Unnecessary Communication: UNDER RE-WRITE, DIFFERENT BOOK AVAILABLE! SAME TITLE!

Chapter 3: Sinclair's P.O.V

Rydia looked at me with mock-surprise, “That doesn’t surprise me at all,” she said resuming her conversation with her red- headed friend.

I took the time to look her over, noticing how her blackish/brown hair was straightened down her back, with her bangs braided to the side. I loved her eyes, although I’d never tell her. But when I saw her at the bus stop yesterday and looked into her bright sea green eyes, I knew she had to be mine.

She was also different in a way I wouldn’t be able to explain.

“Ry, you wouldn’t happen to know where room E-13 is by chance.” I asked, trying to draw her attention.

She looked back at me with amusement in her eyes, “Where do you think Sin?”

I loved when she said my name. It made me want her so bad. “Wherever you’re going I suppose.”

She looked away and her friend parted ways with us. We fell into silence until she cleared her throat and mumbled, “This is it.”

Ry walked in first, with me holding the door for her like the gentleman I wasn’t. She sat down in the second to last back row; surronded by others, purposefully making it so I couldn’t sit next to her. So I sat behind her.

I never really cared for English so I mainly drowned out the lecture and just watched the clock, resting my feet on the back of Rydia’s seat and every once in awhile writing down notes.  Humoring the teacher by taking his silly test.

Soon enough the day was over, with me being in basically every one of Ry’s classes except for two of them. I waltzed out of my art class heading over to the café, in hopes of finding Rydia to walk her back to the apartments.

“Hey!” I turned around to see a man about my age with brown hair run up to me.

“Yes,” I said, curious as to why someone would want to speak to me. Generally people would stray away, because they aren’t like me and they know it.

“You’re Sinclair right?” I nodded and he went on, “So you’re the one who made that really cool looking painting with the rain and people right?”

“Yes, and thanks for calling my painting ‘cool’.”

“No prob. So I hear that Mr. Barnes is going to have us work together on our next project, and I know you’re new in town so I thought maybe you’d want to work with me.”

“Uh, sure. And just so you know, I did that painting at my old school, right?” Verifying that he knew I didn’t have the same instructors any longer.

“Well I figured; it is your first day anyway. But uh, yeah we should meet up this weekend at the bar in town,” He stated walking to the café with me.

“Sure, I’m sorry but I didn’t catch your name.” I muttered occupying my thoughts with Rydia.

“That’s because I haven’t said it,” he laughed uncomfortably, “It’s Samson, but I go by Sam.”

I looked him over; he was pale with brown hair and silver looking eyes. We will definitely become good friends.

“Alright then Sam I’ll see you at the bar at seven tomorrow. See yah.” With that I walked away from him without a second glance, immediately sensing that Rydia was already in the café with her friends.

I walked into the room and to no avail she was talking to her friends, Lake, Whim, Ram, and Nitti, or whatever their names were. I composed myself into the guy they know, which is obviously an act. “Hey guys, how was your day?” I asked them.

Whim or whatever her name was looked at me and hesitantly said, “It was nice, but much better when I saw Ricky,” I grimaced when she turned back to her blonde haired boyfriend and began kissing him.