Never Make Fun of The Skinny Chick~

.:|Chapter 12|:.

Embarasssing Moment~

Cassidy's POV~

The day had soon ended and has everyone ran out of the hallways faster than they had gotten in them, I was at my locker rummaging through the clutter. My sketchbook laid in the center of my locker trying to dry off and judging on how stiff the paper is I'm guessing its dry. I rolled my eyes as the memory of Melanie dumping her coffee on me came to me. Who did she think she is? Queen Bee? Yea right. Melanie was anything but a Queen; in my book she was the troll from under the bridge. Okay maybe not the troll but she definitely had the personality of one; not letting anyone cross their territory. Melanie was more like the wicked witch of the west. She swear's she perfect and some Greek goddess when in reality she was Medusa; look at her the wrong way and you'll be turned into stone. I don't hate people, its just not the way I am, but I will say I strongly dislike her and everything about her.

She constantly teases me, laughs at me and judges me as if she has a right. Unless your name is J E S U S you have no right. Why do we criticize each other if were all flawed. Is it because pointing out the flaws of other's and making them feel bad about themselves boost's our confidence? Or is it cause we really don't have a life or anything productive to do with ourselves? I don't know about you but I'd rather spend my time drawing then making someone second guess themselves.

"Penny for your thoughts" A very familiar voice said. I snapped out of my thought and finally realized two long braids leaning against the locker besides mine.

After retrieving my sketchbook, I closed my locker and came face to face with a curious Ray. "My sketchbook is forever ruined and about 2 months worth of drawings are down the toilet" I admitted. She should have never attacked my art that was taking it to far.

His eyes darted to my sketchbook and he took it into his hands "Yea I know. Sorry. Melanie had no right to do that" He shrugged "But I have a new sketchbook back at the house. Its your if you want"

"Seriously? I mean I could just go buy another one at the Art store down the street"

"No need, I got you" He winked and smiled making me blush. Even though I'm black you could still see my cheeks turn a light shade of red and not to mention I smile like a complete idiot. I hadnt noticed when he stepped closer to me until his body slightly pressed against mines. I hid my face when I blushed but that only made Ray place his hand under my chin making me look directly at him. I finally noticed how tall Ray was when he towered over me. Or maybe I was just short. "Is somebody blushing?" His chocolaty brown eye gazed into mines and I got lost in them.

Being this close to Ray really wasn't good for me. I'm pretty sure he could feel my heart pounding in my chest at a thousand beats per minute, my throat and mouth went dry and I suddenly my ability to come up with a response was gone. Quick say something, you've been staring at each other for like 3 minutes. But what do I say? How about words? Ugh obviously but how do I say it? In a sentence. Come on Cassidy you remember why the Colonist rebelled against the British but you cant remember how to make a sentence. My eyes darted to his plump pink lips and instantly I wanted them on mines. I wanted him to just wrap his arms around me and to just kiss me in these empty hallways.

I began to lean in closer to him still gazing into his eyes but then something change in them. Something that caused me to stop completely and freeze. Oh god what if didn't want to kiss me? Cassidy this is Ray were talking about, he's kisses any female. "What?" I breathed out nervously.

He pulled away from me; closing his eyes he shook his head as if trying to shake away a thought. "Uhh.. Its nothing" He simply said taking a hold of my hand and leading me out of these empty hallways.