Love Restart
Chapter 1 - One Out of a Million
The back of the room to the left on the second story next to the window. That is where I sit every morning during first period, and my best friend Hunter sits next to me. The bell has rung, but Mr. Lang, the art teacher, is outside talking to someone, so the class is loud and boisterous. I shiver from the winter chill that seeps through the window and envelopes me, so I reach to my backpack and am about to take out my jacket when Hunter laughs randomly.
"Can't stand the cold Miss Black Cat?" He tempts, using the stupid nickname he gave me because my last name and hair, Black, and my "sharp, green cat-like eyes."
"I can, but I'd rather not get a cold Mr. Butt head." We both chuckle and I decide not to get my jacket. I'll show him. As I straighten up, we share a look.
"You sure Cici? Do you really want to do this? We both know you get sick easily."
"I'm fine Hunter. I can handle a little chill." I sneer.
He shakes his head and shrugs off his big grey jacket, my favorite one of his. "Here. Wear this. I know you like this one better than yours. Plus, it's warm." He holds it out to me.
I look at him for a moment. "Thanks." I take his jacket and wrap myself in it snugly.
Mr. Lang walks in just as Hunter whispers, "Just like a cat," and we both end up laughing because it's true.
Mr. Lang shoots us a look, and then I notice that someone walks behind him in a laid back manner. I glance at Hunter to see his reaction. His chocolate brown eyes are stuck to the boy and his face hold a look of shock. I wonder what startled him so much, but I save the question for later.
"We have a new student, class." He looks at the boy standing next to him. He wears a thin, black leather jacket and a snug white T underneath with simple, dark blue jeans that hang off his hips perfectly to top off his look.
"Evan Smith," he says in a velvety voice as he gives a wave, melting me away immediately and causing my pale white skin to flush. Why did someone's voice always make me feel so mushy inside? Damn my fetish for voices.
I turn to see if Hunter has noticed my reaction, as he always does, but for some reason this person's appearance has thrown off our sync. I nudge him, not paying attention as the teacher shows Evan where he is going to sit. "What's up with you dude? Why are you spacing out at this kid all of a sudden?" I ask.
His mouth opens, and he hesitates for a moment. "Evan. Evan was my best friend from when I was three to 6th grade. The one I told you about. My Dad still talks to his dad." he whispers.
I feel a wave of protection over Hunter, and before it can turn to jealousy, I hear Mr. Lang calling my name."Cicille?" It sounds as if he's called my name more than once.
"Uh, sorry teach. What's up?" I say casually to cover up my blunder.
"You will be sitting behind Miss Cicille, Evan. Please make your way. Class is beginning."
This is interesting. Hunter's old best friend. I wonder what he'll be like... Hopefully Hunter won't ditch me for him.
I feel Hunter's eyes on me as Evan walks towards us and Mr. Lang tells us what to draw today. He is probably wondering what I'm thinking about. He knows my 'interesting' thinking face pretty well.
"Hey," Evan says, and I jump. I hadn't realized that he had already sat down. I hold my heart as Hunter chuckles at me.
"Hey," I breathe back. "I'm Cici." I look over to Hunter to see him snickering at me. I glare, but then end up chuckling too.
