Striking Lies

Chapter Three: The eyes set to blue.

Chapter Three:

                First days, always made me lose hope in myself, always having the worries of meeting new people, new classes and teachers, new walking plan, and new cafeteria arrangements. Feeling completely and utterly lost in a cluster of people all going down the same hallway, I walk into the first open door, even though I know for a fact that it’s not my class.

Breathing heavily at first and then noticing a set of bright blue eyes staring into my green ones. I’m the first to look away and the first to do something. Feeling his eyes still on me, I awkwardly pulled out my schedule and looked at it, making a baffled face as I stare down at the paper.

“You lost?” he asks me keeping his eyes low. I nod glancing up at him and then back to the paper. He looks like the basic jock, the type that at least wears one thing from the Hollister stores, which isn’t bad considering the other guys at this school, talk about Hollister galore! With his blue jeans and maroon (Hollister) shirt that looked like they just came out of the dryer, fitting him at every angle and every line.

                “Do you know how to get to Mrs. Mayfield’s Math class?” I ask him, doubting every word I say. He nods and lets out an awkward smile, probably making it awkward for both of us. “I can take you.” He says as he walks in my direction and eases out of the doorframe. I follow him through the brightly lit hallways and around the sudden corners until we reach a dead end on a hallway. “This is Mrs. Mayfield’s room; depending on since you have her I’m guessing you have Mr. Lasting?” He asks me. I briefly look down at the paper that the secretary had given me earlier and notices that he’s right; I do have Mr. Lasting, as my English teacher. I nod when I look back into those eyes, I mean his eyes. He smirks and then leads me to a room across the hall, and then tells me that, this was Mr. Lasting’s class. “How do you know this?” I ask him, kind of regretful of my decisions so far.

“I have the same classes. Probably different blocks though.” He clarified and then looked over to my paper. I eased it over to him so he could have a better look-see. His eyes scrolled along the lines of words on my paper and he just nodded and handed it back. “Well?” I ask him, clearly wondering. He just shrugs and then goes on talking about more of my classes, pointing and listing off teacher’s pet peeves, and if their nice or not. Most of them aren’t…apparently. “Mrs. Mayfield, she has a real tenancy to click her pen rapidly in class and it bugs a lot of people!” he told me. My smile turned into a smirk, “Are you one of those people?” I ask. He just looks in my eyes and smiles; I know what he means.

                Apparently Ms. Archer just broke up with her boyfriend, so she’s a basket case. Mr. Lasting always assigns chapters to read in a book, but then falls asleep at his desk and Mrs. Kempner has a high pitched voice, due to her many years of being a music teacher.

“Down the hall is Mr. Daniel’s, which I know you’re taking Spanish so this would be your teacher.” He points in to the small window on the wall that looks into the room. A tall man sat at his desk, flipping through paper after paper. He looked lonely, with not one picture on his desk, and only a couple desks and chairs put out in the section in front of his desk.

                “Why is he so alone?” I ask. “Divorced from his wife, lost his kids in the whole custody case thing and you know he’s a teacher; doesn’t get paid much. It rips a person up when they get divorced” He tells me. I nodded and then looked back in the window. “It’s sad. He’s all alone” I speak in a low tone, barely audible, and then moved across the hall; sliding down onto the floor. He walked over and sat next to me, blazing down at his palms while doing so. “It’s okay.” He says as he pats my shoulder awkwardly. He at first brought his hand back up; unsure if his motioning toward me was alright, but when he noticed that I didn't care he ended up resting it there. Usually I would shrug someone off me, I hated the simplest touch of someone else, but something told me not to flinch or shrug it off, it told me to stick with the warmth of his touch, so I did.  I nodded back up to him, “Sorry.” I breathe out. “Guess today just isn’t going so well for me.” I smile when I look back at him. His eyes showing bits of green in them now, but as quickly as I notice it, they had already changed back to their bright blue color.  He bit his bottom lip and then stared into the windows of Mr. Daniel’s classroom. “Don’t tell anyone this.” He says as he looks at me, breathing in and out in a hazardous way. I nod and then look at back at the door. “I envy the ones who I hate.” This made my confused. “Okay, like my friend Liam. He has everything he wants, his parents don’t fight, they are all together, happy, wealth, and he gets every offer to a collage.” He paused. “But he acts like he doesn’t care about any of it. He drinks and drives.” I cringed. “He acts like a complete and utter idiot, and he uses girls.” He gasps as he slings his hands in between his knees, holding them up. “I would gladly take his life over mine, but at least I would care.” He said as he leaned his head back so it was against the wall. He shrugged. “Don’t tell.” He whispered and held out his pinky for me to latch mine with.