Inevitable

Chapter 1

The wood on my seat starts to cool as the sunlight declines vastly. All of the people that surround me talk to me, keeping my mind busy of where Nathan is. He's been gone for longer than people usually leave me alone.

"Yea, everything was totally cool until I mentioned my rejection letter. My parents were pi-ssed!" Annabelle tells me too enthusiastically and pushy. She's a friend of mine who's a senior, having absolutely none of her shit together. We laugh together although I know the thoughts irks her in the back of her mind.

I'm glad to be able to have my attention directed back to Nathan when he comes back into vision with two cups in his hands. He smiles down at me before sitting closely beside me, handing me mine, and kissing my cheek softly. He watches a few seconds carefully towards me and Annabelle to make sure he's no interruption.

"My bad for taking so long. I was talking to Andy." He explains, sensing I want out of that conversation and I nod in an understanding way.

"Are you having fun?" He asks me with a smile that is trying to keep itself from peeking out. It drives his humor over the edge when I begin to laugh and he can't help but to burst into laughter within just a second.

"Yea, I can't contain myself." I manage to say between laughs. We've been coming to these neighborhood-old-people-get-together things since.. well since I first moved here. It was sort of like a write of passage that you had to be here.

None of the people I talk to like it here, the stuck up parents with too much money and angst in their pockets stick up their noses at every perspective that comes their way. The music is so soft that it sounds like it's on mute, I suppose so that they can hear each other complain about their boring bougie bullshit lifestyle. It's seems strange that we'd be laughing at something like this but the kids around here just know how to get around the cycle of having pretentious parents by now.

As the night slowly carries on, him and I continue on with light conversation. We part ways after a while and I search for someone, anyone who won't bore me to death. I find Julianne, who is the only person who can ensure me of something like that. She is the most interesting person I've ever met.

"I want to leave. We have way too many of these for such a closed off community." I say, not noticing that my arms are crossed, crossed with a bad attitude.

"I know. Like I totally had plans way important today." She responds before our laughs come out, mixed together, as she pretends to be a teenage version of all the closed minded people surrounding her.

"That was actually spot on." I compliment her, genuinely impressed. I press my thumb and my pointer finger together to accentuate the truth. She responds back with only a subtle smile.

My gaze travels from her face to in the distance behind her when she takes a sip from her over decorated glass floral designed cup. God, I feel like rolling my eyes at literally everything that comes in sight. My eyes scan the yard of children, teenagers, and adults interacting together; it looks nice in some light, but something doesn't allow me to appreciate it all fully.

Catching my eye on something too dark, almost throwing the entire scene off soon grabs my full attention, though. I focus my eyes to see a boy. Well, a really tall boy with dark clothes and curly hair; he's too beautiful not to notice.

Its strange, really,  the amount of.. contrast? his being attracts.

"Who.. is that?" I feel like I can't find the right words to ask something about him. Following my head nod, she turns her head casually, the way I know she's smart enough to do.

"Oh." She smiles immediately after turning back around, raising her eyebrows in suggestion. "His name's Harry, he just came here from like, almost across the whole world."

"He's really-" I start, with my eyes set on him in concentration.

"I know. Come Monday morning, it's no doubt all eyes will be hooked on him." She finishes for me. I don't have to ask her what she means. That's not what I was going to say but I'm sort of glad that she said it, I wasn't sure how I was going to finish my sentence anyway.

When I quickly direct my view to him again, he's already looking; he must have noticed either me or my friends' gawky ways. I don't panic but I do get comfortable with the image of his appearance. I know that he's annoyed. His eyes showed no emotion, no expression, no interest when his attention still lied with his friends. It now lies with me.  He's leaned against a tree, long and lengthy.

He's talking to Louis. Some girl is standing awkwardly to the side, desperate for his attention it seems. I look away coolly, but I know that he hasn't. I don't plan to bring him up any further so I change the subject.

"Let's get out of here, I couldn't be anymore bored out of my mind." I complain, and she nods her head seriously to express how much she agrees. I know we both have to dismiss everyone in a "respectful" way so I say, "I'll meet you in the in the front," before heading in my mothers direction.