With Just One Look (BoyXBoy) ON HOLD

Chapter 1: The First Encounter

AN: If anyone reads this, please let me know your thoughts. This is just a random idea that popped into my mind and I'm not too sure where this is going to go in the future. Thanks :)

maliasoftball1995

Chapter One

Damn, this class is boring. What's the point of taking history anyway? I'm not planning on becoming a politician or anything, so why is it required? Hell if I knew. Now, basic math and science? Those could be useful. Even English has its moments, but history? Get my point?

Anyway, now that that's out of the way, here I am, sitting in my history class and bored out of my mind. The only thing even remotely interesting is to stare out the window to my left. Who knows, maybe one of these days something will happen while I'm watching. All of this spacing out made it so I didn't notice when my teacher, Ms. Callaway, turned to the class, asking a question directed at none other than myself.

"Are you listening to me, Mr. Reid?" She questioned. And what was my smart remark? Well, obviously, she knew I wasn't paying attention, so it was no surprise when I turned to her and said, "What?" It resulted in the class filling with chuckles. I was caught red-handed.

I heard a voice to my right mutter out a "busted". What no one knew, besides Ms. Callaway and myself, of course, was that I currently have a 109 in her class (thank you bonus questions). I may hate history, but I have a photographic memory, which of course lends a hand to my other courses as well. All I have to do is look over the materials once. It's a great time saver. I have all A's in my classes, my lowest being a 98 in AP Calculus.

"I asked who shot first in the Battle of Fort Sumter, but obviously you-" Ms. Callaway repeated, sounding a bit irritated.

Before she could finish her sentence I answered, "The south. Well according to our text books that is."

She should have known I would give the correct answer. The entire class was shocked into silence, I think partially because I interrupted her in the middle of talking, a huge no-no for most students. I could have laughed at the gawking faces though. As I said before, no one knows how smart I am. Teachers don't always mind my interruptions as long as they are answers. I hate to show how smart I am. I mean, you see it all the time. Once someone knows you're smart, they try and take advantage of you. They ask you all kinds of questions, like the answer to a problem on homework or even ask you to do their homework for them. That is not for me.

Ms. Callaway nodded. "Correct. Mr. Cross, who-" Mr. who? I never heard that name called before. I didn't let myself think about it too much, after all I really don't pay attention to names, just faces. Whatever. I stopped paying attention to her words again and stared back out the window. After what felt like a life time, the bell rang, signaling the end of class. Next up was AP Calculus.

When I walked into my next class, about three minutes before the final bell, Mr. Smith (obviously the teacher) asked me to bring a couple papers to the office. Being the nice guy I can be, I agreed. Anything to make time fly just a bit faster. When I walked out of the classroom again, I noticed an unfamiliar face in the hall. I know what you're thinking, I can't know everyone in this school, but it is a small school, and remember about that photographic memory of mine. Anyway, everyone knows everyone around here, but not always names. So when you see a new face, you know it. It's a rare thing to happen here, but it has happened before.

The new kid was about 6'1" (definitely taller than me) with dark, almost black, hair. From where I was standing, I couldn't make out his eyes. Oh yeah, I never said the new kid was a guy, did I? I had to admit, the new guy was kind of good looking. Dark hair and pale skin, with a cool sense of style. You know, if you are into guys and all. I noticed he got quite a few girls' attention already. I looked back his way and jumped in surprise. He was leaning against a locker and met my eyes.

His eyes were piercing through me, making it hard to look away. Now I could tell that his eyes were blue, but not the regular blue, but the really-light-that-they-almost-look-fake kind of blue. That's not all either, plastered onto his face was a smirk that said he knows exactly what I was thinking, even when I didn't know myself. Then I noticed, he was starting to walk my way. Without thinking twice, I turn around and continue walking to the office.

Before I could reach the office door, which was literally four steps away, someone grabs my shoulder. Turning around slowly, I am met with those same piercing blue eyes, only this time, they are right in front of me. I hate to say this, but at five-foot-nine, I had to look up to see his face completely.

"Hi there," he said. His voice was deep, yet rich. It made you want to listen to it for as long as possible. Damn, I never knew someone could make me feel like that. Definitely none of my teachers have had that effect on me, no girl either. He was unique. The guy chuckled softly when I didn't say anything back, but looked toward the door. I could feel a slight blush warming my cheeks. I'm not very good with the whole "communication" thing. "No need to worry. I'm not going to hurt you or anything. You just... Intrigued my interest."

"Really? With just one look?" I replied, voice laced with sarcasm. Like I said, I suck at the whole communication thing. If I speak, then usually it is either rude or sarcastic. Only a few people in this world have been able to push through and stick around for a while. My ex-girlfriend, Hilary, and my best friends Jackson, Marie, and Daniel, for instance. Well, I guess Hilary doesn't really count. She only put up with it for a couple weeks. Only long enough to get what she wanted I guess. To make her exe jealous. I don't know how it worked, I mean, dating Mr. Shy isn't exactly a thing to be jealous over.

The other three I grew up with. Jackson was my next door neighbor. We've been through everything together: first detention, first broken limbs, first times with girls, and even first heart break. You name it and we've talked to or been with the other when it happened. He's like a brother to me. Marie and Daniel kind of were brought in by Jackson. They didn't really like me at first, then they just kind of got used to it. I try not to be so snide around them now. I definitely am more comfortable being around them now. They kind of helped me get through a lot. We all became close, but not quite as close as Jackson. I don't know if anyone could get as close as him.

"Well no, it's just that no one has ever spoken to me like that before. Usually they are too dazed to reply for at least for a couple minutes. Or make some comment about my eyes," he laughed at some memory.

"Okay... Well I have to go... you know... finish what I was doing before you grabbed my arm. And you may want to get to class. The bell is going to ring in about a minute. Don't want to be late," I turned around and grabbed the door handle.

"Right, I'll go, but only if I get to see you again. I mean, maybe I can sit with you at lunch or something?" He seemed adamant about talking to me, and a bit full of himself. He seemed almost sure that I would say okay.

"I don't care what you do, it's your funeral either way," I turned the nob and entered the office, leaving the new guy behind me. Once I gave the papers to the office lady with a sweet smile plastered on my face, I left the room. New guy must have headed to class after my reply because he was nowhere in sight. Haha, it just hit me. I never asked him what his name was, and I didn't give him mine either. Well, doesn't matter now.

I walk back class and take my seat. This is going to be an interesting day.