Chapter 6
"Wait." I say and he stops walking."I mean not literally. Sorry" I tell him and we begin to walk until we reach a round picnic table in the, I'm guessing lunch field. "So you're barely turning 19 this summer?" I ask. "That's what I said, yes" He replies. "that's only.......2 years older then me!" I say, astonished. "you're 17?" he asked "well no, you're turning 19 only 4 months after I turn 16, this September 16th." I answer.
It's quiet for awhile but our eyes never leave each others face, just studying one another. I feel hot and my hands begin to sweat under his steady gaze.
"Your face is turning red." he nonchalantly states and my hands fly up to my cheeks, my gaze quickly retreating to the smooth, glossy wooden table. I hear him chuckle as I keep my embarrassed face down. "so... where'd you move in from?" he asks. I peer up only enough to see he's still staring at me. geeze could you stop! "Japan" "Japan! wow, that sounds fun. do you know Japanese?" "ya" I say, now looking at him. "can you say anything?" his curiosity makes me giggle, so I tell him the first thing that came to mind "sure. あなたは本当にかわいいです。あなたが私を凝視するとき、私は戸惑いを感じるが、私は、私はあなたにときめきを持っていると思うので、それは大丈夫です" ( you are really cute. When you stare at me I feel embarrassed, but it's okay because I think I have a crush on you )
I keep my calm smiling face on but inside I'm screaming! holy shit, did I really just say that!? Geeze that's embarrassing! He shouldn't understand though! I'm so stupid!
he begins laughing out of no where and then says "それは愛らしいでした！例によって褒めてくれてありがとう" (that was adorable! thank you for the compliment by the way)
[A/N: I got this off of google translate but when I translate the Japanese part back in English, it doesn't entirely say what I want it to, so just know the English part is what I want it to say :p]
My face turns beet read and my jaw goes slack "you understood me!?" I ask flabbergasted.
"yes."
"but-"
"I took the responsibility to learn different languages during my free time in school."
"Is there anything you haven't done?"
He shrugs "do you live by your self?"
what the hell? "what, are we playing 20 questions?" I ask, folding my arms across my chest.
"ya, we could."
"Well then it's my turn, don't you think? What's your full name?"
"Ashton Hels."
"Ashton..." I drag the name as I let my tongue 'taste' it. Hmmmm....Sounds good to me.
"yes, that'd be me. So are you wearing contacts?"
"No. Are you here every day?"
"I should be, yes. How long have you had those piercings?"
my fingers come up to my top lip and touch my angle bites. "well this is my first year in high school and I got theses in 8th grade so-"
"Sorry for interrupting but what do you mean first year in high school? Aren't you in 10th grade?"
"well in Japan, the private school I went to had 9th grade in middle school and 6th grade in elementary."
He just nods his head and stays quiet so I take it as a sign to continue. "So I've had these for about two years being 3 years on my birthday. Do-"
Beeeeeeeep
"Was that the bell?" I ask as I look around me.
"Yes. What do you have next?"
"lunch but I think I'll go and find the library." I say as I get up.
"Okay. Nice talking to you by the way. I enjoyed your company." and with that, he walks off.
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After a nice long hour in the library -note the sarcasm- and another boring hour of expectations speech in art class, I find my self in the gym.
"Welcome to cheerleading! I'm Sa...brin.... a...." the brunette, skinny, overly exciting, girl in front of me stops talking and I already know why but I just ignore it.
" Katherine Haven" I state my name for the attendance. Wait cheerleading!? since when does high school have a cheerleading period? I can't have cheerleading, I'll have to talk to the to the person in charge of the schedules about it. I refocus my attention back on the brunette only to see her studying me. I loudly clear my throat, but she doesn't look embarrassed about her rudeness.
"oh right. Here's your uniforms" she breathes, of course studying my face once again. She gives me four carefully wrapped navy blue packages with an elegant looking white tiger covering most of the front surface. Under it reads Ryder H. Academy in silver loopy letters. hmp I expected nothing less from a rich private school. I stuff the packages into the smooth, brown leather book bag, that was given to all students a week before school began. I sit on the bleacher and after a while the coach launched into the same speech I've heard all day. Only one more period to go.
