Wonderland

Ch.3

I was quite nervous to arrive at school the next day. The idea of meeting this new kid being a good thing or not was at the epicenter of my mind. Although, Steph and Justin managed to keep my mind off things for we had the majority of our classes together. In our first class, English, I sat behind Justin and beside Stephane. She was trying to get me to go to a party that one of the football boys was hosting. "We have to go. I hear it's going to be the party of the year," Steph said trying not to be detected by our teacher. "Which one is having the party? Cause I'm pretty sure a few don't like me," I spoke in the same tone as Stephane. Justin replied over his shoulder in his deep voice that it was Josh Hanson. Josh Hanson and I have know each other for many years. We attended the same school since the 5th grade and for some reason, Justin's mother really likes to have deep conversations with my dad. "Come on dude you have to go. Who will take care of Steph and I when we get hammered?" said Justin with a pleading smile that reminded me why every girl in school wanted him. "Blake Dawson, you stop that talking right now or it will be a telephone call home to your parents!" exclaimed the old hag at the front of the class. She turned back to the chalkboard and began to scratch at it, sending shivers down my spine. "I hate that old bitch," Justin testifies with Steph and I agree. Back to our conversation, I told them that I'd go, but just to keep Justin's pretty face out of the toilet. Justin scoffs at my joke and smacks the side of my shoulder. I smile back, but when he turns to face front, I look at Steph and began to rub my now bruising arm. She kisses her hand and places it on the damaged area. She looks at me as is she wanted to say it would be OK in the soft calming voice that only she had.

When the bell rang, the three of us left the class and went to our lockers for the book that we each needed for our next class. Passing through the congested hallways was always a pain to me. Having Justin bulldozing a path for us was a plus though. Eventually we got to our locker and we continued our discussion of the party. I asked who else was going as I grabbed my pre-calculus book and Steph started naming the masses who where expected to be in attendance. Locking my locker, I backed up from them and got rammed face first into Steph's chest. Instinctually, Justin grabbed the back of my head and lifted it off the blushing blonde. The anger that was misdirected faded as he looked me in the face. We both turned to look at the asshole who bumped into me, a guy I had never seen before. He had black hair that covered one his bright blue eyes. I made eye contact with him and those eyes made me stop instantly. For a moment things seemed to move slowly. He had a strong jaw line and high cheekbones. With his large lips open a bit to reveal white perfect teeth conceded behind them. His broad, muscular shoulders were at my eye level. My eye drifted down to his arms that were obviously to big for the maroon shit he had on, and continued to follow his firm body my eyes where attracted to his thick thighs. He wore dark colored jeans that showed off every muscle he had in his legs. This guy was ripped as much so that even Stephane joined me in admiring this fine specimen. I felt my face and ears start to get hot from the blood that was being produced from my rapid beating heart. I took a slight breath and things resolved back to their normal speed. "Watch where you're going. asshole!" shouted Justin who looked like he was going to strike at him. "Oh my bad," said the guy in a cool relaxed tone. He smiled at me as if to apologize and I exhaled the breath I recently took in. Once again feeling the lavishing warmth that had engrossed me, I took a step back and watched him walk by me.

"People here are getting so rude," protested Justin. "He was hot though," teased Stephane with a saucy look that I knew she only used to get Justin mad so they could have loud, aggressive sex later. "Not even, that guy was a creep. Am I right Blake?" replied Justin in the expected tone that Steph was aiming for. I didn't reply, I was too busy looking for the guy who had just vanished in swarm of bodies who loitered the hallways. "Blake?Blake?" Justin was waiting for a consensus that never came. Realizing this, he shrugged me off and turned to see if his girl was unharmed. I snap out of my trance and looked around to see if anyone noticed. Not noticing anyone who had, I grabbed hold of Stephane's hand and hastily push through the hall to our next class. Justin, lost of what just happened, slammed his locker and chased after us while throwing a small freshman out of his way. Finally catching up to us, Justin asked if I knew who that was. I replied with a cold "no," to try to erase any inquiry of my doing so. Steph agreed that she too didn't know the stranger but wished she did; keeping up with the cat and mouse game she had with Justin.

