Kathy Williams was seemingly unnoticeable. She was not what you would call popular. Kathy was more of a quiet girl. No one picked on her, but that was probably because no one bothered to even care. No one really knew her, she never talked to anybody. There was a mutual understanding in her grade, that Kathy Wiliams was best off left alone.
That was until somebody new came into Kathy's life. Somebody special.
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*3rd person perspective.
Kathy was on her way to class, when she bumped into him. Harry Walsh. He was in her biology class, but they never really spoke. It would be a plain lie to say Kathy hadn't lingered her gaze a little to long for it to be an innocent one on Harry. She has yet to know that his gaze on occasion has been reciprocal.
"Oh," she fumbled, "I'm sorry." She looked up and only then realized who it was standing in front of her.
"Oh no, sorry. It's me who should apologize." He said apologetically. Their eyes met swiftly, and she felt warmth spreading on her cheeks.
"Are you also on your way to class?" he asked.
Startled, she answered "Uhm, yes I am, biology right?"
"Yeah" he went.
Kathy and Harry accidently tried to walk through the door at the same time. They were squeezed together tight. As a reflex Kathy put her hands to his chest to push herself off of him, and she felt every sculpture of his body. She looked up and met his eyes, and apologized immediately.
He again told her not to apologize, and that obviously he was at fault. Ladies first you know he said. She fumbled over her words. His chest had imprinted on her hands. He was still looking at her. Perhaps awaiting an answer. She felt his gaze upon her, and when she met his eyes, she could not help but feel beguiled. No no no Kathy, your imagination is getting the best of you.
"I.. No, it's alright." She laughed akwardly. "It's fine"
His gaze was still locked on her, and she felt trapped by a suffocating blanket of temptation. Where was this coming from. From her head? Or was it real? His expression was a bit undecipherable.
"Let's go in" he then said.
"Yes, please" she said. Perhaps a bit too eagerly. No matter; the relief of that conversation ending was worth it.
Kathy sat in her usual spot in the back, and Harry joined his friends in the middle row. They didn't speak until the day after, however, nothing else but Harry Walsh was on Kathy's mind until they met again.
She laid in her bed that night. Window wide open. The thick humid air weighing her covers down, wrapping around her. She said up and leaned on her windowsill. Staring into abyss, she couldn't help but whisper his name into the midnight dew.
".......Harry"
