Beauty and the Geek Boy

Chapter 28-Will

*Geek Boy*

Ellie Kent was the most beautiful human being on the planet.

If I'd ever doubted it—which I'd never—it had been confirmed this morning, less than an hour ago.

The moment she walked into that hallway, the crowd parted. The way the students had all stared at her, in awe, was not difficult to understand.

She was amazing.

She'd strode in casually, a finger wrapped around a lock of her golden hair. She had been flanked by her friends: Gemma Henderson, Madison Jefferson and Layla Chang. Her eyes, those beautiful pair of glimmering sapphires, had been unfocused, scanning the halls. As always, her skin was flawless and her hair was done up perfectly, a few tousled strands dancing down her creamy neck. My fingers had twitched, imagining stroking a finger down her cheek.

She slammed the breath out of me.

Then her eyes had met mine and I'd completely forgot how to breathe.

Her eyes had widened slightly. Her lips—those perfect pair of scarlet cupid bows—parted just slightly, as if she were trying to inhale a quick breath. Then pink spread over her cheeks like paint seeping into cloth.

Wow.

"Mr Johnson?"

I peeled my eyes away from Ellie's figure as she left the maths classroom with Katie Richards. Ellie's golden hair glimmered in the light spilling through the window and her steps were endearingly lithe.

Mr Meyer was watching me, brows furrowed and lips pursed. I could feel Catherine's glare.

"Sorry, sir, can you please repeat what you said?"

Mr Meyer frowned. "Alright. I wanted to discuss the Harvard trip. It will be taking place in two weeks. As a result, we will be having a meeting at lunch time today to discuss the details and the itinerary."

I nodded. The Harvard Trip. With everything that had happened...I'd barely thought about it. I shifted on my feet. The Trip would mean time away from Ellie. Sigh.

"I assume you can both still attend?" he asked.

"Yes," I replied.

I glanced over to Catherine for her response. She was standing as far away from me as possible, arms folded, stony glare on the wall behind Mr Meyer.

I hadn't seen her since the night of the festival. She was clearly avoiding me. And I couldn't blame her, not really. I hadn't handled her confession properly. I'd had no idea what to do when she'd told me she liked me, and, as a result, our friendship had deteriorated.

It didn't mean I wasn't still slightly angry at her. Just the memory of what she'd said to Ellie a few weeks ago made an anger I couldn't understand flare up.

There was silence.

"Ms Wilson?" Mr Meyer probed, sounding impatient.

"Yeah," she finally responded.

He nodded, looking satisfied. "Good." He glanced at the clock. "Alright, I will see you both at lunch." I watched as his figure left the room.

Silence, again.

I sighed.

She was still my friend.

"Cath—" I began.

"Don't even," she snapped.

Her hands clenched around her arms and she wouldn't look at me.

"You dropped me off on Friday, right? I saw your jacket."