isabel (h.s.)

5.

I strode next to him, awkwardly. He was handsome, to say the least, his green eyes squinting as the sun fell through the windows and hit our faces. I watched him in awe as he effortlessly took the spiral staircase two at a time. "A picture would last longer." He condescended. I looked downward, embarrassed. He sighed. "I'm rude." He seemed downhearted as he said this. I didn't know what to say so I just patted him. I am not a quiet person but I found myself dumbfounded and unable to string together even a simple sentence in his presence. "We aren't all this rude, here." I nodded. "Look, I've already terrified you," he chuckled. He raised his eyebrow. "You'll get used to it."

"Where are we going?" I asked.
"I like talking to you so we're going the long way. There's only three other people in the class and you won't get yelled at on your first day." He looked into my eyes whilst saying that, and my breath caught in my throat as I gazed into his pretty green eyes. I became self conscious, could he see the acne scars and short hairs on my face? Did I look pretty in this light? Was my lipstick smudged?

"You're beautiful," he said, seemingly reading my mind and I felt my cheeks burning like fire. He laughed as I pressed the back of my hands against my cheeks, trying to cook myself down as I muttered a thank you. I felt him press his hand on my back as he dragged me into the music classroom, my mind replaying those two words over and over again as I found my seat.