Cry Me a River (On Hold)

Secrets

Angelic. Beautiful, brilliant, stunning. Loving, caring, romantic. There is so many words I could use to describe Asher Clark. But I can only use one--isn't that right, Mr. Sanders? Our kind of out-of-his-head Personal Relations teacher gave us the most elementary assignment I have ever seen in my high school life. I bet that most of the people in here could swear that they did this exact same thing in 3rd grade. We had to draw a name of one of our classmates from this ugly, beat up, old baseball cap, and now we have to use one word to describe them. A nice word that shows how we all love each other, to put it in Mr. Sanders word.

Asher Clark. The name that I drew from the old, filth covered hat. I don't like the thought of that though, his name being in something so disgusting. It doesn't do him justice. I remember the first time he held my hand, back in middle school. His big, warm hand nearly covering my cold, small one. With our fingers entwined we walked around school freely, not a care in the world. I miss though’s days, when we were free to do what we pleased.

"Miss Jacobs, would you like to grace us with your full attention while we carry on with our class assignment?" Mr. Sanders grumbled in that raspy voice of his. He should really get his throat checked out. It's probably a disease or something...

"Uh, yeah. Sorry Mr. Sanders..." I mumbled quietly, laying my head on my hand instead of on my desk like I had it before.

"Well, Miss Jacobs, would you care to go first?" Well, not really Mr. Sanders, but I'm guessing that that was a rhetorical question. I stood up and walked slowly to the front of the room, the paper with Ashers's name on it crinkling in my clenched fist.

"The name I drew from the old--the baseball cap," I corrected myself just in time. If I would have finished saying 'Old filthy cap,' I'm sure I would have earned myself a lecture from Mr. Sanders. A lecture I am happy to have avoided. "is Asher Clark." I searched around the room until my eyes found his. His big, bright green eyes stared back at me with an amused twinkle in them. I had to fight to keep a smile from coming to my face.

"Mr. Clark, ehh? Interesting...very interesting.." Mr. S mumbled from the back of the room at his desk, writing quick, sloppy notes as he did. Why in the world is he taking so many notes right now? All I have done so far is say Ashers's name...

"Uhm, yeah. Sure, I guess." I kept my eyes on Ashers’s, never taking a break from staring at that gorgeous shade of green. "My oh-so-special word to describe Asher is, Smart. He's very...Smart." The amusement in Asher’s eyes spread through his whole face, and I could see his body shaking with silent laughter.

"Very well then, Mrs. Jacobs. You can take your seat now. And please, sit up." I swear, his voice is starting to give me a headache. I need some Ibuprofen, now. I shuffled back to my seat and made sure that, when I sat down, my head did not fall down to rest on the desk. That's just sad, really. My head could use a rest right about now, and the desk top would be the perfect companion for my throbbing head.

All twenty people in the class got up and said their descriptive word after me. Angela Bradley had my name on her little slip of paper. We used to be best friends in middle school, before she got all preppy and started hanging out with all of the girls who think that the whole school revolves around them when, in reality, everyone secretly hates them and--Stop head-babbling, Leigh! You're just going to end up hurting your head even more. Great, now I'm having a conversation with myself. My brain is going to explode soon, I just know it.

"Pretty. Leigh is just soooo pretty!" Angela said in that annoying, high-pitched, screeching voice of hers. Does everyone here have such a head-throbbing voice? It seems like it. Well, almost everybody. I glanced to the right and rested my eyes on Asher. I kept my eyes glued to him, trying to send him a message with my mind, telling him to look my way. He did. Look my way, I mean. When his eyes met mine I saw him mouth Our hall? I nodded eagerly and then turned my eyes back to the front, where Steven Walls was just about to start talking about Andria Summers.