Today at school I was in English, and a new guy walked in. Every head turned to look at him when he entered the room. Every girls mouth dropped and every boys every boys eyes rolled at the sight. Everyone's but mine of course, because I didn't look at the boy, just at the surprised class. I was too shy to greet the new comer, too shy to make eye contact. But I knew I would have to at some point because the only spare seat was the one next to me. Our teacher, Mr Crow directed the boy to the empty seat then left the room. It was then that the calm, luscious voice spoke.
"Hello" it said as the chair squeaked across the floor. Looking down at the desk still unable to make eye contact, i speak.
"Hi." I mumbled. I knew this class wouldn't be the normal silent class as it usually was. I would actually have to talk. Socialise with the new kid.
"I'm Jared, what's your name?" His voice soothed me, but the voice needed a face to match. So I took a deep breathe, and said,
"Valentina, or Val for short." Then I froze. My dull brown eyes locked with his dazzling blue eyes. Unable to move, I stare at the beautiful human sat right in front of me, looking directly at me. His golden blonde hair with perfect curls was gorgeous. The colour of his hair contrasted amazingly with his olive skin. He had perfectly defined cheek bones that lead to a huge smile. With the smile, he had pure, in line teeth that were blinding.
He was an angel from heaven. Even his voice was soft and relaxing.
But this boy was mysterious. I recognised him from somewhere. A dream. The dream where I travelled the world with one. Loved one. Lived with one. Laughed with one. He was the one. The one who I would love with all my heart. The one who would love me back. We would spend forever together and be happy, free. He was the one.
"Val. Val! Valentina!!" The shouting of my name brought me back into reality, back to my prison cell. How stupid could I be to think that someone as perfect as Jared would love someone like me! I laughed to myself and looked up. It was then I realised that Mr Crow was stood right next to my desk and the whole class was looking at me. Embarrassment filled up inside me. Was I really in such a deep dream that I didn't realise someone shouting at me? Clearly, yes.
"Sorry Sir, I, er, had a headache and felt a bit dizzy." My word came out rushed.
"Well maybe you should take a trip to the medical room." He said giving me a dirty look. Quickly and quietly I packed my things up and left the room.
"Wait!" I hear the same sweet voice call. "Wait up!" I stop and turn. It's Jared, running towards me. "I asked Sir if I could take you, just so you don't fall or something" a big grin spread across his face.
"Er, thanks." I'm confused, I know he didn't just come so I don't fall over, so then why did he come?
We walk in silence for a few minutes, then I stop. I say:
"Why did you come? I mean honestly?"
"Because you seemed lonely." He says, I can tell he's lying though.
As we walk my mahogany coloured hair covers my face, stupidly, I leave it and because I can't see I fall. But as I'm falling I feel something catch me. Jared. He caught me. Cradled in his arms my heart stops. Again, our eyes meet. He half smiles and stands me upright. I try say think as but I can't. My lips are glued shut.
After a few more moments of silence we continue walking.
"So where ya from?" Jared asked breaking the awkward silence.
"Italy" I answer "what about you?"
"Wow, that's really cool! So why'd ya move to America?" He asks ignoring my question. Whenever people ask my that, it makes me think of Mom, and it makes me sad. So I always reply with "long story."
"Oh, so do you live near school?" He says curiously.
"Not as close as everyone else, but close enough. Where did you move from?" I ask trying to change the subject from me.
"I moved from Brooklyn cos my Dad found a new job." He says.
"Must have been hard" I reply.
"Nah, I was ok bout it, wasn't doing so well at school so I thought would be a fresh start." He says confidently.
"Oh right, well..." The bell rings and cuts me off. Thankfully. This is the most I have spoken to someone in ages!
"We'll I better be heading off home, mother won't want me to be late" I say miserably. I start to walk off, but the, I hear the same voice saying "wait!" I turn around and Jared is so close.
"Here's my number. Text me." He does that half smile again, turns around and walks away with such grace. I let out a big sigh and my heart melts. My brain is having a little party inside my head and I don't know what to do with myself! But after a while, I come back down to Earth. In shock, I walk to my car holding a piece of paper in my hand. A special piece of paper that I will guard with my life.
