Angel Of My Dreams

2

Blaine

I saw her again today. Her messy hair and band t-shirt rushing to get to class on time. She's just perfect in her own imperfect way.

When I saw her at the counselors office, I had to play dumb with the fact that I didn't know her name. Of course I knew her name. I had noticed her a few weeks before she ran into me yesterday.

~~~~~FLASHBACK~~~~~

It was a Thursday afternoon, I was walking to the outside area to eat my lunch at school. And there she was, sitting under a tree reading a book. I couldn't help but stare at her. A beautiful being sitting so calmly, almost like she didn't have a care in the world. Half of her face covered by her long dark brown hair, but even from where I was standing, I could tell that she had piercing green eyes that looked as if they saw directly into your soul. Her nose just perfect for the shape of her face. Her lips. Oh God, her lips. They looked too perfect and beautiful to be human.

My thoughts were interrupted by some blonde who grabbed my arm and started rambling off about some party tomorrow night or something. I wasn't paying the least bit attention as all of mine was pointed to the girl at the other end of the courtyard.

I shrugged away the girl on my arm and walked over to my best friend Jordan.

"Hey man, who's the chick by that tree?" I asked him while sitting down at the table.

"I have no idea," Jordan looked at her, "Leah. I think. I'm not really sure though. Why?"

"No reason. I just haven't seen her around before." I stared at her for a few more seconds before tearing my eyes away and grabbed my ham sandwich before diving into it.

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Fifth hour bell rang and I gathered my things into my bag. I walked over to Jordan and Ryker, who was in my fifth hour English class.

"Hey man, so I got some news for ya." Jordan told me as he himself was packing up to leave.

"Oh really? What news would that be?" I raised my eyebrow in confusion.

"You know that girl you asked me about at lunch a couple weeks ago?"

"Uh yeah, you said her name was Leah or something like that."

"Yeah I did. Anyways, I've been asking around and I've got some dirt on her," Jordan said with a secretive look on his face. Like he didn't want anybody else to hear besides Ryker and I.

"For reals? What's the dirt?" I already knew a bit about her but I was curious what he found out.

He lowered his voice into a whisper so no one else would hear, "So apparently she's doing time with some therapists because she slapped Merrilyn Morris."

"She slapped Merrilyn Morris?!" Ryker exclaimed. Quite loudly in fact.

"Woah, dude, calm down!!" Jordan whispered yelled and covered Ryker's mouth with his hand.

"Sorry man," Ryker apologized.

"We should go somewhere else where I can tell you this without anyone else hearing us," Jordan whispered as he started to walk out of the classroom.

"Good plan," Ryker followed Jordan and I trailed behind him as we left English class.

We walked side by side through the crowded halls. We actually made it through without shoving anybody because being on the football team earns some social points. Meaning that people get out of the way while you're walking in the halls.

I was looking all around for her as we walked. I've been trying to figure out who she hangs out with to see if I know any of them so I can somehow get to know her. Most people would just think, "why doesn't he just go talk to her?" Well because she thinks I'm just some jock who happens to be popular and gets all the girls. While the jock part is most likely true, the popular part is only partly so. I'm not so popular that I have a posse. That's Merrilyn Morris. Cliché high school girl actually. Blonde, skinny, tall, rich, and not to mention a total bitch. She once convinced a girl to shave her head and then proceeded to torment her for months until it started to grow back. She blackmails too. See? Cliché. Her and her posse pretty much run the school. Oh and did I mention that she's dating the quarterback and she's the head cheerleader. Again, cliché.

The truth is, while I may have some girl "fans" the only girl I want to get to know is Leah. I haven't spoken to her except for that one time when we (quite literally) ran into each other at the therapists office. I haven't been able to stop thinking about her since.

We got out to the parking lot and we walked over to Jordan's cherry red pick up.

"Alright man, what'd you find out?" I asked Jordan while I leaned against the hood.

"So she transferred a year ago from a high school in Minnesota. She's a senior like the rest of us though. I tried to find out who she hangs out with but man, I gotta tell you, it wasn't easy. Apparently she used to hang with Merrilyn's group in junior year. But-"

"Woah woah woah. She was in Merrilyn's posse?! How did I not know this?!" Ryker shouted. Again, quite loudly.

"She was only in the group for like a week or so before she got kicked out," Jordan explained.

"Why did she get kicked out?" I asked Jordan.

"I don't know. Nobody is sayin' anything about why," Jordan said.

"I wonder why," said Ryker.

I whispered, "Yeah, I wonder why."

"Come on guys. We've got an English quiz to study for and I doubt we can do that on an empty stomach." Jordan said opening the drivers side door.

"SHOTGUN!" I shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Ugghh you beat me to it," Ryker grunted as he climbed in the back seat.

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Hey lovelies. So sorry for not updating in so long. But I hope to have a few more chapters ready for publishing by the end of this week!

Xoxo ;*