Sinematic(Devin Sola)

1

2005

My leather combat boots finally hit the icy ground of the outside world. I swiftly move out of the way as everyone flee's the premisis. Christmas break is a time where teenagers like to push you into lockers and don't give a fuck about anyone but themselves. Becuase who cares abot the 4'11, black haired, emo girl. Not that I'm emo, its just they like to think that I am, no matter how much I tell them otherwise.

I stick my earbuds in my ears to blockout the school nonsense. The sweet sound of Brandon Schieppati's voice filling my ears. My feet start moving as my brain reminds me about the dinner my parents are having tonight. It's almost a dinner party for my dad's co-workers. I look down as I walk, watching the weird prints in the snow how they go from dog foot prints, to shoe foot prints, to tire tracks. My skin starts getting puffy from the cold, I hate stupid allergies, I hate stupid Scranton. I sigh a bit and look up, just in time to walk into a human being.

"Fuck, I'm so sorry!" I squeak, my voice dry from not talking all day. I look at the person to see their mouth moving, but I can't hear because my ears are being blasted with music. I pull the buds out of my ear, just as the person finishes talking.

"Sorry, I didn't hear what you said." I say a tad quiet feeling a bit intimidated by this gigantic human, he's gorgoues though.

There are two lip rings on his bottom lip, one on each side of the protruding skin. His eyes are beautiful, they're swirled with brown and gold, with lighter flecks of gold. The hair that drapes around his face is cut into a very light fringed the back spiking up with red streake through it. He honestly looks like your stereotypical emo boy. That says a lot about my taste, doesn't it?

"You're fine, I wasn't watching where I was going." He says, his voice coming out a bit lighter than I would've expected.

I nod in a reply, the anxiety I have from meeting new people rising. My head tilts down, avoiding any more eye contact, the feeling making me, well, anxious. What can I say, I'm a shy human being, especially when I meet new people.

"Are you alright?" The boy asks causing me to flip my head up, a bit in shock that he's asking that, and curious as to why he's asking.

"Yeah, uh, I'm fine." I stutter a bit, my stomach tying itself into knots.

"Are you sure? Your eyes are all puffy, like you've been crying." He points to my eyes, a small frown taking over his lips, actual worry written in the features of his face.

A small groan leaves my mouth, my arms reaching up to my eyes to rub them a bit.

"I'm fine, I'm allergic to snow, or the cold." I say removing my palms from my eyes. I probably just made it worse by rubbing them, oh well.

"How the fuck are you allergic to snow?" He asks his eyebrows furrow and rise.

"I don't know, I couldn't tell you." I shrug my shoulders, still unsure of why my face reacts this way to the cold.

"Are you sure you're not just one of those emo kids that think they're allergic to everything that's not black?" He says with a small grin, obviously trying to lighten the mood from the awkwardness.

"Look who's talking." I reply, my eyes scanning his body up and down quickly, but noticeably.

"Yeah you got me there." He shrugs another grin rising on his lips, his teeth showing a bit this time. "Sorry if that's rude to say, I get awkward when I see a pretty girl." He says, reaching behind his head and scratching his neck, the awkwardness very evident.

"Funny." I roll my eyes and walk past him, not really in the mood for games right now.

"What do you mean? Where are you going?" He asks, his feet padding behind me.