Forget Me Not [Original]

Chapter 14- Point of View

Jen

Tuesday morning. School. The winter breeze the music to the trees' dance.

If only time could stand still, forbidding the moment to pass and move onto the next. Unfortunately for me, time doesn't work like that. It's the one thing that truly doesn't last but is forever, always arbitrary. 

It is this, time, that allows me to wonder how I didn't notice so many details. The way people lean in close, almost affectionately so that private words may be exchanged. The way the leaves are a visual of the winds travel pattern. Even the way the birds fly, graceful but with purpose. 

I now notice all of it as I walk to the nurse's office in the main building of my school. The cream tile glistens beneath my feet, the result of a custodian's care for their job. The voices haunt as always, they haunt the lives of everyone. There is always something needed to be said or something that is wanted to be expressed. It is beautiful lie, how something matters but doesn't at the same time. I guess it all depends on the point of view.

"Do you need something?" The nurse asks. She is a middle aged woman, her brown eyes devoid of the spark that is life. I read on the door her name was Mrs.Jean.

"Uhm. I needed to turn these into you. They're my pain meds my doctor gave me for the school." I tell her, giving her a small orange pill bottle.

"Your name?" She asks, grasping the container. She takes out a pair of white glasses from a drawer before slipping them onto the bridge of her porcelain nose, scrutinizing the label.

"Jen Jonson," I reply.

She nods at a blue binder beside her, "Sign yourself in."

"Okay." I quickly sign my name, my hand shaky so it looks more like a scribble.

"You've taken them already today?"

"Yes."

"Then I should expect to see you around lunch time." She places the pill bottle in a cabinet aligned along the wall.

"Yes ma'am." I finish, walking out of the nurse's office. School is just about to start, and I don't want to be late. Yesterday, I think I only made it through two of my classes before calling Shawn. Today I would have to make it all day.

While walking toward the library, I spot Chris, his lean figure distinguishable in the way he carries himself, with a kind of confidence I could only dream to possess.

I hastily pull out my earbuds to put them in my ears, shoving them into the audio jack in my phone. I make my way passed him, the shortest way to the library. Please don't notice me, I pray. I don't want any sort of confrontation. All I want to do is try to finish up on homework.

Luckily, he doesn't notice me. Or if he does, he doesn't make an effort in conversing with me and for that I'm grateful.

The bell rings in about fifteen minutes, Physics being my first class, then English. If I can make it through those then at lunch I can relax, and worry about the last two classes later.

Focusing on my homework, I try to concentrate and remember what material we recovered. My homework says momentum, but I can only recall learning horizontal and vertical velocity. Some of my homework is already done, my hand writing scrawled across the page but me having no memory of ever writing these words. I quickly grow frustrated and annoyed with myself, about to give up. 

A loud noise interrupts my train of thought. The bell. To my demise, I walk to my class.

"I didn't see you yesterday in History." A voice says. Shoot. I mentally face palm, hoisting my backpack higher on my shoulder. I thought I had avoided him, but I thought too soon.

"Yeah, I wasn't feeling well." I say, meeting his green eyes. I must be crazy. I could've sworn he had blue just yesterday. I squint at him, making sure I am sane.

He must've registered my confusion because he says, "Colored contacts."

I exhale in relief, "I thought I was going crazy."

He chuckles lightly, displaying a set of perfect white teeth.

"Did you go to the nurse?" He asks, referring to my ill state yesterday. He moves closer to me subconsciously, and it's all I can do to hide my discomfort in his close proximity.

"Uhm, no. I had a friend pick me up." I reply, slyly taking a step away from him.

He seems to notice as a frown sets on his face, the edges of his lips dipping.

Before this encounter can get any more awkward I retreat to class.

"I have to go, see you later," I call behind me. I think I see his eyes harden, but he turns from me before I can get a good look. He didn't do anything else, there was no presence of a smile or wave good-bye. What an interesting individual.

                                        

During school Shawn had texted me that he would pick me up. In his text, he stated that he had his last class off and to expect him to meet where we had yesterday. So here I was, stepping on the fallen dead leaves to sit at the red bench I was at the day prior.

"Hey there Miss History." Chris says, falling in step with me. His demeanor has changed from this morning, and he bumps me playfully. I smile, bearing my teeth, but I look away from him. I catch a small glance of him; a smirk graces his lips and adorning is lean frame are a dark pair of jeans and a gray hoodie with the words 'Nike'.

"You have nice smile" He comments, hanging his arm on my shoulder. The gesture is possessive and I'm not sure if I like the attention he is giving me, my stomach clenching at the uncertainty of his motives.

Although my face heats, I ignore his compliment, slouching out of his hold. I feel his gaze on me and I hesitate to meet his eyes, but decide to face him with determination. His eyebrows are drawn in an upset way and his lips are set in a firm line. I try to hold my impassive composure, but jump as a horn goes off.

I look over Chris's shoulder, relieved to see Shawn in his sleek black car. I exhale, not realizing I was holding my breath.

"My ride's here." I explain, carefully moving around him.

I continue to feel his eyes watching my every movement, but soon I accompany Shawn.

"Hey," He says, searching my face for a moment.

The inside of his car is occupied with warmth and the sweet scent of grapefruit, it's almost intoxicating and I find myself loving it.

"Hi," I reply, smiling brightly. Goosebumps rise on my arms and I force myself not to shiver from the intense look in his eyes.

He smiles back, reaching for my hand. "Ready?"

"Yes." I say as I feel his warm hand caressing mine.

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(A/N): I'm getting good at these updates guys! I'm so happy about that. We are on the road to 1k and if we hit it with this chapter I will try my best to get the next chapter up within the next 2 days. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter otherwise. Chris has made yet another appearance! He is an interesting character that I've been developing, but I hope you guys like him. Also, sorry for the slow start to this chapter but I wanted to describe her thoughts more seeing as the past few updates have been mostly dialogue. Regardless, I hope y'all like it. Til next time! xx.