The halls began to thin out, kids poring into classes left and right. I continued my even walk down the long corridor, ignoring the glances from the snickering cheerleaders, and hid my face with my hair. My father decided to pack up our bags and leave from Texas, and travel all the way to Virginia. He told me that he couldn't live there anymore, not without remembering her. I had been here for a week, and everyone knew I was the freak. I hadn't told anyone about my mother, feeling as if it had been my own secret, that no one else could no.
I climbed up a small flight of stairs, turning down the hallway my first period was, when I felt something crash into me, pushing me to the ground. My papers went everywhere, and I flinched when I felt a hand on my shoulder.
I sat up, and turned to see the attacker. My eyes widened a bit.
A boy stared back at me, ice blue eyes filled with concerns. The moment our eyes met, I felt shocks.
Literally.
I jumped back, slamming into a locker. He quickly squatted down, grabbing my arm.
"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry, are you ok?" His voice sounded pained, and I turned to look him in the face.
"I-I'm fine," I stuttered. Way to make yourself look like a idiot, Mabel, I thought. I ran a hand through my hair, and studied his face.
He had a handsome face, staring me down with those mystical blue eyes. His nose had a elegant curve to it, and his jaw seemed to be set perfectly.
He was beautiful.
His hair was a shade of dirty blond, and was shaggy, I guess what you could call a skater boy hairstyle. Usually, I was so unimpressed with boys who did their hair like that, but it fit him perfectly.
He held out his hand, and I willingly grabbed it, standing up. As soon as I managed to stand, I lost my footing, and fell into him. He caught me, and I was pressed against his chest. I felt my face get hot, and looked down.
"Sorry, I'm c-clumsy," I managed to get out, and he smiled a bit. "It's ok, we all have our moments." He strode over to where my papers flew everywhere, and picked them all up. He smiled, and handed them to me. "I believe these are yours." I gave a weak smile, and took them. I inspected his body while he was picking up the papers, and I noticed he wasn't over built, but enough to be considered strong. "What's your name?" He asked, staring at my face.
I stared him straight in the eye, and whispered, "Mabel."
"Well Mabel, I'm Joshua. It's nice to meet you. And sorry tackling you, in a way." He held out his hand.
I shook it lightly, and smiled.
"I have to go, but I'll see you around, ok?" Joshua said, walking off.
I hope so.
