feel nauseas."
"Yes you may Alex." I hurried out the door and down the steps towards the back stairwell door so I wouldn't get caught leaving. I opened the door and got a cold greeting from the wind itself.
I walked towards Skye, slowly. "What are you doing out here Mr. Goody goody?" I chuckled in a sort of annoyed tone.
"You looked lonely, so I thought I'd break my perfect attendance record for you, Miss. Rebellion queen." She smiled and marked the page in her book and closed it.
"So what are you doing out here in the cold?" I asked.
"Same thing as you, I got bored," She responded. She pulled out a cigarette and handed it to me. I grabbed it and thought, "hey, why not?" She handed me the lighter and I flicked the sparks up. I lit the cigarette and nearly choked to death on my first drag. She was laughing at me while my face was turning bright red. I put it out and threw it somewhere into the field behind me, unknowing of where the little embarrassing devil stick went. I stood up and offered her my hand. She batted my hand away and stood up on her own. Gathering her books and thanking me for the denied offer.
I smiled, "I think we should start making our way back inside, don't you agree?" She glanced over at me and nodded her head sternly. I started walking towards the door and held it open for her as she walked inside. She thanked me and walked up the stairs hurrying towards her next class.
I sat down in the 2nd to last row of my chemistry class looking at Skye and her immature little joke flirt back and forth, like he was trying to make me jealous. He knew I loved her, he has known for quite sometime. I'd known Skye since 3rd grade and we were bestfriends up until freshman year, when he came into the picture. I didn't pay attention to anything that whole class period. I just got more angry as the minutes ticked by.
The bell rang and I made my way out of the door when I heard a voice say, "Hey look, It's the little boy who thinks he is sooo in love with Skye! Ha! You know she would never love you, you're a nobody!"
I turned around to see Korie looking at me with his evil little smirk. He walked up to me, so close we were touching chests.
"Listen here Alex, I saw you outside with Skye today and don't think for one second that I think you're over her. If I ever see you talk to her again, I'll knock the living s-" One loud thump was heard and that was it, I knocked him out. He hit the ground with one punch.
I looked down, and said "I'd like to see you try and even go against me." I walked out of the door and went to my locker, throwing my things into my bag and slamming my locker shut. I walked out of school towards my car and turned on the engine. I sped out of the parking lot and drove as fast as I could. I didn't want to go back. I didn't want to face Skye, I knew I probably upsetted her quite a bit with my violent reactions. I knew she wouldn't love me now. I felt like a complete idiot. I never wanted to go back.
Friday rolled around the corner and I finally got the nerve to go back to school. I went about my normal day and thought nothing of Korie or what happened wednesday. I walked into Pre Algebra and sat down in my normal spot. It was then in that class that I couldn't stop thinking about what happened and what I did. But the thing was, I didn't feel bad. I felt good about it. I've been wanting to do that since 9th grade. I knew I would eventually have to apologize so Skye wouldn't hate me.
"Hey, I wanted to thank you for what you did..."
"Why are you thanking me for laying out your boyfriend?"
"Because, he's been treating me like shit forever. I haven't had the nerve to say anything to him about it."
"Oh, well, you're welcome."
"Alex, are you do anything this weekend? Because if not I wanted to know if you would come over and like, hang out or something like that... "
"I would love to Skye."
"Great, see you then."
