Run

Three

I briskly walk through the main gates, my head held down to avoid any social contact. Loud voices trying to be heard, no, the voices are slightly louder than they should be. Reluctantly I lift my head up. Two boys fighting, trying to swing a punch at one another, trying to claw their faces and trying to wrestle each other to the ground. One of them, he looks about a year older than me, 17. He has dark hair, almost black, messy, long-ish hair. The other one looks the same except he has slightly shorter hair. There is another boy trying to pry both of them off each other. He looks the youngest, in fact, they look like brothers. Yes, deffinately. Finally the youngest brother manages to push them off of each other. The eldest walks away. I look up at him, we hold a gaze for a few seconds. I quickly look away before it gets awkward and swiftly walk into the school doors. But before I can even think about what classes I have today in this unfamiliar school his eyes keep flashing in my mind, they were a deep blue, the type of colour that you could get lost in for every second of your life, the type that....

"It's Kyle."

What?? I look up, dragging my mind away from my thoughts. Crap. It's him. What do I do? I'm so socially awkward it's actually unrealistic. I think I'm going to have a panic attack.

"I didn't know I asked" I hear my self saying in a cold voice. This always happens. Why do I have to always sound so horrible. Oh my god. His smile is so hot. I smile back so I don't sound as sincere.

"You didn't. I gave it anyway." He smirks.

"Hi, I'm Belle." I say quietly.

"So how come I haven't seen you around?" He says raising his eyebrows.

"So how come you were fighting with your brother?" I mumble trying to change the subject.

"Ahhh, he's my brother, he'll get over it, all though I always batter him." He chuckles giving me a wink.

I look deep into his eyes, getting mesmerised. He stares back, looking into mine. I slowly bite my lip. Why am I getting these feelings so soon? It's like a... Connection..?

"Please don't bite your lip, it makes me want to kiss you even more than I already did." He says in a husky voice whilst sucking on his lip.

"We've only just met." I whisper confused.

"Hm, I feel like I've met you before." He confusedly says furrowing his eyebrows obviously trying to figure out something. The bell rings. I quickly scurry off to get my timetable. What did he mean he feels like he's met me before? I don't think I have. But I do feel something when I'm near him. I'm so confused.