The One Who Wasn't Expected

Odd feelings

      There was an odd feeling as i walked to the bleachers. You know when you're feeling you are being watched. Well, i felt that but knowing that no one to even look at my baggy clothes and some-what frizzy brown hair that covered my deep ocean blue eyes. Got those from my dad's side of the family. My brother took after my mom with the brown puppy dog eyes. But that had to be impossible. I, Reah, am a straight -up loner. No sugar coating that. The feeling isn't going away though. I gave up on my gut feeling and unpacked my homework as I got on the bleachers. After an hour of pre-cal/trig, i began to get bored. I finally looked up and instantly was flabbergasted. Lucas Mills was staring at me, straight at me. Lucas wasn't just the captain of the football team, he was also the sexiest man at school. Well, when I said I had no first crush. I lied. My brother was best friends with this drop dead gorgeous man for six years and those six years, I still gawk when I see his eyes, golden brown. He could melt the whole damn ice territory with those damn breath taking eyes. Wait. Was he the one I felt staring at me? Why do I keep staring back? Oh. Gods. I feel so self-conscious. My body tingles with nervousness of his approval of my life. Wait. Grow the fuck up, Reah. You shouldn't care. He ignores your existence. He wouldn't take a second to give you the time of day. You're a loner. And the popular kids would never ruin their reputation to even glare at you. But he is. He is staring at me. But there is no hope. You going to be lonely forever. With that final last thought I finally let go of the breath I didn't know I was holding. With that thought in my mind, I started to watch my brother massacre the football team.
      Practice had finally gave out, starting to pack my brother walked up with a smile on his face. "Lucas is coming over tonight and that's my final word. Also Tiffany wants to come so, if I leave with her, lock yourself in your room till I get back." I'm not his fucking kid and we all know what Tiffany means by she wants to come. I never followed his rules. He wanted to go play with his Barbie doll then I am doing as I fuck. "Like I didn't see that coming", sarcasm oozed from my voice. That chick hated my guts since she laid eyes on me. She was popular. And thats all that mattered. His eyes had no emotion which meant he wasn't letting me affect him today. The voided eyes used to make me fear him but I lived with him for seventeen years and those eyes never hid who he was to me. He wanted to feel and she pushed him to a little of the feel he wanted.
       "You'll be riding with Lucas, sis. Since on that tone. I will spend the night with Tiff. I'd rather not hear another hissy fit from her." My insides began to twist of the idea of Lucas in the same car as me. I was scared to even breathe near him. It sounds like I worship him but in honesty, he is just to gorgeous to be mortal.

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Made it longer to interest more. Im not yet to the good part. And when i mean good i mean NAUGHTY.