PENUMBRA

Chapter 3

A girl saw next to me in Algebra II and French II and walked me to the cafeteria at lunchtime. The fact that I was two years old than her, make me feel small, but smart, as she could only talk about boys and her love for perfumes. She was petite, but taller than me by few inches, but her light curly hair made her a little bit taller than me. Her name was Hannah, I smiled as she chatted about teachers and classes. We sat at the end of a table full of her friends, whom she introduced me to. I couldn't memorize anyone's names. Besides of Mike, the boy from English, and Ashley, they seemed like outsiders compared to others on the table. Mike waved at me from across the table. It was there, in the cafeteria, trying to make conversation, that I saw him for the first time ever. He opened the door from outside, making the wind blow his caramel hair. His yellow, almost hazel, eyes scanned the room as if he was looking for someone, making me sitting straight. He went to the line to get food, his tray almost full, after seating down, he didn't touch one inch of his food, instead of he drank something out of his black bottle, keeping his face. There were no dark cycles under his eyes, unusual for teenagers, as if he had the best nights ever. But all his perfect hair, nose and angular, made me dream in wave. I couldn't stop staring at him, a mysterious aura around him, something screaming dangerous from him, but something was pushing me against him. His face, breathless, beautiful. His body looked like a playboy body, absolute stunning. So tall, strong. If someone told me he was a model I would belief, I never saw such a handsome man before.

"Who is him?" I asked Hannah.

As if he knew I was talking, his eyes meet mine, as I felt a shock through my body, giving the chills. His eyes, with deep mystery behind them, looked so pure, almost as if it was trying to tell me something, a story. I gazed down to my tray, as I noticed Hannah looking over to see what I was talking about, but I supposed she already knew from my tone – suddenly he looked at her, making her look down at me, I looked at him once more, seeing his eyes scanning from head to tone, making me feel even more smaller. His dark clothes matched my un-colorful clothes, but I looked cheap compared to his style. I turned to Hannah, her face covered with distress – it was as she was the one who looked at him first, I slowly looked at him, seeing a smirk on his face, knowing he liked the reaction he had on Hannah, made me uneasy.

My neighbor laughed humorlessly, looking at the table as I did.

"That is Andrew Wright. He moved here three weeks before you did."

"He is good looking."

"I know," Hannah aggresses with a fake laugh, "He moved here with his uncle and the new hot doctor Maxwell. Rumors says they came from Europe. His uncle is super gross rich, like extremely rich, I bet you can tell by his clothes," Her voice carried indifference with a hint of jealousy, "I heard his parents died many years ago in a accident", she said under her breath, making me glance a him, only to see that his eyes are already on me, his smirk vanished, with the black bottle on his reddish lips.

"Who is their uncle?" I asked.

"Matthew Wright. He never leaves their house; Dr. Maxwell is the one who everybody sees it. They always keep to themselves."

I gaze at him quickly, "He don't look young enough to be high schooler, maybe a sophomore in college."

Hannah looks funny at me, "Well, Andrew is seventeen, only one year older than you", she crosses her eyebrows.

"Well, if he changed his style maybe he would look younger", I said trying to light up, but tensing after seeing Andrew's frustrated gaze on me.

Hannah looks at me funny, "It's Andrew Wright, he is the dream of every girl here. He's handsome and so hot, but don't waste your time with him. He doesn't talk with anyone. Seems like no one is good enough for him." She sniffled, a clear case of elbow pain. I wondered when he'd turned her down. I bit my lip to hide my smile. Then I looked at him again. His face was turned away, but I thought his cheek looked lifted, like he was smiling too. Few minutes later, Andrew left the table in a hush with his small backpack and bottle, his very elegant. He didn't look at me before leaving, and I don't know why that left me empty.