A Beautifully Stupid Story

Two Hearts Meet

AMARA

I like to think that I know everything.

And I mean everything.

But I'm not so sure of that sentiment as I make my way towards this school.

The fucking prep school that had snobbery written all over it.

I internally groaned as the chronic headache started its thumping.

God, it's like someone is having sex in my brain.

That was disgusting but it was true.

I was already in the school compound as I thought this. The school had epic gardens outside that probably had poems written about it. Some statues of Chinese people were there (I assume they were someone noteworthy but I'm illiterate so).

I stopped at the foot of a large fountain with the statue of a beautiful woman.

She was presumed to be the founder's wife:

Along with my headache, panic started to take over at the thought of this new school.

Just then, I noticed someone.

In fact, the person had the subtlety as a bull in a china shop.

He was lounging on one of the high walls in the school.

He drank his soda as if he was downing a bourbon.

He locked eyes with me when he noticed me staring as a girl tried to talk to him.

I could feel my cheeks heat but I stared at him, refusing to look away.

I viewed staring contests like it was a superiority scale and I didn't want to show weakness by looking away first.

He gives me a lazy smile.

That's when I saw it.

Dimples.

He had dimples.

He. Had. Dimples

I struggled to think what my heart rate might be as I staggered my way forward.

I didn't want to look at him anymore.

Something to told me that this boy was going to ruin me.

All of me.

I turned away from him while I thought about my plans for today.

Which was Nada by the way.

"Hey"

I whip my head back,startled.

Curly blonde hair that had a hint of brown, emerald green eyes that had swirls of light brown around the pupils as a dark green circle surrounded it, high cheekbones with a smile that is ovary melting with a skin that looked reminiscent of the moon.

Holy fuck.

He was beautiful.

I felt sullen at my pain with dark brown eyes and an even darker black hair. I had no interesting features that would distinguish me but I did have several pimples scattered across my face and cracked lips that looked as though it were white.

He tilted his head.

"Do you want to get a better look at me?" He drawled.

"Do you want to see how much my fist will look good on your face?" I retort lamely because HEY I was caught off-guard.

"I know other stuff of yours that will look good with mine" he smirked.

What in the ever loving mother of god was going on?

A beautiful guy is flirting with me.

Maybe my makeup today was actually...good?

"Ok" I held up a thumbs up as I practically book it to my class.

If it wasn't already clear, I had asthma attacks when I'm near anyone beautiful.

He was so pretty.

As though someone painted a painting for eternity and never stopped their brush from creating an ethereal masterpiece.

I had finally rounded up towards my class.

Class 10-A.

I took deep breaths to calm me down.

Unfortunately, my stomach still had butterflies flying everywhere.

I thoroughly gave up on remaining confident as I wobbled into the class.

Crowds of students were laughing and giggling as they spoke.

Must be nice to have friends.

I left all my friends from my previous school as I had moved.

I make my way towards a desk next to the window because fuck it, I want to feel like a female lead in a coming of age movie.

A sudden silence falls upon the class as the girls squealed as a dude entered the class.

The world entirely fell away when I spotted those familiar eyes.

My classmates might as well be blurred in my vision at this point.

He smiled at them, it was pretty but somehow kind of plastic.

That's when he saw me.

He gave me an honest to god smile that would've made even the devil fall to his knees and waved at me.

In my mind, wind suddenly blows at my hair making me look wild  and crazy but still look like a daydream while he thought about the coincidence of being in the same class.

Two hearts falling in.