Glass Houses Shouldn't Throw Stones

Chapter One

My lips curve upward genuinely as I imagine my first love. A tall floppy haired boy with sea green eyes and a mesmerizing smile. Someone that could make my insides jolt awake and my stomach tingle with pleasure. Someone that would love me endlessly and never let go of what we have.

They say your first love is magical, enchanting, and beautiful. It’s the best love of your life, because you’ve never been hurt before. You’re free as a bird, soaring high above lush tree tops in the Amazon. You didn’t know how badly it would hurt to lose a love.

However, my first love was snatched by a young woman with the claws of a vulture and the orbs of a cold blooded murderer. Though, no simple passerby would witness my thief’s deeds. They would view her gorgeous, straight blonde hair and soft, brown eyes. They would percieve her to be angel straight from heaven, even with her belly bearing tops. However, that was all in the past. 

“Aurora!” I spin on my heels quickly, willing myself out of my flashback. My straight black hair whips in my crystalized irises. I meet with Killingsworth High School's secretary.

“I was wondering if, as Student Body president, you could show our new student Aaron around. He just moved from San Diego.” I instantaneously attempt to object, but she beams with tenderness. I can’t refuse when her puppy dog face is notched up to full scale.

“Sure Mrs.Festa. Can I have a pass?”

She chuckles lightly. “No one would ever stop you in the hallway!”

I shrug, modestly. My tanned cheeks flare a peachy color and I bashfully gaze down.

And thus, here I was, standing in the hallway, speaking to perhaps the only boy in school that Sara had never “dated.” Sara didn’t date boys. She strung them along, like a flavor of the week at my favorite frozen yogurt joint. It was her own fault no one loved her. I couldn’t even imagine being a disgusting shade of orange Dorito tan and coating my face with forty layers of mascara.

It helped that the teen was incredibly handsome. He had light brown hair, was physically fit, and astonishingly kind. I expected another jerk to ignore me. However, he looked alright at first glance.

The corners of Aaron’s corneas wrinkled while he appeared doleful, but anyone who had recently moved from sunny San Diego to gloomy Massachusetts would.

His dimples were visible from where I was settled. I sighed dreamily but internally, because it was something only he and I shared. I grinned at the thought of something so completely obsolete pleasing me

“Why are you smiling?” He cast his large brown eyes downwards.

“We should get going. I just have to stop by my locker first to put my textbooks away.” I joked in a nonchalant manner.

He offered to carry my items. However, I declined politely. There was no reason for a new student to hold my books simply because he was a male. Females could do everything males could do and more.

We stood a measly foot apart, but it felt like a mile. My hands were sweaty with nervousness. I felt an intense need to reach out to caress the contours of his face.

My insides were awakened to complete and utter nerve-wracking thumping in my heart. How could a boy I met five minutes ago cause me to feel like I was falling in love for the first time?

“So, you’re the president?” He questioned. I beamed; glad he was beginning to open up.

“Yeah. I love helping people.” I answered, shyly.

“Me too. My father is a doctor at the hospital in this town. I was thinking about volunteering there, if he could help me out.”

“That sounds really cool. I volunteer there sometimes.” I replied happily.

“Really? Maybe I could try to go the same days.” He rubbed the back of his neck shyly. I stared off into the distance where Caleb stood. He was tall, well-built, and stupid as hell. The latter was the only downside. Other than Caleb being an idiot, he was surprisingly nice. But, he couldn’t think of anything other than rocks for more than 60 seconds. Caleb waved enthusiastically and I waved back like it meant nothing.

Aaron tapped me on the shoulder. I darted my chocolate eyes back to him and murmured an incoherent “Sorry.” He smiled, like I’d just said the greatest phrase in the universe. In an attempt to make conversation, I asked why he moved.

 “We moved so he could help a patient.” His husky voice crashed my train of thoughts into an entirely new track of admiration.

“That’s generous of him. I mean, my dad would never pack up the family and move just to help a patient.” I stared at the adolescent boy beside me as if he was a wonderfully appetizing desert. His inviting golden marbles caused me to question whether I should confess my brother had been diagnosed with rare T-Cell lymphoma. I shook my head, dismally. Why would I want to tell a stranger my deepest secret? He could tell everyone at school. Then… My voice caught in my throat. Then, I wouldn’t be perfect to everyone. Aaron interrupted my train of thought.

“At first, I hated the patient. I didn’t want to leave my friends behind.” I mentally inquired whether “friends” included girlfriend.

 “I heard the patient’s sister goes here. I should talk to her, incase she’s grief-stricken.” He shrugged and continued.

My heart nearly stops beating.

“Do you mind if I ask what the patient’s name is?” I interrogate, apprehensively.

“Adelias. I’d never heard of the name before. Have you?”

Now, my heart had truly ceased. It held still in my thudding chest. It was heavy like deadweight. I was placed in a coffin, floating away at sea against a rigorous tide. I felt led lodged in my throat.

I laugh, breathlessly. “Nope.”

That night, I prayed I would never survey Aaron again.