We're All Lost

Six: The Circus

"What the fuck!" I scream. My left palm scrapes the concrete, and my right lands directly on a pile of chewed gum.

"Oh shit! I am so sorry!"

I look up to see what Nimue would call 'A Tall Glass Of Water To Quench One's Thirst'. He looks Indian, has the best wave in his thick, black hair, and has the most gorgeous dark eyes accented by tortoiseshell squared-framed glasses. And, even though I am still on the ground, I could tell that he is tall. Just the thought of having to look up at him to meet those mesmerizing eyes sent shivers down my spine. Oh! For Pete's sake Jonathan, get a grip, I mentally scold myself for my hoeish, thirsty ways. He sticks his hand out. "Sorry about that. Here, let me help you up."

Under his sexy boy spell, I stick my gum-gunked hand right in to his.

"Oh god, that's gross" I facepalm with my non-gummed hand, my skin stinging from all the concrete scrapes. He chuckles, and O.M.G. My insides melt. Is it my hormones or is every guy at this school a walking thirst trap? Maybe it's the sun. You know how you always read books or see movies and the main character is like, "His laugh swept me off my feet" or "One deep chuckle emanated from the middle of his chest and it set my insides burning" and you roll your eyes like, 'Yeah, right.' Laughs don't have magic powers? His totally does. He is a laughing, sexy sorcerer.

"Don't worry about it," he says. He wipes his hand on the side of his trousers without any mind to the wad of gum now stuck to his thigh. He kneels down and grabs my blazer and a handful of pens that my backpack had vomited. "Let me at least help you pick some of this up. I'm Liam, by the way. Liam Austin. I don't think I've seen you around before."

"New. I'm new," I say, nodding for some reason and I feel something on my forehead. It's the gum. I try to remove it from my face. Fuck, I somehow managed to get gum on my face. I never cease to embarrass myself.

       "I'm Jonathan. Jonathan Saville," I say, trying to very nonchalantly remove the gum off my forehead with my nonsticky hand. Chocking-related accidents from things such as chewing gum kill about 2500 people a year. And right now, I wish I could just rip this gum off my forehead, cram it down my throat, and be one of them.

"Here, let me help," he moves forward and reaches for my face. Too close. I can literally feel his peppermint breath on my face and a boner forming down my crotch. Damn hormones.

"There you go," he finally manages to remove it, and takes a step back. "Nice to meet you, Jonathan." Liam is about to hand me my blazer, journal and more pens, but he stops and motions to my scraped hand. "That looks like it hurts. Maybe I should carry your stuff for you?"

Okay, he's hot and sweet? OMG. But no, I need to get my journal back before Liam opens it and the moment is ruined by the entries in all their entire purple, horny glory.

"He's fine!" a familiar voice says, more like scorns. "I'll take it from here." Andrew, with his back against me and his shoulders rising and falling, steps up to Liam's face and snatches the journal right out of his hands.

"Whoah, chill out Walker" Liam says, with a smirk on is face as though to further anger Andrew and it works, because Andrew turns to me and slams the journal on my chest with so much force that it hurts a bit and storms off. "Hey, here are your things," Liam hands over the rest of my stuff, "I'll see you around, Jonathan" he flashes his cute boy smile at me again. He turns to walk away, but turns around again "Oh, and welcome to the Circus".