"Hey sugar, show us what's under all that black!!" One of the jocks yells across the courtyard.
"Fuck off you prick" I say as I turn away and keep walking and walk smack bang into the chest of someone.
"Sorry" I mutter and go to walk around the person I walked into when I feel him close his fingers around my forearm. I look up from my shoes and gasp at the almost fluorescent green eyes staring back at me.
"Are you ok?" Comes the sugary sweet voice of the green eyed guy.
"I'm fine. Sorry about running into you and all. I gotta go now. Sorry again."
"No no, its ok, hold on a sec. I didn't catch your name?"
" that's cause I didn't give it to you"
"Well I'm Charlie, nice to meet ya"
" Rachel. Rachel Rasputin."
"Well that is an interesting last name Rachel. Is it Greek?"
"German." What is this guy dragging this on for? I think.
"Interesting. Why are you always staring at your shoes anyway Rachel? I've see. You around and you never look up. Not even in your classes."
"I'd rather face the crap that ends up loitering on the ground and my shoes than face the people that I have grown up with from day one and that have taunted me from day one. Is that a good enough answer for you?" I say almost too fast, getting angry.
"Wow, ok, don't need to get so touchy"
"If you will excuse me, I have somewhere to be" I snap ever so slightly.
"Ok, ok. Sorry Rachel. See ya around."
"Hmmph" I turn around and stalk off. That was weird, I think, why would he actually talk to me? His eyes were Amazing though. I wonder if they were contacts.
"RACHEL!!!!!" My thoughts are interrupted by someone screaming screaming my name . I turn around and groan. Charlie. "Whhaaatttt?" I whine as he jogs up to me.
"You dropped fifty bucks back there" he extends his arm so suddenly that it makes me jump, and passes me the fifty.
"Uh, I didn't drop that mate"
"Yes you did. You could get some new shoes with it, if you didn't drop, it'll give you something more interesting to stare at all day" he says with a cheeky smile.
"Well, um thanks" I take the money and walk baway. He just gave me fifty bucks. For new shoes. What the actual fuck?
