Making A New Mark

Chapter 2-Kenyon

Kenyon was a striking 17 year old young man. He had dark brown hair that slightly covered his eyes but he always swooped it to the side so it went a little below his eyebrows. He was kind of tall with a sleeve tattoed up his left arm. He wore darker clothes and had a deep mystrious look. His green eyes seemed to gleam when he smiled and showed off his dimples on only the right cheek. He had a small group of friends but seemed to be more of a loner type.

"Oh hey coach," I said walking towards a long dark woodened desk. "This is Noelle. She's the new girl." 

Smiling at Noelle he reached his arm out and shook her hand. "Noelle, I'm Coach Kennerd the kids call me Frank it's my first name. Call me Frank or coach. We all get along pretty well. Everyone else already dressed out so you two get your gym clothes on and meet us outside." He said in a deep raspy voice. 

We headed our seperate ways and Noelle found herself in the girls locker room placing her bag and books on the bench. She pulled of her clothes revealing her light blue and black laced bra and matching panties. She slid on her bright green shorts and her black jersey. 

When she went outside she looked around noticing that all the boys had thrown their shirts off, she looked for Kenyon. 'Whoa, she looks amazing.' I thought spotting Noelle from the corner of his eye. 

She kept looking around and when she turned around I was standing there, "Oh my god!" She slapped him playfully, "You scared the shit out of me Kenyon!" "I'm sorry, I saw you and ran up here to catch up to you, plus I noticed you looking for me." He said with a sideways smirk on his face. "Phft was not, I was looking at all these guys completly shirtless." Noelle said teasingly. "Oh okay." 

'Damn she's beautiful. I need to be more careful though. I can't have her knowing. Just play it cool, ask her out to eat or something.' I thought, I held out my hand egging her to take it. 

"Here I'll show you the field Noe." She took his hand in hers and started walking around the track with me. 'DO IT!' I kept thinking. "So, maybe I can show you a local landmark this weekend. By that I mean an old movie theater that no one ever goes to anymore. It's lame b--" 

"I'd love to." She spoke with confidence. "So like a date?" She asked him with hopeful eyes. I smiled and thought 'On a date with her, what more could a guy ask for.' but I simply said, "Yeah...like a date." They both smiled being pleased with themselves. "So tell me about yourself?" Noelle said in more of a questioning tone. 

"Sure. Well my name's Kenyon, I'm 17. I have one brother but we never really kept in touch after we lost our mom and our dad left. I have about twelve close friends that I made within six months. It's sad but I'm pleased with the number. I write stories and some poetry, and songs. I live alone on Fowler Avenue. I use to be involved in sports and groups until about a year before losing the parents. I was turned...I mean brought into a different life and forced to live it out in their will. Which I grew okay with. What about you?" I spoke with a deep tone but my eyes were fixed on her. 'Turned..really. Watch yourself.'

"Uh yeah okay. You know my name. I'm 17. I draw and paint and will have anything to do with everything that deals with art. It's a passion per say. I grew up moving around a lot. In my last town there were a lot of animal attacks as my dad says. He was worried so we moved here. I lost my mom about 4 years ago when a drunk driver hit her while driving down the freeway heading home. I'm an only child and usually more alone then I'd like. I love music it's my way of blocking out the world." She said with a sadened look at bringing up her mom. 

'She's perfect and great in every way.' I thought to myself. Smiling I pulled her into a hug and tightening my arms around her waist. Staring at her for awhile, 'Please kiss me.' I heard her thought, and leaned in placing my lips softly against hers and kissing her gently. 'Whoa' I thought pulling away. 'That was amazing.' "Whoa." She thought outload. We both held hands and walked inside when they heard the bell ring for their next class.