How Cliché

Chapter 3-

When I think of art I think of beauty. Beauty is the mystery of life. It is not in the eye it is in the mind. In our minds there is awareness of perfection.

- Agnes Martin

This kid. Honestly.

His threat was 100% real and it seems that he has made it his mission to know everything about me. Okay maybe I'm being dramatic, but never has anyone actually remembered me or noticed me after I have tried my damn hardest to be unnoticed. It has now been three weeks since I started attending this school. Two weeks of him noticing me, and two weeks of him trying to talk to me. Constantly.

Again, maybe I'm exaggerating, maybe it is bothering me way too much. Sue me. This boy is always around. Always. His stupid messy brown hair and his stupid smirk whenever he catches me off guard. Those dumb grey eyes that scan me like a photo in photocopier. He is messing with my mind so much I can't even think of a better comparison to him scanning me. My pass time of observing has been compromised and my new goal every day is to avoid him.

I can't sit in the spot I chose because he and his friends are there and even though I tried to ignore him staring at me, I couldn't, so I had to leave. Did you know the library is actually really peaceful during lunch. It is awful. I want my spot, my perch, my throne, to watch the drama and the chaos unfold beneath me. I almost crave it.

Wait.

Maybe I'm the crazy one. Those thoughts seem borderline sociopathic. Huh. I should perhaps bring myself back in.

If I ponder over my feelings for The Black Sheep, I can clearly see that I am not angry, but frustrated. Frustrated that I can't be left alone and that he doesn't seem to catch the hint.  I am only digging up more reasons to justify my frustration. I don't crave the chaos. But it does make life interesting. I don't thrive off of it but you can't tell me that it isn't even slightly interesting when you hear some girl bitching about another girl. You'd be lying if you said that. I like knowing things, about people especially. Drama is an excellent way at learning things about others; it reveals someone's true intentions and their usual façade is thrown away in their momentary blindness in their own drama.

Anyway, back to The Black Sheep. If I were to outright describe this boy in excruciating detail, you would immediately imagine the love interest in a Teen Movie. You know, the ones where the geeky girl removes her glasses, revealing that she was really hot all along and threatens the popularity of some snobby rich bitch, whose ex-boyfriend coincidentally falls in love with the former not-hot-geek. Those movies. Yeah, he'd be the dreamy ex-boyfriend of the snobby rich girl.

I told you this school was cliché.

This school is a Teen Movie.

Which only makes everything that much better. You see, I'm waiting for the geeky girl to make an appearance. I'm waiting for The Black Sheep to fall madly in love with this girl. It is only a matter of time.

And I know what you're thinking, I'm going to be her, the 'geeky girl', or the equivalent of her anyway. But that will be absolutely impossible because he will never know me well enough to fall in love with me. Problem solved.

And I know it is going to be him who falls in love because... well doesn't his title tell you enough. He is The Black Sheep. The boy who does not conform. Who is intriguing because he stands out, because he is different. That is how I know. And I would bet my soul on that knowledge, that's how certain I am.

Over the past two weeks, he has continued to sit next to me in English. He has never arrived before me, and every time he arrives he makes a bee line for the desk next to mine, smiles and says "hey" as if I am going to respond. I'm not going to lie, he nearly got me a few times but every time he would catch me biting my tongue or closing my mouth quickly. The smirk I was talking about, that is when it is a signature look for him.

He has continued to stare at me shamelessly until class starts everyday and my god it made me nervous.

I have also caught him lurking near my locker after school a couple more times too. Let's just say I make an effort to leave quicker now.

Speaking of lurking, it is once again Friday and once again English is the last period of my day. Lucky me, right?

Wrong.

Just as I predicted, he entered class after me, taking his place directly to my right and as he recklessly tossed his books on his desk he threw me smile, "Hey!"
He was way to chirpy in these circumstances. I wasn't even going to reply and he knew that.

Out of the corner of my eye I could have sworn I saw his shoulders slump and his face turn into a frown. Curiosity over took, but as I turned my head to face him, he immediately perked up, smile appearing once more.

And to think he was starting to give up.

Class began shortly after that and the usual lesson flowed without disruption as per usual and before I knew it, the bell to signal the end of class, the end of the day and the beginning of the weekend sent the student body into their usual excitement.
Making my way to my locker, I notice that The Black Sheep is not already with his group of friends who are now laughing about who knows what. In fact, I can not see him in the corridor at all. Perhaps he stayed back in class for something? Who cares, now is my chance to leave without being interrupted.

This was turning out to be the best Friday ever as I collected my bag and books from my locker, text my Dad I would be home soon, and made my way to the car park with no hassle at all. There wasn't a single cloud in the sky and everything was absolutely perfect.

That was until I noticed who was leaning against the hood of my car.

You have got to be kidding me.

Wrote this on my phone, apologies for any mistakes I have missed.