Black | lrh

Chapter 2

What just happened? How could I be so stupid to not look where I was going? It's my first day and I've already hurt someone!

I get up from the ground in a flustered state of mind and look at the boy who lay by my feet. His blonde quiffed tousled hair caught my eye as he ran his hand up and through it. Some of his fringe was tamed to the right while the rest stood upright from all the product and hairspray. The rest of his hair on the back of his head lay untouched from product and it was cut short. It looked so thick and luscious; I think other boys would be jealous of his hair. He grunted a few incoherent words under his breath before he looked up.

When our eyes met, I felt like I had been stabbed right in the chest. It felt like my heart had stopped beating. It felt like the world had stopped revolving. It felt like that we were the only people on the planet. It felt like eternity gazing into each other's eyes, taking each other in, absorbing the situation. In a normal situation where anxiety would flourish in my chest, it would make it hard for me to breathe and swallow. It would be like someone forced me to eat cement and my body would gradually cease to move as it grew heavier and weaker. This is different, very different.

His eyes were a deep sparkling blue; every shade of the ocean resonating in his eyes. From the very bottom of the black ocean to the tropical blues of the Caribbean. They were big bright curious eyes searching mine; looking for something within me. I think I could be lost in his eyes forever if I don't look away soon.

His blonde perfect arched furry eyebrows complemented his eyes so well. They were thick and scruffy yet they still looked neat, sitting just below his big forehead. His forehead was wide but not over proportioned for his face. It would look much smaller if some of his hair wasn't upright thanks to all the hairspray and product. Who knew a boy would spend more time doing his hair than I?

His ears hid beneath the masses of hair. They weren't too obvious to see although I could just see the round bottom part of his earlobe, rising out from within the tuffs of blonde mess. He had the smallest amount of facial hair it almost looked like he had a clean shaven face. There was a little scruff growing around his chin, down his neck and above his upper lip, implying that he was capable of growing facial hair.

The cheekbones almost pop out the side of his face. They are so prominent and high that if a spotlight shined above his head, you would clearly see cheekbone shadows. His upturned yet petite nose lay even upon his face. The bridge was thin but not to an excessive amount.

His jaw was very broad and masculine causing his jaw line to be defined and noticeable from a distance. And this boy's lip looked so tender and soft. His lip ring on the bottom left of his lips completed his style and he can really pull it off. The lip ring sits near the very corner of his even lips and I just think about how annoying it must get having it there.

After what seems like forever, I clear my throat to break the air. After realising that we had been staring at each other for quite some time he shuts his eyes tight and shakes his head, holding the bridge of his nose as if he had a painful headache. I stand above him becoming more and more awkward; I can feel the anxiety building up in my chest. If I don't get out of this situation soon, I might have trouble breathing...

With a reluctant wary movement, I hold out my hand to offer assistance off the ground. The boy looks at my hand and then back at my face. We catch each other's eyes for a split second before I look away, gazing at my shuffling nervous feet. I hear him chuckle before he grabs my hand with his.

His hands are soft and large as they completely engulf mine. I wince at the static shock from the skin contact and I hear him muffle a grunt between his teeth. Using what little strength I have in my arm I help pull him up from the ground. That's when I realise how tall he is. He literally towers above me! It seems like he is a head and a half taller than me, so I shrug my shoulders from the intimidation I feel from the height difference.