Sound of Silence

Fire

As I got ready for Wesley Baker's bonfire, I felt sick. Noah Steele's second note gave me so many more questions than the last. It was as if, somehow, he was physic. He knew exactly when to pop up, and exactly what to say. Or should I say write? It seemed like he could read my mind. Everyone's minds. One thing was for sure though, he knew what we were talking about on the green.

Him.

I always thought that I would never be the kind of girl who swooned over a boy. But, with Noah, I was at a loss for words. I'd never met a guy like him. So distant, so content to be alone. Nothing seemed to bother him. Not people, or places, sounds, movement, even the weather didn't faze him.

 Noah seemed to be a creature of habit. No matter how hot it was outside he always wore that leather jacket. And he always read the same book, in the same place, every day. He bought the same cigarettes, and smoked the exact same amount every day at school. Three. It was entirely to many in my opinion.

It was silly how much I thought about him. How much I studied  him. I couldn't help it. Whenever he was around it was like I could sense his presence. Smell his cologne. Noah was like a virus seeping through my brain, taking up too much space. It was ridiculous.

"Get it together Beth," I scolded myself, "He's just a boy, who you don't even know I might add. Stop thinking about him. Just stop."

But that was the problem. I couldn't.

I pulled  my long, brown, wavy hair up into a pony tail. Allowing the cool air of my bedroom to hit my neck. I sighed, Alabama was too hot. I wriggled into some high waisted shorts, and a white t-shirt.  I looked in the mirror and sighed. I hated my freckled complexion. I wished that I could just have normal skin. Not these blasted dots littering my face. The only thing I really liked about myself were my eyes. Green, like the trees. They say that only around 2% of the population has green eyes. And I'm pretty sure that my family makes up half of that percentage as both of my parents and their parents have green eyes.

My phone buzzed loudly. I walked over to my bed and picked up the phone, answering it.

"Hello?"

"City Slicker! Where the hell are you?"

It was Wesley.

"I'm getting ready to leave right now," I promised him.

"Well hurry up, we're all waiting!" Wesley huffed.

"Is that Beth?" I heard someone say in the background.

"Yes it's Beth, shut up I can't hear what she's saying!"

"Tell her to wear something sexAY !"

Then a bunch of loud WHOOP'S and YEAH'S flooded through the phone causing me to pull it away from my ear.

"As you can tell, Will and Q already drank alittle bit so you better get here fast before it's gone."

CLICK

And with that Wesley was gone.

I sighed and pulled on my old white converse, grabbing my car keys off the dresser beside my bed. Running downstairs, and calling to my mom that I was headed out for Wesley's party. She replied with a 'be careful' or something like that, I was in too much of a rush to hear her. Normally I never really speed, but my mind was such a mess that I wasn't focused on the road, or how fast I was going. Before I even knew it there were sirens and lights behind me. I cursed underneath my breath and pulled to the side of the road. My stomach in a knot. How could I be so stupid? Now I'm going to be in big trouble. I saw an officer in my rear view mirror and rolled my window down as he came to the drivers-side, peering into the car.