Cold Blue Eyes

Chapter 2: River

I go to a new school. My parents think that moving will solve all of my problems. Moving solves nothing. So far everything is the same. Still have no friends of course. I don't really care.

I go to this school called Chaska High. It ain't bad. Definitely bigger than my other school. At least things settled down a bit. Haven't seen as much messed up shit lately, but I still have this twisted anxiety hiding inside me. Every time I expect something, it isn't there.

Actually, I have met people. I just don't consider them friends. They are nice to me though, and I don't even know why- I hardly say anything to them. Their names are Charlie, Shelby, Kaili, and Harley. Then there are others, but I can't remember their names. Oh yeah. There's River.

It's been several weeks. So far nothing super unnatural has happened, so that's good... I guess. I can't really stand my paranoia because I feel someone's presence nearby, and I can't tell whether it's my imagination or not. But I can hear the sound of breathing, barely audible. However, when I look around frantically, I see nothing unordinary. What ever.

My friends (I've decided that they're close enough to be considered "friends" at this point) seem to think I'm strange. They can't seem to mind their own business. Yeah, I'm peering around me at all times, but it's not that unusual.

"Watcha doing?" Charlie asks. "Searching for your crush?"

I mutter, "Fuck you," and he laughs, but it's not a joke. He pisses me off.

For some reason, they seem to think I'm cool enough 'cause in some of my classes they wanna be partners with me for projects and stuff, so it's fine, I guess, even though I do most of the work.

There's one chick that I'm doing a project with called River. She wants to come to my house for it 'cause I told her I have all kinds of supplies, which is bullshit. Why did I do that? Maybe it's her eyes. Oh what the fuck... Now I have to go to the store and buy supplies. Ugh.

River comes over the next day. It dismays me that my parents act so surprised and ecstatic to see me finally bring someone over, especially a girl. I have to hide my face because I'm blushing from humiliation.

River and I head up to my room where I stashed all of our suppplies to create a cell model.

"Dude, you weren't kidding when you said you have a ton of supplies."

Her voice is so soothing. I laugh awkwardly. "Yeah." Why do I have to be so awkward? It bothers me that me and River are alone together; it's just weird and uncomfortable.

She sets up our materials and sets to work. I gaze at her goregeous grey eyes. She has sleek platinum hair with bangs swooped across her forehead. River is slender with the perfect body... round buttox... firm tits... I feel this sudden urge to grab her breasts and squeeeze them in my hands...

"Hey, um, are you gonna help me or just stare at my chest like a little perv?" she snaps.

Caught off guard, I feel heat arise in my cheeks. I haven't even realized that I've been gaping at her breasts. Smooooth. Feeling utterly maladroit, I say sorry, then tell her I have to use the bathroom.

In the bathroom, I stare at mky distasteful reflection. I've made a complete fool of myself. Why can't I control myself? This is terrible. Discomfort floats throughout my body. My hands are shaking. This sucks.

When I reappear, she is placing clay upon a styrofoam ball for our model. Taking a deep breath, I step in and help her. The clay is soft and cool to the touch. For a while we work quietly. Silence swallows up the room, and I feel like I have been sucked inside its heavy depths. It feels gawky. I hate it.