Seasons Falling

Five

Celine's P.O.V.

Entry two: Monday, November 2

This past week was really insane. Tuesday, October 27th was only 6 days ago...and yet I am completely different now. The following is a list of everything that has happened.

*On October 27th, I ran into this guy named Roan Daerc (weird name like mine). I had tripped up the stairs (clumsy me) and he asked if I was okay and whatever. 

*That day at lunch, he approached me and formally introduced himself (which was quite adorable)

*Now that I think about it, that was all that happened. Besides for the fact that I absolutely can not get him off my mind. His dark hair, all ruffled like he just rolled out of bed. His strong grip on my hand when he spoke to me at lunch. The little smile on his lips everytime he catches me staring at him.

*SAVE ME

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 I have never been so excited for school.

Ever since that strange Tuesday, I've wanted to go to school and just stay there. Crazy, I know. But it's all because of a guy. Yeah, yeah. Never let a guy occupy your life. I know I shouldn't. I mean, this happens a lot. I notice an attractive guy, and they get so creeped out by my stares, that they don't even bother to approach me. After that, the feelings just go away.

But this is different. 

For once, I always find him staring at me in science. And in math. And when I look back at him, he gives me his signature smirk, and looks back down at his desk.

It is so cute.

I need to stop.

"We're changing seats!" I hear my math teacher say from the front. No. Please.

We all stand up and walk to the front of the room to be placed in new seats.

"James, Sloane, John, Laura..." My teacher calls off names, pointing to their new seats. "Liam, Abby, Roan, Celine..." Is it bad that our names sound good next to each other? I glance at Roan, who managed to stand beside me, and he gives me a little smile as he walks to his seat. He hasn't actually spoken to me since tuesday. And I have to admit, it is killing me from the inside out. Just a simple hello. A hey or how are you? I know I could speak to him first, but I don't want him to think I am that desperate to talk to him. Although I am.

This isn't that bad. I think. Roan sits directly in front of me, which gives me the entire period to watch him. I know, it's creepy. I can't help the fact that I am going inane.

 The only problem I have with these seats is that I can't catch him looking at me anymore. And it would be very noticable if he turned around to see me. I guess it would be the same way if I was in front of him.

When Mr. Rosell makes us take out our binders, I just try to get back on topic. I mean, as Taylor Swift says herself, Love is a ruthless game, unless you play it good and right. Every other time I've 'fallen in love', I've played it wrong. This one time, I want to play it right. But how?

"Celine," I hear someone whisper my name. A smile creeps on my lips. Really?

I look up to Roan, but his head is down toward his desk. He is scribbling something into his notebook. In Science, when I am sitting across from him, I always try to read what he is writing. It always seems like a song, from what I can read.

I look around the room to see who called my name, and my eyes stop when I see Laura smiling directly at me. I smile back, a bit dissapointed that it wasn't Roan calling my name. Who am I kidding? He cared that first day. Now, he just doesn't anymore. Stop overthinking!

"I like your shirt," she whispers to me.

"Thanks, I like your shoes," I reply. I turn back to face my teacher, who is going over the homework questions from last night, and I do everything I can to avoid Roan. I just want to forget about tuesday. 

Sooner than ever, the bell rings, and I gather my books to practially sprint towards the door. I know, I really shouldn't avoid him. I mean, if I don't run away, maybe he will talk to me. Maybe

"Wait, Celine!" A voice calls from behind me.Why is everyone calling to me today?

I just slightly turn my head around and I see Roan look at me with confusion in his eyes. I guess he can tell I've been thinking too much, because I am so annoyed with everything. He quickly approaches me, and we begin to walk to our lockers, standing closer than we need to be. For some reason, just his presence so close to me makes all those bad thoughts go away. The only reason they were ever there in the first place, was because of over thinking.

"You okay?" He asks, looking at me with concern. He is so close, that his arm is brushing against mine. Drastic mood change.

"Yeah. Just thinking to much," I reply, hoping he can't notice how red my face is. I look down towards the ground, trying to calm myself. Enjoy it while it lasts.

"About what?"

I let out a small laugh. "Nothing." How in the world am I suppose to tell you that I am thinking way too much about you?

I look over at him, and he's smiling, as if he can read my mind. His eyes are looking directly into mine, and I just can't help but smile back.

"I knew I could get you to smile." He says, just as he turnes down the hallway and goes to his locker.

You didn't just make me smile, you made my entire day better.

When I get to my locker, I stand there for too long, just staring at it.. And by the time I manage to move my muscles, I am smiling like an idiot. The simplist of things can make me feel like the happiest person alive.

"Still didn't open your locker?" He laughs. He's leaning on the locker next to mine smiling just like I am.

I shake my head, a wide grin still lingering on my face as I finally open my locker. "How long was I just standing here?"

He looks at his watch on his arm, "About two minutes."

"Shit." I mumble under my breath. "You're gonna be late. Just go-"

"I actually don't care if I am late. I'd much rather be here than sitting in class."

"Ah, you're one of those guys." I laugh, bending down to change my books.

"No, I actually don't like being late. That much at least." He corrects. 

"Then why are you waiting now?" I ask. I look around, and only a couple of people still remain in hallway. Shit, shit, shit.

He smirks to himself and looks at his feet. As I stand up and close my locker, I turn to face him. He looks up and meets eyes with me, holding my gaze for a good minute before finally speaking.

"Because I'm with you."

I laugh a bit, as we begin walk down the hallway to our classes. I don't laugh because it is funny, I laugh because it is crazy. Because something finally happened.

And because it's true. I, Celine Skare, am in love with Roan Daerc.

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Ah, young love.

I know only like two people read this story, but thank you xxxx