Chapter 2 - Blue-Eyes

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She looked at me. Not once, but twice. She was staring at me. The most beautiful girl I have ever seen in my life was a couple lockers down from me and she stared me with those bright blue eyes. Obviously she was out of my league and she seemed to know it. I spent all day thinking about her freakishly large yet beautiful eyes that seemed to stare into my soul. Everything about her screamed confident badass but her eyes-they seemed to hold pain.

I asked to leave class early since I'm new and I used the "I didn't want to be late for my next class or get lost" excuse to see if I can talk talk to blue-eyes. I desperately find my way back to my locker.

I need to talk to this girl.

Jokes on the teacher, I have first lunch rather than second lunch today, meaning I won't be late to any class. I learnt that due to the size of the school, there are two separate lunch periods so that all the students fit in the cafeteria. I can only hope that blue-eyes has first lunch too.

I pretend to be looking through my locker, occasionally checking if she's around. Soon, the hallway is almost empty and I decide she probably has second lunch today. I swing my locker shut in disappointment and begin to walk towards where I think the lunch room is, until I am stopped in my tracks by a pair of cornflower blue eyes which make my heart race. She opens her locker, unaware of my presence, or maybe just ignorant to it.

"Hey, I'm Adam." I say to her nervously but keeping it cool on the outside.

"Ah, the so-called gentleman has a name then, does he?" she teases humorlessly which brings a small smile to my face.

"Yes, I just wanted to apologize for my inexcusable manners towards a proper lady." I say in my poshest accent which earns a light chuckle from her. Her small laugh quickly turns back into her grim expression.

"What do you want, Adam." she sighs with a bored look in her eyes, emphasizing my name.

"You definitely looked at me this morning, twice actually." I gulp feeling a lump in my throat. "And I just thought maybe we could get to know each other, you know?" I fidget with my bracelet nervously biting the inside of my cheek

"I look at a lot of people, that doesn't mean I want to get to know them." she says with a slightly amused tone.

"I know, it's just-" I begin

"It's just what?" she smirks, obviously enjoying my struggle. "A lot of people want to get to know me. Problem is, I am not willing to get to know every new kid I meet."

"Are you implying that I want to sleep with you?"

"Well, aren't you?" she says with a slightly flushed face. Aw, she's embarrassed.

"Well, I wouldn't necessarily mind getting in your pants, but I was leaning more towards hanging out, just the two of us." I gnaw on my lip anxiously watching her study me with amusement.

"I don't date," she states simply looking bored again, as if she's dealt with situations like this multiple times. She knows she's hot, she knows she's wanted. But what really draws me towards her is that she doesn't do bullshit, she just gives you the truth. No fake laugh and annoying-ass giggle girls do while flirting. She gives you the flat out truth on a silver platter, with a side of sarcasm.

"Tell you what, Adam" she says shutting her locker, her blue eyes meeting mine, sending a shiver down my spine "We can hang out, but not alone." I furrow my eyebrows in confusion. "I'm going out with some people friday night, to a party actually. You can come to if you promise to not be a nuisance."

"Alright, so we're going to a party with a group of people, just as friends?" I question. She looks me dead in the eye with a grimacing expression.

"I don't do friends, Adam." she snarls before walking away.

"Wait, what's your name?" I shout for her to hear. She turns her head and smiles cheekily before turning the corner of the hallway and disappearing from my sight. I sigh at her perplexing attitude and run a hand through my floppy hair. At least I get to hang out with her this weekend.

I smile to myself and shut my locker, making my way towards where I think the cafeteria is.

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