The Boy With Green Eyes

Chapter 1: All The Small Things

"There was a time I used to look into my father's eyes."

The opening chords to Swedish House Mafia's 'Don't You Worry Child' blared from my docking station and I woke. I hated normal alarms or beeping so music it was. Lightly dancing around my white and purple room, I brushed my hair and picked out my clothes for the day. A black tank top with denim mini shorts and black canvas shoes completed my ensemble. Sure I was a girl, but I didn't care so much about appearances. They can only get you so far in life. I examined my fully dressed self in the mirror. I was average. My hair was naturally platinum blonde, much to the jealousy of my friends, my eyes were a hazel colour. I was average height, average complexion, average figure. I had curves in the right places, but I wasn't model worthy at all. 

Shrugging, I clambered down the stairs, following the wafting smell of bacon and maple syrup into the kitchen. "Hi mum!" She stood at the stove, watching the pancakes and bacon cook.  

"Morning honey, did you sleep well?"

"Sure did!" Liar.

"That's great, now eat up or you'll be late for school." She piled the food onto my plate, allowing me to drizzle maple syrup over the top of everything. Don't judge until you've tried it. Conveniently, as I was finishing my last mouthful, a car horn beeped from outside, signalling my ride. I scrambled to give my mum a kiss on the cheek and headed outside, grabbing my bag on the way. A sleek red car was parked at the end of the driveway, my best friend Amity in the driver's seat. She propped up her sunnies on her head and called out, "Hurry up girl! I want to buy a coffee before school starts."  

Amity was a coffee addict. She had at least five cups a day when no one was around to stop her. So most days it ended up being two or three cups instead. She had jet black hair, the complete opposite to mine and the bluest eyes you've ever seen. Other than our hair and eyes, you could say we looked like twins physically.

I climbed into the passenger seat, just yanking my seatbelt on when she tore away from my house. "Sheesh Ames, calm down."

"...You calm down."  Such a great comeback. We drove to the nearest Starbucks and Ames threw a wad of cash at me. "You can go get it for me. And buy something for yourself," she winked at me. I rolled my eyes and chuckled before heading inside and ordering a caramel latte for Amity and an iced chocolate for myself. While waiting for the order to be made, I went and sat on a nearby couch, gazing off into space. We were seniors this year. It was already a couple of months into the school year, but the work load hadn't piled up too badly yet. The whole school was getting a bit antsy though. It was drawing ever closer to the one year anniversary. One year since that damn bus tore through the school.

A deep male voice broke me out of my thoughts. "Order for Terrie?" I walked over to the barista who grinned cockily at me. "You Terrie?" 

"Yeah, that's me." I looked the guy over. He was pretty cute. Brown hair which swept across his face adorably, soft brown eyes and a great body. Not that I was looking or anything. The guy handed me the two drinks before taking a napkin and scrawling something on it. He gave me a really cute half smile before speaking, "I'm Cole. Call me." He winked before moving on to make more drinks for the next customers. A little in shock, I walked slowly back to the car to find Amity fixing her makeup in the mirror.

"Coffee is here Ames," I sighed. She really was the opposite to me. She cared about her appearance for sure. To be fair, she only moved to the area a few weeks before the school year started and we hit it off as friends right away. Montgomery High had become instantly smaller in student population. Gradually as new families moved to the area, it grew, but we still only had around three hundred students. For an entire high school. So yeah, it wasn't much. Many families had moved away from the area after the accident, unable to be reminded of what happened. There was still no logical explanation for the 824 incident.