The Weird Girl And The New Boy

um, sure

I was right about the figure. I could tell, even though it was masked behind a t-shirt that had a reference to Monty Python, she had curves in all of the right places.

Her books were an unruly mess in her arms. If you had commented on it she would have said something like,"it's a visual representation of my life." But if her life was a mess, everyone else's had no hope.

I only watched her walk into the music room. That was the effect she had. All it took was one good look, and you were mesmerized. She turned heads... but only after she had passed, and only long enough that it wouldn't be questioned.

The day went along and it turned out that we had math together. That's where I found out her name. I was there before her, and was talking to the teacher when she entered. It wasn't like it went in slow motion or anything. We just kind of noticed each other at the same time, and she smiled real big and took her seat. We didn't even speak.

I had one period inbetween math and lunch. It turned out, so did Bexley. I walked in and scanned the tables to see where I could sit that would draw the least amount of attention to me. I spotted a seat in the corner and started walking there, trying to make the least amount of a scene as I could... Only that's not what happened.

"Hey! New kid," the voice wasn't familiar. However, I knew who it was. The sound fit so perfectly with the face that there was no doubt in my mind who was yelling for me. I turned around and looked at her.

"Um, yeah?"

"Do you want to sit with me? It's cool if you don't, I just didn't want you to have to sit alone." She looked at me with her big brown eyes. She was sitting alone.

Although I knew that it wouldn't offend her if I said no, and I knew that I should have said 'no thanks', the words, "um, sure," tumbled out of my mouth and into the air. I walked up to the empty chair beside her and sat.

"I'm Bexley Frazier, by the way. My friends mostly call me Bex, but I don't have a preference." She stuck her hand out for me to shake.

"I'm Thade Humphrey," I replied.

"Thade," she repeated like she was rolling it around trying to figure out if she liked the taste. "I like it... So, where did you come from, Thade?"

"Everywhere. We move around a lot. The last place was in Pennsylvania," I shrugged. "My parents job hop. They get transferred quite a bit to different cities in different states."

"I wonder what that's like. The only place I've ever lived was here," she had curiosity in her eyes. I could tell that it appealed to her.

"I don't know. It gets to be kind of awful. At first it was fun, seeing everything, but after a while it got annoying, moving right when we finally get situated," I shrugged. It was the truth. At first it was like a fantasy, being able to see the country. Eventually, all I wanted was to stay in the same place for a year or more.

"I can see how that could happen. Just when you got used to a place you have to up and leave. That would get frustrating after a while. Still, I'm sure you've seen some pretty cool things," she smiled up at me. I was still a couple inches taller than her when we sat, more than half a foot when we were standing, but it wasn't because Bexley was short it was because I was tall. Looking straight into her eyes, I saw her fascination with traveling. Her type are the kind that would love to see the world, but are trapped in their hometown.

"Yeah, I have. I've seen some pretty amazing things, but I would love some stability. To hang out with the same friends at the same place and time as every week. To go to the same school for two years in a row. Do the same traditions in the same house every year. I don't know, it just seems nice," I shrugged and looked back at her. I didn't remember turning away, but it didn't surprise me that I did. I have always had a tendency to not look in people's eyes while I talk. Especially people that intimidate me.