Scarlet's Mate

Part Seven

My eyes lock onto his golden ones and I open my mouth to say something but nothing comes out.  I quickly close my mouth and just give him a nod.  He doesn't break eye contact as he sits next to me.  I felt as if all my senses were on edge, tingling, like I'm being electrocuted.  It isn't as painful though.

"Are you alright," his head leaned to the side, waiting for my response.

Pull yourself together, Scarlet.  I felt my face grow hot, like it was on fire and I quickly dropped my head and watched my fingers fiddle with themselves, "yeah-yes, I'm okay."

He chuckled, the sound of it was musical.  I lifted my head again to look at him, and for the first time I really noticed him.  His posture was relaxed but still he sat up straight, almost with a sort of invisible authority.  His skin was tanned, like the sun had personally kissed him.  He had hair darker than mine, which I never even knew was possible. 

He was beautiful, like a Greek god.  Actually, I think if he and Apollo were in the same room, Apollo would feel insecure. 

The bell rang, the sound making me jump and pulling me out of my thoughts.  I look at my notebook, the sketch I started seemed wrong, whatever I was feeling before has been replaced by something I can't even name.  I flip to a new page and before I can even begin to draw anything, a hand shoots over and pulls the notebook away.

I look over at the beautiful man sitting next to me and tilt my head, my eyes searching for an answer in his.  He gives me a slight smile and reaches for the pencil in my hand.  As he grabbed it our fingers brushed against each other.  Just a simple touch made all my nerves jump around like they were on speed.

He chuckled again and began writing something in my notebook, when he finished he slid it back over to me.  

'My name is Elliot Parker, it's nice to finally meet you.'

Elliot Parker, the beautiful man with the golden eyes.  I stare at the little note, unsure of what to say.  I'm sure he already knows who I am but still I write, 'Hi Elliot, I'm Scarlet.'

I slid the notebook back over and he smiled.  His hand started moving swiftly across the page as he wrote.  I looked away, trying not to stare at him.  The notebook slid back over to me again and I read his message.

'You have a beautiful name, Scarlet.  I wanted to invite you to a party I'm having tomorrow night.  It'd be a great chance for you to get to know some more people, and for me to get to know you better.  Think about it.'

I look up at him, he's looking at me pleadingly, waiting for me to answer his question.  I look back at the notebook.  A party?  Although it seems like it could be a good idea, to meet new people and to get to know Elliot, something about it makes me unsure.  The only reason I enjoyed parties so much back home was because I got to be with my friends.  Maybe I'll see if Derek will go with me, so I'm not completely alone.

I grab the pencil, 'I'll think about it, sounds like it could be fun.  Is it alright if I were to bring a friend with me?'  I push the notebook back over to him.  His face relaxed as he read my note and he quickly wrote his response.  He pushed it back over to me.

'Of course.  Give me your number so I can text you the details.'

I wrote my number on the bottom corner of the page then ripped it out and slid it over to him.  He grabbed it and studied it before slipping it into his pocket. 

RING RING

The phone ringing made my heart skip its beat.  I look at the front of the room anxiously, my breathing starts to become shallow and my palms clammy. Mr.Blake picks up the phone, "hello," he looks up towards me.  My head starts to spin and I squeeze my eyes shut.  Come on Scarlet, breathe.