While we walked along the corridors leading to my class, I had learned a surprisingly amount of information about him. His name was Calum, and he told me he'd always gone here but I guess I never noticed him. After all, high school was full of people i didn't know. Australia always had attractive guys around, but holy shit was he hot. I was intrigued by him, but he still hasn't told me why he let Michael beat him up like that.
"So..." I paused, "when are you planning on telling me why you let him beat you up?"
He laughed, "He didn't beat me up, it didn't even hurt. He was just being like that because there was a rumor that I kissed his sister."
"Well don't worry about him, he's always been that way. Why didn't you fight back? You clearly could have stopped him," I stated, looking down his T-shirt sleeves to his biceps.
He must have noticed me looking because he smiled and said, "Clearly, huh? How so?"
My face burned as I didn't know what to say. He was obviously fit, but I couldn't just tell him that. "Well," I said, noticing his soccer shirt. "Your soccer shirt. Your name is on the back. You play?"
Whew.
"Yeah, well I used to. I still play but I joined a band and so I've invested more time in that."
"You gave up soccer to be in a band?" I asked, puzzled. 'Who would choose a band over a possible career in soccer?' I asked myself. I guess he wasn't the same as any normal person I've met.
He nodded as we came to my classroom. I'd much rather have given up history class than leave this conversation, but my grades were important to me and I had to keep them up. We turned towards each other, smiling.
"Well, I guess this is goodbye for now. I hope this isn't the last I'm seeing of you," he said.
I blushed, not expecting him to say that. "Give me your hand," I said. I took his in mine and grabbed a sharpie out of my backpack. I wrote my number on his palm and let go of his hand. He looked at it and smirked. We said goodbye and I started walking in my class when I heard, "Wait! You never told me your name!"
I looked over my shoulder and yelled, "It's Rachel!"
In the remainder of my classes that day, I daydreamed about that boy. I'd only talked to him for about ten minutes, but I already felt like I knew everything about him. I've never felt this way about anyone before, it was weird for me.
But now all I could do was wait for him to call me. What a great Monday that was.
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Alright so the next part will be up sooner than I thought so YAY
All the love as always, ~R
