Belle's Need Love Too

Chapter 5

  As soon as I processed, and accepted my harsh status quo, I realised I wasn't alone in the dreary labyrinth. I felt someone's prescence, an earthly entity to be exact. How did I know? For one, angel's would haev politely introduced themselves'. Second, only a human's eyes could bore so hard into one's back that it could be felt like heat radiating from a lightbulb. Finally, I discovered upon sharply turning around, he was standing right there. The man of the hour, Jamarco, was present wearing a surly expression. He was not, thankfully, alone.

  The Old Spice reeking, overly musceled, midget of a teen was accompanied by an unfamiliar authority figure. Was he the piggs? I questioned to myself.

   Without glancing at the tall stranger's face, my eyes went on a journey over his body. One look at his professionally formal attire, proved my suspcions wrong. The loose fitting, yet well-tailored khakis hung carelessly from his well toned thighs and calfs. His well-developed upper body was concealed by a crisp, midnight rugby-style shirt. As my eyes found their way up to any sign of skin, I was startled. The skin was creamy and white, but had to much tone to be white. I was sure this man was a light skinned black one, until I reached his face.  I just fancied a boatman. Yes, this man -squinty, dark eyes and all- was one of those types.

    Ashamed, I cast my eyes in another direction.  I knew I had been loitering for a good minute, and decided to turn on my weak heal, away from Jamarco's steady glare, to my first class. As I nearly made a complete bodily revolution, someone cleared their throat. I knew it wasn't Jamarco, I wouldn't have acknowledged him no ways, so I reluctantly spun back around -slapping myself, and the wall, with my hair. The tall creature looked down at me, which was quite unusual (especially coming from a boatperson), non-threateningly. He crossed his arm around his chest, covering most of his silk tie, knowing he had my attention, he continued to eye down on me.

  He swiveled on his heel to face Jamarco and stated, "Surely, you have something to say to the lovely young lady."

    Jamarco cocked his empty head to the side, proceeding to make a rude, ceremonious sigh. All the while he rolled his eyes, to Mr. Oceanliner's shock. I was completely lethargic, and unsurprised by his rudeness. I just stood in my place, doing my best to look apathetic, while Boatman glared down on him. Those eyes of his, were already hard to decipher; but pair that with his squinting glare, and you had to snake like slits. But he still managed to be.... Beautiful.

   Again? I pondered. Did I really just let myself be taken aback by that stranger from beyond Caucasia, over a couple deserts, with an alleged chicken dick -Again?

   Internally, I shook my ringlet-y head, in an effort to cleanse myself of such ungodly thoughts. As I regained my usual impermiable composure, I noticed that all three parties were having some sort of simialar thoughts of ungodly hate. I willed for this new interventionist, confrontation-style figure to leave the situation; in an effort to preserve my identity as a smooth, law-abiding crminial. Jamarco looked arrogant as always, his smooth chocolate, mousse skin stretched over his muscles as they twitched with the adrenaline only triggered by pure spiteful rebellion.  Boat man glared his almond shaped orbs down into the very recesses of Jamarco's soul, with an expression so intense, it looked as though he wanted to light him ablaze.

   I just stared at them both, waiting for this showdown to end, so I could go to my class which I was already too late for. Though, yes I do loathe with passion my first period class on the third, and final floor of this school, I desired nothing more than to high tail it there immediately. In other circumstances, I would welcome the excuse to buy me time from a class in which the kind hearted, yet oblivious teacher didn't see the obvious cruelties I endured. However, right now, I was thankful for Mrs. Wright's selective reality. I wish this foreign man had kept to his place, and not try to be so confrontational on the his first day.

The sickening silence radiated forever until Boatman raised his voice at the delinquent another time.

"I said you have something to say to her!" he spoke out in a surprisingly southern drawl. Some green veins throbbed in his neck and on his face, while he looked like he would literally uproot the idiot.