The Forseer

Elaina

His lips are inches from mine and his hand is caressing !y cheek. While I struggle to keep myself breathing evenly and he smiles. That smile instantly took my breath away and melts my heart. He chuckles at my face turning bright red and brushes his pale pink brush mine. Then he...

Beep! Beep!

My alarm sounds as I sit up in the bed with beads of sweat
rolling down my face. This is the third time I've dreamt of this mysterious guy that makes me go weak in the knees. Which is crazy since I've never actually seen his face because it's always covered by a shadow.

It has to mean something right? But what?

As I stare into the mirror I wonder if the first day of my senior would be anywhere near as spontaneous as everyone says it will be. As if I wasn't even there but somewhere else; I straighten my long wavy chestnut hair, apply a light layer of base and a thick line of eye liner. Then I put on my BFF necklace and prance over to my closet to decide what to wear. After contemplating many choices and throw almost every article of my closet on the floor which makes it look like my closet threw up. I settle on a pair of worn out blue jeans with a hole in each knee, a white V-neck T-shirt, and a light weight black jacket, accompanied by a old ratty pair of black converses. I start gathering up my binder and books as I hear the horn from my bestie Cherry's brand new red convertible mustang; that her parents bought her for her eighteenth birthday. I automatically run down stairs with everything in hand, grab a granola bar, and dash out the door.

"Hey Cherry!"
"Hey Elaina!"
As I buckle my seat belt she asks: "Are you ready for school?"
"Ya! You bet!" I say energetically as I give her a sarcastic glare.

Walking through the double doors feels as though I was stepping foot into a prison. Cherry and I say our goodbyes as we go our separate ways. As I make my way to the principle's office to quietly enjoy my first period, office aid, I pull up the hood of my jacket and put in my headphones.

While blaring the inspirational lyrics of Paramore blast into my ears so loud that my ears begin to throb. I go through the glass double doors and make !y way to the big cushiony chair next to Mrs. Dabree, the principal's assistant, and start doodling on a pad of sticky notes. I am lost in the music enough to doodle the guy from !y dreams; unaware I am even doing it. Once I realize what I have done I feel Mrs. Dabree tap my shoulder gently. I quickly pull my headphones out of my ears, wrap them around the iPod, and stow it away in my jacket pocket. As I get up I quickly crumble up !y drawing before anyone sees it and toss it into the trash.

"Yes, Mrs. Dabree. What can I do?"
But just as I speak I see a dark mysterious guy in front of her desk.
"Elaina this Raymer I'd like for you to show him around and to the classes y'all have together."
"Yes, ma'am." I say as I pull down my hood and grab my stuff.

Mrs. Dabree hands me Raymer's schedule. I quickly look it over I realize we only English class together.

As I walk beside him through the main hallway I get extremely nervous and I can't put my finger on the reason why yet. I have to force myself not to stare at him him like a deer in headlights. Finally after having an inner argument with myself I decide to sneak glances of him through my eyelashes. After doing it a couple of times the thought of his eyes coming in contact with mine made me tremble so I immediately look away. His rugged God appearance that is accompanied by his mysterious yet alluring demeanor makes him seem oddly familiar; like I've known him all my life. The silence between us is one of those awkwardly frustrating moments; where normally your sitting in the car and you blast the radio the loudest you can go just to drown out all the empty silence. I only wish there was a radio to blast so instead I decide to strike up a conversation.

I studded out: "Where did you move here from?"

The silence plagues air between us so I return my gaze back to floor instead of on him.

Then his crisp husky voice cuts through the air: "California."

I swiftly stop dead in my tracks and stare at him as if he is a four headed creature from outer space. In that exact same moment instant his crystal blue eyes connect with mine and a jolt of electricity runs through me. I finally take in his whole appearance which includes his beautiful golden California tan which makes his eyes go ablaze. Along with his brown shaggy hair that frames his face and his pale pink lips are enticing. In that nanosecond I realize he has the exact lips of the guy that resides in my dreams. Is this the same guy?
Only the sound of his voice snaps me out of !y trance of surprise and I realize I've been staring.

"Are you okay?"
"Yeah. Sorry. You just remind me of somebody." I apologize as I begin walking again and he follows suit as I continue: "So why did you move to Texas?"
"My dad got transfered to a better paying job."

For some reason I am craving to know more but I make myself turn the conversation to our tour of the school.

"This is the science and math hallway." I state as I point to the designated hall.

We walk a few more feet and I say: "This is the history hallway." I point to the next hall.

Then I point to the hall at the very end of the long corridor we have been walking and simply say: "That hallway right before the library is the English hall."

As we stroll past the reflective windows of the library I quickly glance to see if his facial expression has changed or if any of this is absorbing into his brain or if this is a waist of my time. But I'm thrown for a loop when he is looking straight back at me. The moment our eyes meet in the reflection of the glass he jolt of electricity runs through me again and I get a strange urge to touch him. To prevent it I quickly look away and hurry pass the English hallway to the foreign languages wing.

"This is where you'll go for Spanish."

Then we walk through the glass door adjacent to the language hall, down the sidewalk that runs along the building to the bus loop, turn, and point to a huge out building.
"That is where you'll go for athletics."

We return to the inside corridor and I trudge past the gym and assistant principals office to come face to face with the clear glass double doors of the cafeteria.

"This is where you'll eat lunch."

He suddenly came to a halt, as his books and bag scatters to the floor, his eyes squint shut, and he is massaging his temples with the tips of his fingers.

"Raymer, are you okay?"

As grunts come and ho he falls too his knees in excruciating pain. Without hesitation I quickly go kneel by his side.

"Are you okay?" I ask as I touch his shoulder.

With no help I move over to kneel in front of him as I take his head in between my hands. I gently pat his cheek and repeatedly say his name until his eyes open and meet my gaze.

I bring my voice down to a whisper and simply ask: "Are you okay?"
"Yeah." He says as he starts to straighten out his face and he continues: "Sorry for freaking you put. Its just... I get really bad headaches."
"Raymer, that was worse than any headaches I've ever seen."
"Elaina, could you just hand me the water bottle out of my backpack?"

I search the rubbish of his bag and books to find a bottle full of deep purple liquid.

I hold it up to the light and inspect it as I ask Raymer: "Is this it?"

He semi snatches the bottle as he says: "Yes, thank you."

Then he chugs a quarter of the questionable liquid.

"What is that stuff?"
"A old family remedy to cure headaches."
"It looks like cold medicine." I say with a girly giggle.
"It kind of tastes like it." He says with a half smirk.

He took another sip and starts gathering his books.

"So... do you want to eat lunch with me and my friends?" I ask quickly before he regains his full intimidating persona.
"Sure." He says with a half smile.
"Okay, we have English next period. Do you remember where that hall is?"
"I think I can manage."
"Okay. Well I have to run get something from my from from my locker. I'll see you in class."