The Boys

use somebody

Assembly in the morning scares me. Mainly because I have to sit next to a stranger. Some random girl. I didn't know her at all. She is apparently in my tutor group but I never saw her last week.

She had light brown hair, cut at the shoulders. It was the right length to cascade in front of her face when she looks down. I was able to see her pale hands at the ends of her blazer, loosely held together. Black nail polish with white dots. Her lips were a beautiful cherry red and cheeks dotted with freckles. A small button nose and the greenest eyes I have seen in a long time. They were radioactive. They were grass in the spring. They were the new leaf of a tree. Her legs were crossed over each other in a closed posture. She didn't want to be next to a stranger either.

She is beauty and delight and grace.

I would like to get to know her.

She is in my English lessons, sat on the table behind me. Her name is Amber. She's pretty quiet as far as I can tell. I spend my whole lesson sneaking little looks at her. I don't pay attention to Chloe. She tries telling me about Micky's party and what I missed but I don't care.

She's not in history nor maths which upsets me. I'm made to pay attention and do work. I hated it. I felt a little lost despite Zack being with me.

It takes two weeks for her to finally speak to me. I'm in English again on Wednesday, she's presenting her speech. I get to listen to her voice for a whole 7 minutes and 17 seconds. It is bliss. My heart raised and warmed. I'll admit that over these two weeks I have developed a crush on her. I have found her more and more beautiful each day. More captivating each minute. But we haven't spoken to each other yet.

Until now. I'm about to go home after an interesting day.

"Why are you staring at me all the time?" She pulled me side just as I left the classroom. Everyone passed by, not noticing us. Even the boys. I stay behind after school everyday day now to keep my mind occupied. They're use to it. But I wasn't going to stay behind today.

"Pardon?" I frowned at her,  adjusting my bag nervously.

"You. You're always looking at me." She raised an eyebrow curiously.

"I... uh..." I can't say anything.

"Fine. Don't tell me then. At least let me give you a reason to stare." She gave me a small grin.

"W-what?" I felt my face go beetroot red. Is my crush that obvious?

"Study date. You and me, Miss Smarty Pants. Tomorrow night. I'll take you from Biology to my house and walk you home afterwards. You'll probably be staying for tea too." What on earth? Is this really happening? My heart was racing and palms sweaty. I couldn't breathe properly and I had butterflies.

"Huh?"

"What's your number? I'll text you everything." She continues smiling. Up close, her eyes had flecks of blue in. Blue like the sky. Blue like a deep sea.

My hands fumble for a pen. She holds her hand out and I write my phone number on her hand quickly.

"Cool," she rips her hand away. It was warm, despite being so pale. "I'll speak to you later, Eve." She winked at me and walked off.

A few moments pass by and then I get my thoughts flowing properly.

WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT? I AM SO STUPID. HOW COULD I NOT SPEAK PROPERLY? I HAVE BEEN REHEARSING THIS IN MY HEAD FOR THE PAST 2 WEEKS AND I GO AND FUCK UP. HOW COULD I?