Jump, then Fall

Chapter 4

I hear the bell ring after English class, jolting me out of my daze. I am a bit tired, but I refuse to sleep. 

I slowly tumbled through the rest of my classes until lunch, in which I usually sit alone. Lana seems to always go out with a different guy everyday at lunch, so I just sit down at a table alone with an apple and read. Lana always tells me that it reminds her of the Cullens from Twilight. I never really thought of it that way though. 

I shuffle down the hallway, dodging the wild crowd of high schoolers. I make it finally to the commons, and sit at my usual table, by the windows, secluded in the corner. I seat my self on the far end, and grab my book out of my messenger bag. I just start to flip the first page of a chapter when I see someone sit across from me out of the corner of my eye. I look up and frown. 

"Keiran, is it?" He sat directly in front of me, resting his head on his palm, held upright by his elbow. 

"Well as far as I know." He shows a smirk, and adds "So, are you the strong and silent type? Oh, no you're not. You're firery and conserved. bit of a challenge, but I like those..."

He looks me up and down again, biting his lip. 

I roll my eyes, and attempt to get back to reading, but Keiran interrupts me again. 

"Not going to eat, eh?" He plops down his tray, filled with almost everything in the cafeteria. 

"No, the food here is practically poison, and I plan on living a long life." 

Keiran runs his fingers through his black hair, pushing it back to reveal his ice blue eyes. I sit there frozen for a second, but I come back to reality when he starts talking. 

"Well, a guys gotta eat. Anywayyyyy..." he trails off as he stuffs his face with a bite of the 'hamburger' and starts again after chewing, "Why is a girl like you sitting alone? I dont peg you as an outsider."

"I'm picky. Lots of bitches at this school..." I point out a table of blondes with coach bags, and another filled with brunettes with gym bags and sports bras. "Its almost like a cult. Blondes with money, and brunettes with money that are overly athletic. I dont fit into either."

"Sounds about right. You're a bit of a ginger..." He looks over at the two groups then back to me. Keiran smirks, and winks, not lingering to look at their asses as I expected him to. 

"I AM NOT A GINGER! I'm a brunette with redish lowlights. There is a difference." 

" Rigghhhttt... So, if you could classify yourself in three words, which would they be?" Keiran looks at me in curiousity. 

I set down 'Pride and Predudice' on the table and think for a moment. 

"Idealistic. Compassionate. Confident."

"You seem to choose your words very carefully."

"I dont talk much, and when I do, I choose every word precisely."

"Wise girl. So hey, we're partners for Mrs. whatever's class. I may seem like a delinquent but I hate late assignments. I have a 3.0 average for goodness sakes!" He slams his hands down on the table, and I laugh in amusement. 

"Oh, thats right. We can work on it tonight if you want. My house." I motion for him to give me his phone, him setting it in my palm. I unlock it and punch in my address and my phone number. "Stop by around 7. I'll be home. And excuse my mother if she answers the door. shes a bit..."

"Blonde?"

"How'd you know?"

"Lucky guess."

I hear the lunch bell ring as I sling my bag over my shoulder. I flash him a faint smile and walk away. What the hell am I even doing? I'm getting to close...

The clicking of heels sound behind me, Lana tapping my shoulder. "Ohhhhh exchanging numbers, now are we? Did I hear ' Come over at 7'? Doing a little bed rocking tonight, huh?"

I facepalm and blush, "Shut up, Lana! We have a project together."

She winks at me, "Oh, i get it. project" 

Just as she finishes her sentence, I see Keiran walk past us, chuckling, holding back obviously.

I slap Lana on her shoulder, "Ugh!"