You
Meeting you is one of the highlights in my life
Carter Louis
17
6'5ft tall
top of the class. Also gifted with many artistic and athletic abilities.
His father is a veteran professor from a top notch private university and His mother was a famous singer in Hollywood. Lived a very humble life in a normal neighborhood. Grew up as an only child.
As I sat at my seat, first row and three seats away from the first seat. My I catched the glimpse of a new pair of eyes. Maybe she's a new student or a substitute teacher. She's tall, have long golden brown hair that shines even under the fluorescent light and a bright yellow headband.
"Yo, Carter, isn't she beautiful?!?" my friend Yuan states louder that usual, I look around and find everyones eyes on me. I glance at the girl in front, she's standing next to out teacher, holding her mouth and looking down as if she's forcing herself not to laugh.
"oppss is the too loud?!?" he says again with the same tone as before. I swish around and nodge Yuan's hand sitting on his table and he just chuckles.
At noon as I sat in the cafeteria with my friends. we are about seven--including me-- but two of them are still in their classes so the five of us took turns in turning our heads at the new students. And yes that girl from our class is one of them.
I found out that she was from another state, her name is Rose Williams and She's sixteen years old. After she introduced herself, she sat in the farthest seat from mine in the very last row and at the very last seat.
After a few days, of sitting in the same class. No talking, just exchanging glances by accident and walking pass each other at lunch. No other interactions and that ends today.
I am the first one in the classroom. I buried my face to my desk, tired and exhausted from PE class. Then the door quickly opened and crashed close, I don't look up. Pretending I am fast asleep. My act must be convincing, since whoever the person that came in, comes close to my seat with steady and slow tiptoes so I won't "wake up".
When I feel that THAT person is next to me, I quickly grab THAT person's wrist with my left hand and I feel THAT person flinch. Smooth skin, soft, sweet perfume--its Rose.
I recognize her smell from all the moments that we pass by each other.
I slowly look up at her and it's actually HER, Rose.
"what are y–" she pressed her index finger on my lips and she glares at me as if saying "lower your voice"
A small smile formed in my lips. And she retrieves her finger from my lips.
She looks around outside the window, ducking down whenever a person passes by. Still holding her wrist with my left hand, I pull her down, making her squat in the floor.
I look at her, dead in the eyes. "what are you doing?" I whisper, also ducking down to her level so my head won't be seen through the window.
She looks at me with speaking eyes as if saying "help me". When the door slides open, I grab her waist and make her sit on my lap. She's lighter than I expected. I move my right hand from her waist towards her neck. With swift motion, I move my left thumb over her lips and kiss my thumb—eyes closed—making smooching sounds.
It might look dumb up close, but I guess it works.
I hear the door close, I open my eyes, move my head away from hers and move my thumb away from her lips. I look towards the door and see no one.
When I look back at her, her eyes are wide as if she just saw a ghost. A smirk escape from my mouth and I tilt my head to the left.
"are planning on stay like this? Or do you want me to make IT real?" I asks and she quickly stands up.
"W-why did you... W-what... Y-you jerk!" She almost stutters. She's trying to contain her anger, which is kind of cute.
"I just helped you, you're welcome" I lean to my seat, examining her. She looks like she's trying to figure out something to say back but she also looks relieved. "Now, you should go or if you're planning to stay, it's fine too, you can look at my handsome face while I sleep."
She cringed a little and rolls her eyes then walks away. Slamming the door behind her.
But why is my heart skipping so fast?
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Mystery / ThrillerOriginal short story by The_diary_project book cover Photo by Elijah O'Donnell from Pexels TW⚠: death, mental illness 17 year old, Carter Louis, lives alone with his family in a nice neighborhood. Have a lot of friends, good grades, live a normal li...