Finally getting to Pre-cal class, I race to my seat, take out my notebook and got ready. Steph and Justin look at me as if I had just said the most random thing imaginable. "What?" I say annoyed. They give me a smirk and took their seats. I have never wanted a teacher to start lecturing this bad. Every moment that the geriatric geezer took from teaching a movie played over in my head of the Adonis who bumped into me. It started to bother me how a guy could make me feel like I was in junior high again. I could not shake the butterflies from my stomach. On top of that, I have never had a single feeling for a guy before. I tried so hard to pay attention to the ancient soul in front of the class but I couldn't. I jump from the sound of the bell that alerted the end of class. "Wait what? We just got here." "No... its been 45 minutes, are you feeling OK? You kind of just sat there looking out into space the whole class," said Justin, with a concerned look on his face. "Yea boo whats up?" asked Stephane as she rubbed my arm and helped me up from my seat. "I need a moment," I mutter and run out the class leaving my books. "Oh OK well, we will see you later then," called Steph after me. Dashing through the hallway seeking a bathroom, I jostled anyone in my way. Finding my safe haven in the bathroom, I looked in the mirror and noticed my face was pale. Turning on the faucet, the only other guy in the bathroom looked at me and exited. I cup my hands under the running water and splash it on my face. The cold water soothed my face, so I repeated this two more times. Looking back into the mirror the color returned to my cheeks. After taking a few deep breaths and splashing my face I grab a paper towel. Patting my face with the brittle paper stung as I wiped all the water off. My legs began to palpitate so I sat down. Sitting there a minute or two I began to feel foolish. Getting up, I fixed my short black hair in the mirror and headed to my next class.

The rest of the school day felt like a blur. One class after the next, I started to feel better knowing I'd most likely never see him again. There was a side of me that demanded that I must see him one more time. Sitting in my last class, I felt an uncontrollable sense of happiness that I was almost done with school. I began to look out the gigantic windows as I always do in that class. Watched two birds fly in circles to land in one tree, I ignored the teacher. "Class, we have a new student," said the teacher. This caught my attention and I whipped my head to the front of the class. My jaw dropped I saw the asshole standing in such a relaxed way in front of us mere mortals. "Class, this is Owen Cruz." My heart fell to my stomach and I felt a huge urge to vomit on the kid next to me. The god-like being was my hot ass neighbors son! "Say hello," instructed the teacher. He replied with a simple "hey," but said it in a way that would make all who heard it just melt. "Take a seat in the empty desk behind Blake Dawson." My eyes frantically searched for this "Blake Dawson," for I was not he and there was no free desk behind me. He nodded and started down my row. At his sight, my heart began to beat rapidly. Getting closer, he made eye contact with me and sent shivers down my spine. My body seemed to acknowledge his presence because as he sat down all my muscles in my body seemed to relax.

"I'm Owen," he said stretching out his hand. I looked at his invitation to shake his hand and turned around and took his hand. Staring at his firm grip I managed to say "I'm Blake." "Dawson, right?" he said as I lifted my head to make eye contact with his blue eyes again. Trying to compose myself, I smirk and let out a small chuckle. "Cool, nice to meet you," he said in a mild tone. I turned back around and took a deep breath. I guess I dozed off again staring out into space cause the bell rang to dismiss us from school. Owen got up and touched my shoulder and said, "Nice to meet you again," then walked out. I nodded and rose from my seat and walked out behind him. I was still in shock that I live down the street from him. I am highly considering to be friend him like my parents wanted.

That afternoon when I got home, I told my mother of the boy I met today. I didn't go in depth about how we met, just the basics. She was not really paying much attention to me. She was preoccupied with preparing dinner and listening to the news. After her short, "that's nice dear," I walked leisurely up to my room, tossing my stuff on the desk that stood in the corner of my room and jumping on my bed. It felt nice to recline after a long and strange day. The silence of my room bothered me. I plugged in my iPhone into speakers and blasted Avicii and let the hypnotic rhythm rock my head until I knocked out.

I am awaken with a sharp, high pitch jingle of the door bell. I fall to the floor with my harsh awakening and try to focus on where I was. Once my senses calibrated correctly, I got off the floor and ran down the stairs. I called for my mother to ask why she had not answered the door but got no response. The bell rings it's obnoxious chime again and I open the door.