Bright Eyes

Bright Eyes - 2

The boy walked right beside me and sat down. I stared at him and he stared back with deep, blue eyes. Why did I feel so connected to him? I blushed scarlet and looked back at my book with a small smile on my face. I tried to ignore him and concentrate on my reading but I could feel his eyes on me. As soon as the bell rang, I grabbed my books and ran out. He made me feel nervous.

My next class was art. As soon as I walked in, I saw him. Okay, he had art with me. No big deal, but he was sitting in my seat. I bit my lip and walked over to him. When he saw me, his eyes widened a bit but then he went back to being expressionless.

I nervously hand signed to him that he was sitting on my seat. He looked down and th­en back up at me. He was staring at me with those ocean blue eyes and I squirmed from under his gaze. He scrutinized my every move but finally, he moved away. I frowned. What was with him?

I shrugged the feeling off and pulled out my apron and canvas. It was a painting of a little cottage beside the sea. I have seen it many times in my dreams. It is a place that makes me feel comfortable. I want a little house tucked away on a grassy plain beside the sea but then again, my dreams were way too fairy tale like. I almost laughed at that thought. While people my age dreamed about sex and parties, I dreamed about little cottages beside the sea. I shook my head at my stupidity and pulled the apron over my head. I reached behind to tie the back but I felt two strong hands beat me to it and securely fasten the apron around me. I spun around and saw the boy. He had an unreadable expression on his face. I pulled away and murmured a quiet ‘thank you’ before getting back to work. Something was telling me to stay away from the boy but something stronger was also telling me to go to him. I bit my lip a little as I painted because I knew he was behind me. He watched my every move and that made me nervous. After a few minutes, he walked away and I breathed a sigh in relief. Something was different about that boy.

When class was over, I put all my stuff into my locker, grabbed my wallet and got into the line for the cafeteria. As I waited, I saw the boy again. This time, he had girls following behind him. He seemed not to care even a little bit but the girls swooned from the very sight of him. I grabbed lasagne, paid for it and started to walk out the cafeteria doors. I usually sat outside. No one would ever sit with me and it was a waste to leave a whole table empty. As I walked, I told myself not to look at him. I kept my eyes focused on the lines on the floor. But something was pulling at me. It was telling me to look at him and finally, I did. We locked eyes instantly. So he had been staring at me? He cocked his head to the side and motioned me to come to him. I shook my head. I saw a whole bunch of girls look my way and I tried to look away but I couldn’t. His gaze kept me from looking anywhere but him. He squinted his eyes a little as if he were trying to concentrate very hard on something but nothing happened. His eyes widened in shock but quickly composed himself and did his eye squinty thing again. Once again, nothing happened and the shocked looked returned to his face. By that point, I was very tired of him and I wanted to leave. The thing that told me to look at him was still there but it was weaker so I looked away and kept walking. I could feel his eyes on my back as I left the cafeteria.

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The rest of the day went the same. The boy ended up being in all of my classes and I did my best to avoid him. In music class, he tried to sit next to me but luckily, he played the guitar and I played piano so he could not sit with me. Then in gym class, he was staring at me the entire time with that same expressionless face. I haven’t even said 2 words to the guy but he keeps staring at me. When school was over, I grabbed my stuff and walked towards my car. All of a sudden, realized I had something stuck to the bottom of my foot. I took it off and looked at it. It was a flyer, advertising the school’s annual bonfire at the beach. I have never gone to the bonfire because I knew I was going to be made fun of. I crumpled up the paper and threw it into the garbage.

I drove home and walked inside.

“I’m home!” I yelled. I heard the clacking of heels and then I saw my mom walking towards me with a black ball gown on.

“Oh, fancy!” I said as she did a 360. “Where are you going?”

“Your Dad’s boss is throwing a party in honour of your dad’s promotion. I would invite you to go but I know you’d never come to one of these things.” She said.

“Mom, you know me too well.” I said with a laugh. I really did hate those boring parties. There were old people walking around, talking about business. Kids my age never went and even if they did, they were rude and arrogant.

“Honey, you look beautiful, Sarah.” my dad said as he walked in. “Oh, hey sweetheart.” He said when he saw me and gave me a quick kiss on the forehead.

“So, are we ready to go?” he asked and held out his arm and my mom clicked hers with his. “Now, Melody, remember to be safe.” He said and I smiled and nodded. My mom patted me on the cheek and they left the house. I sighed and walked up to my room. I flicked on the light switch and all the fairy lights came one. I had a whole bunch hanging on the walls and beside the window and I like them a whole lot more than traditional light bulbs so I got my dad to rewire my room so when I flicked on the light switch, the fairy lights came on.Put my stuff down and started on my homework. I was done within a few hours. For some reason, I was always very focused and nothing distracted me. Then I sat back and sighed. There was nothing left to do. Usually, I had T.V or the computer but there was absolutely nothing to watch on T.V and nothing to do online. If those two things failed, I had my parents to keep me entertained but they were gone. All of a sudden, something caught my eye. It was the flyer for the bonfire that I had thrown out. I knew it was the same one because it was wrinkled and it was the same shade of blue. I furrowed my eyebrows. How did it get into my binder? I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. I shut my eyes and shook the creeped out feeling out of my head. Maybe I should go to the bonfire. I got up and changed into some clothes and decided to leave my hair down but clip up my bangs with a sparkly butterfly clip.

After that, I grabbed my keys and left for the bonfire. I still couldn’t believe I was going. I was probably going to be made fun of but it was either the bonfire or watch grannies knit on T.V. I parked by the beach and walked to where the bonfire was. It was just after sunset and the sky was still a bit pink but for the most part, it was dark. I chose a seat on the log in front of the large fire and looked around. There were people all over the place. Some were already very drunk and running around chasing each other. Some people had drinks in their hands and others had hot dogs. I felt a bit lonely as I watched the people laugh and hang out with their friends. I looked past the fire and all of a sudden, locked eyes with the boy. He was staring at me intently as a bunch of girls gushed around him. He had at least 10 girls fawning over him. I had to admit, he did look good. He had a black button down shirt on with a loose white tie paired with a pair of black fitted jeans and black vans. I blushed slightly and looked away. His eyes were way too powerful. It was as if they were penetrating my very soul. I looked out as the waves came in and back out. If I hadn’t worn tights, I would have definitely walked in the water. As it grew darker, more people started showing up and soon, it was a huge party. They had a DJ who made sure the music could be heard in china. I was sure my hearing would be impaired after tonight. I looked back at the boy and he was still staring at me. I furrowed my eyebrows. Why was he looking at me like that? What did I do? As I thought about it, I realized we have never even spoken. I have never heard him speak. Why was he acting like that? Soon, people realized he was looking at me and started giving me dirty looks. I saw Natasha whisper in his and then point to me. The boy clenched his jaw and his lips drew into a tight line but he said nothing. It was as if he were angry but he was trying to control it. Soon, it was completely dark and I was starting to feel cold. Maybe tights and shorts weren’t the best idea. I pulled the cardigan tighter against myself and looked up and gasped. The boy was walking towards me with a look of determination.