Opal
The car ride was awkward, to say the least.
Connor and Elizabeth were in the front seats, and Oliver was sitting next to me in the spacious backseat. The tension in between Connor and Elizabeth was so strong it was almost tangible. Elizabeth hadn't explicitly told me of her feelings toward Connor, but it seemed very obvious to me. I had always been hypersensitive of other people's, well, crushes, for lack of a better word. The windows were rolled down and I couldn't hear anything so I just shoved my earbuds in and spaced out, looking out at the greenery rushing past my window.
The place we would be camping was still about forty-five minutes away, and I already felt extremely out of place. Connor and Elizabeth were laughing and smiling and blushing at each other in the front, and I wished they would just confess their feelings to each other so I wouldn't be stuck in this thick, tension filled air. Elizabeth had dragged me here so she would have someone to talk to if things between her and Connor got awkward, and I couldn't say no when she asked me, with her pleading but lovesick face.
Now I am almost regretting that decision.
I look over at Oliver. He was new this year, and is friends with Connor, but I didn't know how close they were. He had his eyes closed, immersed in the music he was listening to - I could tell, he had earbuds in and was bobbing he head slightly - and I took a moment to study him. He had dark auburn hair, the kind where you can only see the red in the sun, blue eyes, not the ice blue most girls go wild for, a more deep blue, with flecks of silver within and a ring of black blue around the edge. His skin was fair, slightly paler than most, a straight, masculine nose, pink lips, and straight teeth, with the exception of a chipped front tooth. His hair was thick and messy, longer on the top. He had a lean, long, soccer player's body. All in all, very attractive, in my opinion.
Ahem. Almost regretting that decision.
He sighed and leaned his head on the window, and I looked away. He looked like he might have regretted his decision to come along too. I looked at Elizabeth and Connor once more and inwardly sighed, switched to my classical playlist, and closed my eyes. Pulled my feet up onto the middle seat, put my head against the window. Maybe I wouldn't feel so out of place if I couldn't see or hear the situation I was in.
Turns out it didn't help. I could feel the lovey-dovey tension in the air. I could smell it in Elizabeth's Miss Dior perfume. I kept my eyes closed anyway.
