1| Those Eyes

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Picture of Mackenzie ^^^
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Mackenzie's POV

Here I am sitting in the back of my history class fidgeting with my mothers bracelet, like I always do when I'm nervous, waiting for my name to be called. Today is presentation day of this project I have been working like a man mad to finish, I have put so much time and effort into this very important project, I can't screw it up.
"-enzie? Mackenzie!" The person next to me taps my shoulder to get my attention, driving me from my thoughts.
It's my turn.

Everyone is looking at me waiting for me to walk to the front. Maybe it's not too late, maybe I can just run for it. I start playing with moms bracelet more and feel like I'm going to be sick.
What if I mess up?
What if I forget what to say?
I slowly start making my way to the front, everyone's eyes still on me with a look of both confusion and boredom.
What if they don't like it?
What if everything I say is wrong?
These are the questions going though my head as my vision starts to unfocus.
I make my way to the front and bring up my slideshow, I start saying what I remember, looking down at my shoes the whole time. I make a curtain around my face with my long brown hair trying to hide myself and not make eye contact.
About half way through my presentation I'm doing okay, stuttering every once in a while, still playing with the bracelet and shuffling my feet but the words are coming out and that is all that really matters right now.

And then I look up. Mistake #1

I instantly see a pair of glorious sky blue eyes looking directly at me and I clam up.
The words won't come out, I am too lost in whoever's eyes I'm looking into and can't get out.
Stuck standing there looking like an idiot who can't talk, my mouth opens but nothing comes out and I don't understand what is going on with me. I just see the beautiful sky. I'm am surrounded by it. Engulfed in it.
I hear ringing, probably voices, but I can't make out what they are saying or who it is coming from.
I am ripped out from my trance when the eyes move. They belong to a boy. Pale, making the blue stand out even more (if that is even possible), dark brown hair swept up and he is quite tall, definitely taller then me seeing as I'm 5'2. He gives off this bad boy vibe with his leather jacket and dark blue jeans, but also seems cuddly at the same time with his soft eyes and flawless complexion.
The blue seems to be getting closer and closer and it is at this time that I realize he is walking towards me.
Why is he coming to me?
Was HE saying something to ME?
My breathing starts becoming heavy and uneven.
What do I do?
What do I say?
Do I say anything at all?
What if-
My internal panic is cut off when he stands next to me and faces the class.
I realize that he if finishing my project for me, flipping the slides every once in a while and after some time he looks at me to say something, I can feel his warmth radiating off of him and it calms me.
We finish my protect together, taking turns reading every other slide and I am completely calm now and my breathing has returned to normal.
The bell rings and he says nothing more, just gives me a nod and with that he's on his way. I am left to take in what all just happened.
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I am now walking home and it is just starting to rain,I have no umbrella. I won't melt, I tell myself and keep going.
As I am walking all the sounds of the cars and pitter patter of the rain are drowned out by the thoughts that wouldn't stop all day, the blue eyed boy. I don't even know his name and don't remember ever seeing him around, but then again I'm always looking down. I still feel like I would have remembered him.

Those eyes.

By the time I make it to my door it is poring and my clothes are soaked. I unlock the door and call out "dad? You home?" No response. I look in the garage and see his car is gone so he must be working over time. I go to the kitchen to get some strawberries and see a note on the fridge, working late, pick up Benji from school please.

BENJI!
I look over to the clock on the oven and see it is 4:00 and his school ended at 3:25, oh he's going to be worried, scared, maybe even kidnapped or killed, but most of all MAD.
I sprint out the door, not bothering to lock it, just grabbing my black boots that go about half way up my shin and have a small heal. Not very practical when I'm running but they were the closest things in reach.
I sprint down the road making clicking noises every step, splashing in the puddles and I'm just three blocks away when an unknown car starts slowing down beside me, so I start running faster as any rational person would in fear of murder. Then I hear his voice.

"Need a ride?"

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