The Kidnapper's Girl (On Hold)

Chapter Three

Two Hot Guys are Better than One

Crammed to one side of the building, and desperately trying to catch a better glimpse of the guy were a group of either sophomore or junior girls watching Christopher. They giggled and laughed to one another, each playfully shoving and daring one to go up to him. Their obvious flirtation almost made me sick.

But I guess I couldn’t blame them. Christopher just had that affect on the opposite sex, all girls’ school or not. As I watched them above from the second story window of the art department, I finally noticed how good looking he really was, and how plain I felt in comparison.

I gazed at the window now, not to stare at Christopher, but to evaluate my own reflection. Cheeks a fair peach they could hardly be called rosy, and long blonde curls that danced past my shoulders. My eyes –the thing I disliked the most– were a murky brown, nothing like my parents who possessed such beautiful hues of green and hazel. Mine just looked flat; boring along my features, and as much as I wanted to wear colored contacts to conceal them, my parents never allowed such a thing.

I looked away from the window, dissatisfied. There it was, the one thing I hated most about myself, was the long scar that streaked down from the bottom of my right ear to my chin. It was faint now, and I had grown my hair long to be sure it stayed hidden, but I could still feel the line as if it had marked me for good. It was a constant reminder, never to fade away.

I sighed, getting up from the art stool and placing it back under one of the wooden desks. Katherine, a girl who moments ago was a part of the giggling girls pack, appeared in the doorway.

“Rumor has it you know the yummy boy outside.” Her bright green eyes sparkled, and I felt jealous for a second.

“Yeah, he uh, sort of came here to pick me up.” I smiled, a little embarrassed. I kind of liked the way she seemed envious of me; like I was someone great to look up to.

Katherine squealed, grabbing my arm and looping hers through mine. She began leading me out of the empty classroom. “You must tell me the *dets.”

I looked up, thinking. “There isn’t much I know…” I mused. After all, I’d only been officially introduced to him yesterday.

“Well, do you know his name?”

“Yes.”

“Then spill!”

Though I loved the attention I was getting, I suddenly didn’t want to tell her what his name was. It was something special to me, and just imagining Katherine thinking or calling Christopher out didn’t make me feel too happy.

“Well?” Katherine probed, stopping us midway down the hall. I’d forgotten how she’d looped our arms together, holding me captive.

“Joseph.”

“Joseph?” She looked up, as if testing the name in her head. I wondered if she somehow just knew with those pretty emerald eyes that I was lying. “Joseph, hmm. I sort of pictured him with something more…Oh well, I’m sure he has a nickname, you know?”

I nodded, relieved and she started walking us down the hall again. She asked me several more questions –questions I didn’t have answers to– about Christopher, until we were outside on the school’s main entrance.

Her group of giggling and nudging girls were still in place, but this time they watched the door as Katherine and I approached, arm in arm. I felt rather nervous as she led me toward the girls who I hardly even called my classmates.

“So, I think that’s enough talk about Joseph. Perhaps we should invite him instead?” Katherine asked me as the girls turned ecstatic and adored how she had gathered his first name already. Then they all turned to me expectantly.