A Single Droplet

Chapter Two

When I opened my eyes it took a while for me to remember where I was, when I’d finally remembered, I sat up, albeit way to fast. I still had a headache, nowhere near as bad, but there nonetheless.

“That’s probably not a good idea; you may want to rest a little longer.” I heard the nurse’s monotone voice say, I turned to her before searching the room for a clock, with no luck. I was hoping I’d only been asleep for 5 minutes, so I could get back to history. I would have to excuse my tardiness. It was only the first day and I was already late for class.

“What time is it?”

“Two. You can still catch last period, but I advise you to stay here and rest.” TWO?! Oh god oh god, it was my first day and I’d missed 3 of my classes, and would soon miss a 4th if I didn’t hurry, so much for trying to be a good student.

“No, it’s okay I think I’ll be going.” I said taking out my compact and smoothing out my hair and tired eyes in the mirror.

“Alright, but make sure to take it slowly, if you feel dizzy come back here.” I nodded, grabbed my bag and rushed for the door. When I made it into the hallway there were people everywhere and my head was still pounding. I suddenly remembered the boy who had caused my crashing incident, where had he gone to? Well obviously to class, but who was he? I didn’t remember catching a name, and his face was a slightly blurred memory, I did however remember his piercing green eyes. Perhaps it was all a delusion? I scanned the halls but saw no one who resembled the curly haired boy. Disappointment sank through my veins, but I shook it off and pulled out my time table. Luckily I had photography next, a subject which I thoroughly enjoyed and had been looking forward to, I was glad I hadn’t yet missed it.

When I arrived at class my eyes instantly met his gaze, the familiar green eyes sparkled in my direction, I saw a very cheeky smile spread on his face as he gestured for me to take the seat next to his. I cautiously walked over and seated myself, something about his face was different, and something that I automatically assumed wasn’t good. He knew something, I could tell.

“So.. How’s your head, feeling?” There was something in his tone of voice, something I was missing, that I couldn’t quite comprehend.

“Uhh.. It’s better I guess. I’m still a bit disorientated.” I was treading lightly with my words, whatever he was about to tell me, I wasn’t prepared, and I hoped he would notice and take the hint.

Thankfully the bell rung, and in walked a tall woman dressed in a white blouse and black skirt, I’d say she was in her late 20s. She walked into the class, a canon camera strapped round her neck and her long milk chocolate hair flowed down by her face. I saw all the boys in the class gawking, and girls rolling their eyes. I turned to my side to see this boy whose name I still hadn’t gotten round too entranced by the young teacher’s presence. I felt an odd pinch at that moment, but it electrified my body, letting my blood boil. The woman wrote something up on the board, purposely reaching herself higher than need be, she must love this attention. I found myself annoyed with her every action.

The board read Miss. Flack and I was shocked to see the curly haired boys hand shoot right up in the air, the wind almost knocking me out of my seat. I watched as she eyed him, it was sickly, she was at least ten years older than him and as her eyes brushed over him I could feel the colour literally draining from my face. She nodded at him as a cue for him to ask his question, however he didn’t flinch. I surprised myself by softly hitting him in the arm, as if to bring him back from a dazed dream.

“Oh, sorry, I was just wondering.. Miss, how long you’ve been working at Davinson.” A flirtatious smirk played across his full lips, and a dimple emerged on his left cheek. No matter how nauseous his flirty attitude was making me I couldn’t ignore the fact that he was plain right beautiful. His hair, pushed back off his forehead, curls emerging all over the place, dancing off his scalp like they were bungee jumping to the moon. His dimples which appeared every so often filled me with an instant urge to reach over and poke them. I was odd, what more of an explanation could I give.

“This will be my first year teaching photography; however I’ve been a photographer for the last 4 years. What would your name be?” I ignored her annoying expression and turned to the boy, also anxiously awaiting the answer.

“I’m Harry.” There came the dimples again. Harry, I thought to myself, the name never caught my attention that much but hearing him speak it chilled me. Harry, Harry, Harry, I repeated to myself a million times in my head. Miss. Flack noticed everyone staring impatiently and moved back round her desk to start the lesson.

“In this term’s course you will all be working in partners on the 3 course internals. I say we get straight to it and everyone finds a partner.” The white noise quickly filled the room as I quietly stayed seated. I looked around; no one’s face was remotely familiar aside from Harry’s. Great I thought, the guy probably has a ton of other friends in this class. To my shock he spoke to me.

“Hey Raven? You’re kind of the only one I know here. Do you think you’d want to be my partner?” I struggled hard to fight back a smile, and nodded at his request, he looked please and I felt pleased yet there were alarms going off in the back of my head. This boy doesn’t know my name but he said Raven, he just called me Raven