The trees swayed above, and birds sang, serenading one another. White puffy clouds floated by, coverings the suns bright rays then clearing up. It's great here, not much noise or too many people. But there was something mysterious about the woods. More specifically, the abandoned house.
I knew I was going to be late. I should'nt have slept in. Shit.
I was half way down the stairs with my hands full when my mother shouted, "Honey, there's a car parked outside. Is it one of your friends?" I almost lost balance but safely made it down, reaching to open the front door. I swung it open to Stiles standing with his fist in the air, about to knock.
He took a step back, his hand falling down to his side "Hi, um. hello! I thought it would be nice to take you to school today."
I was speechless, just staring straight into his cute golden carmel eyes... Snap out of it Syrena! I shook my head and nodded. He did a cheesy smile, offering to carry my stuff again.
I could hear my mom coming down the hall from the kitchen, "Who's at he door?"
I quickly turned around shouting back, "No one! bye!" then slamming the door before she could see. Stiles narrowed his eyebrows, tilting his head to the side in confusion.
"We don't want to be late do we?" I grinned.
* * *
"Isaac Lay- no wait. what the hell is this? La-he?"
Coach Finstock read aloud the class attendance chart. The class buzzed after he said the first name. "I heard he went to jail for stealing." One gossiped. Another jumped in,"You're wrong, he got expelled for getting into a fight" she paused, "With a teacher." the group of girls gasped, covering their mouths as if another word was a seance to resurrect the dead.
In came the principal with a lean boy, he hoovered over him, tight curly hair and neon ocean blue eyes.
'You must be, Le-ha?" Coach squinted at the chart he held in his hands.
"Lahey, sir" He corrected him.
Coach pointed at an empty desk by his desk "yeah, okay. Just go sit over there."
He did as he was told. Slouching back in his seat and playing with a pencil.Twirling it about like a miniature baton around his long, boney fingers.
* * *
The sky darkened, and it soon began to pour. Stiles held out his binder over my head as we jogged out to his car. We were practically soaked by the time we got into his Jeep.
He turned the dial to the ac on the hottest setting but that didn't help the chattering teeth and shakiness.
"Here put this on," He reach behind him in the back seat and handed me his lacrosse sweatshirt.
"nahh. I'm fine" I tried sucking it up. He shoved it in my hands that were clenched together
"You're lying, and besides I don't want you to shiver to death on me."
I stripped off the first layer of my shirts and slipped on the sweatshirt. It was gigantic on me, the sleeves sagged on my arms and stretched out far out from my hands. I bundled up in it, pulling my feet up onto the seat and pulling it over my legs. I took in a deep breath closing my eyes, absorbing his scent.
Absolute Heaven.
