"Oomph!" I couldn't help the gust of air that comes from my lungs when I collapse onto the dirty floor in the hallways of my dreaded school. I immediately feel humiliated even though I do not even know what has happened. So not wanting to see the many sets of eyes that would be set on me I just sat there with my eyes closed, in the vain hope that maybe if I didn't look at them the other students would just keep walking past me like they usually do. Then I remember that I am on the floor so that won't happen. Hesitantly, I sit up and open my eyes to exactly what I expected. Many people just standing there looking at me, but they were not just looking at me.
I felt my face flush with heat as I looked a few feet away and saw a guy standing over me with a confused look on his face. I suddenly realize that I was so busy reading this book that I am reading in English class that I didn't see him walk in front of me, and so I walked into him.
He was extremely tall and.... Was kind of cute actually. He had short, jet black hair and light, sky blue eyes. He was wearing a dark blue, faded, short sleeve shirt with jeans and beat up tennis shoes. Okay I take that previous statement back, he was REALLY cute.
Wait, what am I saying?
After going over his appearance I realize he had said something, but being the creep that I am, I was too busy checking him out to hear what he said! Oh my, what am I doing?
He holds his hand out to me with a big smile across his face, showing his teeth and the cute dimples that rest on his cheeks. And once again I realize that I am just freaking standing... Well sitting... Here looking like the biggest weirdo on the planet not saying anything!!!
I finally pull myself out of my daze that I was in and reach out to grab his hand. His hand wraps around mine and he pulls me up to my feet.
However he is extremely strong, and pulls me up, only for me to lose my balance and almost fall on my face, AGAIN! Before I can fall he uses his other hand to catch me, wrapping it around my waist to hold me up. When he catches me my shirt slides up ever so slightly, making his hand touch my skin in an attempt to help me from falling. This small touch sends shocks radiating throughout my entire body. I gasp at the sensation and quickly catch my balance and stand in front of the guy, who I have yet to talk to.
Sensation? What? What is wrong with me?
We are now just standing looking at each other, his hands are still on my hips to make sure that I don't fall again. I start to blush, and I can tell he notices when he moves his hands to my shoulders in a joking manner and finally speaks.
"Are you okay?" He says with a giggle that sounds so amazing. But he says it a bit too loud for my liking. So, instead of actually answering, I just nod.
"You sure? You look like you had a hard fall" I realize that I will actually have to give a response to this. He will probably not stop asking unless I actually give him a verbal answer.
"Yea, I am fine. " I say in a quiet voice. He smiles as I say this, like it was a miracle that I was not actually hurt, or that he did not hurt a mute girl.
"Andrew" he said, and I knew that he meant that this was his name. Before I realize what was happening, or get the chance to refuse it, he sticks out his hand and grabs mine for a handshake. He looks intently on my face like he is waiting for something. Oh!
"Charolett" I say in an almost inaudible way. I am actually hoping that he didn't hear me so that I can now leave this amazingly awkward conversation.
"Charolett!" ....crap..... "That is a really beautiful name!" He says loudly. Wait? Why does he like my name? I have always hated my name. Mainly because people would always compare me to the spider in Charolett's Web.
"Umm...... Thank you" I say a a bit louder so he can hear me this time. I may be shy, but I am not going to be rude because I can't talk to people. If I didn't respond, or he didn't think I did than he would think I am ignoring that comment. Ergo, being rude.
I am overthinking this way too much!!!
I was interrupted from my thoughts when the second bell rang, meaning I was late for class. But for some reason, it seemed Andrew was not phased at all by this. He just kept standing there. And then I realize that he is staring at me, and it was kind of freaking me out.
I tried to keep my cool so I don't look like a freak. Sadly this is not what happened with my face flushing with warmth and I was trying so hard not to smile. To help me distract myself I stared down at the floor hoping that he would not notice my obvious expression.
After what seems like years, but I realize was probably only a few seconds, I couldn't take it anymore. I have to say something to get him to stop staring so I could go back to class. I was already late, and Mr. Harrison doesn't like people being late.
"What?" I said to end the silence.
"Nothing." He said, but he is still staring at me.
"Stop!" I said a bit too loud, to get him to stop staring.
I assume he knew what I was talking about because his next response was simple.
"Why?"
With that I could not respond. I didn't know exactly why I didn't like people looking at me. It just made me feel so uncomfortable.
"Why?" He said again. "Why should I stop looking at a young lady that is so beautiful and is here to look at?"
Wait.... WHAT!!!???
With that I could not stop smiling and blushing. So I just responded in the most honest way I could.
"I don't know." I said. And with that I waived goodbye to him because I could not manage to say anything else.
What the hell have I just started?
<Hey anyone who reads this! First chapter!!! I'm so fracking excited!
Okay, I didn't think about this till now. But I would like to tell y'all that I am a Texan. So if there is some slang or something that y'all don't understand TELL ME! It is funny, because I always say y'all rather than you guys or you all cause it just sounds wrong. So ya!
I will be updating soon.>
