Our sparks

Our first proper meeting.

I never could have known how my life would be until I fell in love with Daniel Parks. Who is Daniel? He's a sweet young man who is a Junior at my high school. We have a couple of classes together, but we don't talk a lot. He's so much taller than me, around 5'11 (while I stand at 5"3) and he has a nice build. His facial feature is strong and stern, his lips full and soft. His dark complexion compliments his deep brown eyes. His hair is only little black stumbles atop his head, leaving none of his gorgeous face hidden.He is such a nice and handsome guy, everything about him is absolutely perfect. His smile brightens the whole room and his personality is something you see once in a blue moon. I wish I could help him with the one major problem he's been having.Everyone has seemed to turn against him. Why? You see Daniel is openly gay, not to mention a African American student and most of the school is harassing him, to the point that he assumes every kid is against him. Even his friends turned on him the second they found out he was gay. His smile is super rare to see at school ,and his personality is slowly being locked away. I want to talk to him, and help him through these tough times before he is gone for good. The only problem I have is talking to him. What if I mess up, will he still like me?
After math class I walked towards him, butterflies fluttering wildly inside my stomach. I pushed my brown tufts of hair out of my face, only to have it fall back over my eyes. "H-hey Daniel." I stuttered out, damn it all I can't mess this up. He looked at me with those brown eyes, clouded over with emotions injected into him by the cruelty of this world. My heart nearly split in two. "Yeah?" He asked bluntly, probably assuming I was going to make a gay joke or say something racist or be just a total dick to him. "I-I'm Corvin, I was wondering- um- if you- Um crap- would you- would You like to maybe be friends?" I squeaked nervously, my voice cracking as if I was a broken record. I was a complete mess, shaking at me knees (which had gone completely numb). His frown faded into what seemed to be a relieved smile. His eyes brightening, as if some of the fog had disappeared revealing a rich chestnut brown. Good god I could stare into his eyes for hours, days, years, an eternity. "Oh, nice to meet you Corvin." He greeted me in that lovely deep voice of his. His voice sent shivers down my spine, and I fell in love with him all over again. I felt my cheeks heating up, a sheepish smile spreading across my face. "Ni-nice to meet you t-to Daniel," I pushed the words through my lips. My hands were clammy, and sweaty.I continued to play with the earbuds in my pocket, to try to keep myself calm. (Which wasn't working very well) "Thank you for the offer Corvin, how about you sit with me at lunch," he offered, sounding so damn formal. I felt my face get even hotter, I felt like I was going to burst I was so anxious. "o-ok, see you at lunch." I blurted out, and without giving him anytime to reply I bolted off to my locker.

I slammed my head against the metallic locker door.
what the hell was that!?
I completely blew it! Now he thinks
I'm some weird mental kid, I ruined my chances of ever dating him. I slammed my fist next to my head. "Hey Cor, something wrong?" A soft voice piped. I looked up, my eyes met with Sam's concerned gaze. Sam is my best friend, he transferred to America near 4 years ago, as well as this school. He came from Italy, and it showed through his thick accent. He tried his best to fit in with everybody, but even with his best efforts people treated him as if he were a minority. "Yeah, I fucked everything up!" I exclaimed, a feeling of hopelessness hung over my head. "It couldn't have been that bad," Sam said, furrowing his bushy brown brows.
oh but it was. "Yeah! Not that bad, he thinks I'm nutty!" I cried out. I knew I was right, Daniel is just so amazing and everything I'm not. "He? Let me guess....Daniel Parks?" Sam guessed, amusement dancing in his bright hazel eyes. I rolled my eyes at him, I had told Sam all about my big crush on Daniel. In fact, I told Sam everything. When we first met I only told Sam my secrets because he couldn't understand, and it was good to get them out. Now I got so used to telling him things that even though he understood I still told him. "How'd you know?" I replied sarcastically. He chuckled and placed a hand on my shoulder "What don't I know," He said cockily, obviously not
catching my sarcasm. I felt tears prickling in my eyes. "I was so weird! I gave him a terrible first impression. He probably thinks Imma creep," I blurted out, feeling utterly lost. Samuel rubbed my back the way he does whenever I feel bad, a soothing comforting method. "you're over thinking it, I promise," he tried to reassure me, My beliefs weren't changed. I know Daniel thinks I'm a blubbering idiot. I let my hands slid down the locker, falling limply at my sides. "Let's go to English," I told him dully. He sighed, when I was upset he knew their was no reasoning with me. We started walking to English together.

Soon lunch arrived, and my butterflies got worse. Now was the time I was supposed to finally get to talk to Daniel. I hastily stuffed my binder, and books in my locker. I Slammed the locker door shut, before running down the hall to the Commons. I bolted into the crowded area, into the sea of people. When I arrived I slid in a seat, taking big gulps of air. I closed my eyes, my breathing shallow as I slumped in my chair. I forgot to mention one little thing, I have Asthma and I don't have an inhaler. "hey you ok?" A deep soothing voice whispered to me. I nearly jumped out of my chair, Daniels face was just nearly inches away from mine. He cupped my pale cheeks in his hand, his brows furrowed in concern. "I-I am uh-f-fine." I stuttered out. He leaned in, slowly, I felt my heart pounding hard in my chest.
Ba-dum Ba-dum.
I closed my eyes in anticipation. I felt his cool forehead come in contact with mine. My eyes shot open, he was checking my temperature?
"You're cheeks were getting red." He stated, giving reason for his hot behavior. "I-I am?- I-i mean they are?" I muttered, my breathing still hitched. He nodded slightly, moving slightly to press his cheek to mine."you feel warm," Concern was thick in his creamy voice. His smooth skin touching gently against my heated skin. I had always imagined myself this close to him but never actually seen it as a reality.
"PDA, you two move away from each other and keep your hands to yourself." A loud high-pitched voice ordered us. We jumped apart surprised by the sudden scream. I had been so enveloped in his caring touch that I had forgotten where we were. "Sorry Ma'am." He apologized for us both. "Yes yes, just remember school rules." Ms.Abele squawked. she's a rather dainty lady, her nose like a large mountain on her thin head. Her tiny bulging eyes behind thick glasses pointed at the very end like the stereotypical teacher. Her graying hair pulled back in a tight bun only a couple strands of hair falling in her face. She wore a big red polka-dot dress, and black dress shoes.
I felt my heart beating hard and I vaguely wondered if anybody else could hear it. I knew I blew it again, or Ms.Abele blew it. I hate this so much, I wish I knew what Daniel was thinking. I looked into his deep into his brown caring eyes.
Was he truly worried about me?