He looked to me, sending shivers down my spine and goosebumps up my neck. It was clear he was judging what to do but not for a second did he look any less confident. He was merely contemplating how to arrange whatever it was he was going to say, finding the best way to pack his punch. We made eye contact and for a second the whole room began to spin, my knees buckling under the weight of my small frame.
"You alright?" He asked, a concerned look etching out his perfect features.
"Fine. Thank you..." I mumbled, pulling myself to my feet. Scout pouted, sticking out her chest and batting her eyelashes with a flirtatious smile, it wasn't new for her, flirting that is, but in front of Andy even the most practiced could get tongue tied.
"Oh that emos not worth your concern! Hey, I know you're new so let's-" He raised a hand, cutting her off sharply. She looked down, a deep scarlet tinting her cheek bones as her lips let out a small gasp. She was not usually ignored, in fact quite the opposite, but on the other hand, even the schools finest would look nothing compared to him.
"No thanks. You're not leaving till you apologise to my friend here," I couldn't help but laugh at the expression on her face. A mixture of shame and pure loathing, a sprinkle of anger and a smear of jealousy. Beautiful. However, I was not one to judge, as the mere detail of him calling me a 'friend' was enough to make me dizzy.
"Sorry..." She whispered, nearly inaudible as he stepped aside and let her through. She glanced back at me, hate prominent in her glare, before turning on her heels and marching down the corridor, leaving only the sound of 6 inches of pure despise ringing out behind her.
I turned to thank my saviour but before I could open my mouth he gasped.
"Shit!" He yelled, looking round at the clock, "I got band practice. Sorry! Stop over if you get a chance." And with that, he disappeared into the busy corridor and desolved into the crowd. God!
I stood speechless, unable to move, unable to breathe and almost unable to stand. For the first time, EVER, I felt I had actually managed to find some form of bridge to the male species AND whip Scouts butt in the process. Okay, so maybe Andy whipped her butt, but still. I stood there, blinking. Blinking and staring. Staring and blinking.
"Juliet! There you are! What's wrong with you?"
YOU ARE READING
The Sound Of Silent Birds
RomanceSchool. A twisted cage for noisy birds, too consumed in their own tune to notice the ones that fall silent. Juliet, the silent dragonfly, awaiting the day she may be free, might believe she has a life plan already but will the key to her happiness...
