Oakley [ON HOLD]

04

A white ribbon.

A silky white ribbon messily tied around a small portion of her hair keeping the small front strands out of her face.

Right now we're in class and all I can see is the back of her figure. Yesterday night when she looked at me and I got a full view of her face it was like everything stopped. Her music hummed from her earbuds and her eyes seemed shocked and shy, her beautiful hazel eyes. Freckles scattered along her nose and upper cheekbones, a few odd ones also by her lips. Her plump rosy lips. The odd curly hair strands had slightly fallen over her eyes but I could still see them and god I could just look at her eyes for hours.

But then she rushed into her room without a word and before I could even say anything, the moment ended. I wonder if it felt the same for her?

But now we're in the only class we share in the day and all I can do is stare at her.

I wonder if her hair is as soft as it looks, I want to run my hands through it.

No. No that would be weird.

"Ahhhh I see what's going on, little miss mysterious has caught your attention again. Fucking finally" Elijah whispers from beside me. I nudge his head away from me.

I told him how I saw her yesterday and that she was the one that moved into Blake's old dorm. He literally was jumping up and down because he wants a new 'bestie' as he says and has somehow decided she's a perfect fit even though he hasn't met her. Although neither have I and I'm already fucking wrapped around her finger. She could literally do anything and I would follow her without any questions. That's what I told Elijah and now he's made it his mission to get me and her together.

I mean I'm not opposed.

But anyways, all I want to do is pull the ribbon and watch as her hair falls from it.

A strand falls from behind her ear and in front of her eyes, her hand comes up and pushes it back to behind her ear. My eyebrows scrunch together, her fingers are all taped up and little specks of blood stained through the tape and band aids.

Is that from playing her cello?

My chest tightens at the fact that she's hurting herself over that, that she had to bandage her fingers on her own. I'd help her if she'd let me.

Jeez, she doesn't even know me. Maybe I should try to, oh you know, fucking talk to her first.

The loud bell brought me out of my thoughts and when I looked back toward her my frown deepens, she's already left.

I feel a strong slap land on my shoulder.

"You we're having daydreams about her weren't you, fuck man, your whipped already" Elijah says while chuckling.

"Fuck off man...I have to know her" I said shrugging of his hand.

"I know man don't worry, I'll help you, after all she is my future bestie" he says as a shit eating grin spreads out across his features. He knows he's bothering me.

I lunge myself at him, although he slips from my hold in the last second, racing out of the class until a loud bang is heard from the hallway. I sceptically peek my head out of the room and into the hallway.

Oh fuck.

I see mystery girl and fucking Elijah both bending down picking up a book and a large cello case. Elijah says something I can't hear and she looks at him and says something back.

"Shit, again I'm really sorry. I'm such a clutz" he says as I get closer.

"Really, don't worry about it" she says, god even her voice is beautiful, it's quiet and timid but smooth, and I could literally listen to her talking all day and never get tired of it.

"Ahh Abel, great to see you man. This is my new bestie" he says with a goofy grin while placing his hand on my shoulder and looking toward her.

"Yah uh-uhm.. hi" I stutter nervously as I look straight toward her. She pulls the straps of her cello over her shoulder and readjusts her earbuds in her ears.

"Hi" she says quietly while looking not quite in my eyes. She's nervous. Oh my god she's fucking adorable.

I hold out my hand for her to shake, wanting to feel if her skin is as soft as it looks. She looks at my hand and smiles a little before grasping my hand lightly.

Tingles jolt up my arm at her touch, so light but so... there. Her rings creating a cooling reminder to snap out of my daze although when I do I notice feeling many small callouses and scratches along her fingers, and just how many bandages her fingers have on them. I slightly turn our hands to get a better look at them but she quickly detaches our hands. The warmth of her touch now missing and all I want to do is reach back and grab her hand again.

She clears her throat and nervously says "Well uhm, it was nice to meet you guys but I have to be somewhere, bye" she gives a small wave before leaving, disappearing from my gaze.

"Fuck me" Elijah blows out a breath.

"You dickhead, you fucking crashed into her and then didn't even get her name"

"Shit, I completely spaced once I saw her. She's fucking gorgeous"

"Yeah I know.... Wait what the fuck, no. Fucking no Elijah, you said you would help me"

"Relax buddy, I'm just pointing out the obvious. Don't worry I won't let her fall for my charms.. we will be strictly besties. Plus we already established that you've already fallen head over fucking heals for her" he said reassuringly while grinning and pulling me toward our next class.

"Yeah yeah yeah" I grumbled.

"Hey you notice her hands and how there was a bandage on like every finger?" I said.

"Yeah, I saw that while we were grabbing the case she had, they look like they hurt a shit ton, what do you think happened?"

"I know she plays the cello, that's what was in the case. They're probably from playing so often and from the strings. Your right they looked like they really hurt" he nodded to my response while we were walking.

"Do you think she would accept some ointment for them?" I said wondering if that would be weird since she just met me.

"Maybe, go for it. I mean the worst she could do is throw it back at you, and she doesn't really seem like that type" he said, finalizing my decision to go grab some from the pharmacy out in the town later tonight.

"Yah, you're right, ok I'll grab some later....but did you see her hair, it looked so soft and her eyes. Man, I could stare at her eyes forever, so pretty." I murmured the last part.

He chuckled. "Man your fucking wrapped around her little fingers" he said listening to me list off how beautiful I think she is.

I simply nodded because facts are facts.

He continued listening to me as we got to our next class and sat down.