Your My Other Half

Chapter 1: The Day I Saw Him

     Staring at my feet while dragging them across the sidewalk. I hung low, with all of my sadness and rage just chaining me to the ground. I would never be free, I could never seem to let my emotions go, I could never truly smile with meaning. I was broken deep down inside, to others I was a mystery and I wanted to stay that way. I wanted to be invisible, so I could no longer be hurt by so many people. I had been stepped on so many times I just became part of the ground. Just walking home, to my bedroom, where I would hide away for hours on end, never appearing. I felt tears being made behind my eyes and I felt a warm water droplet drip down my face, I was crying. It's not like anyone would ever notice anyway, no one would understand me, ever. I had taken so much pain, I just felt numb to all of it. I feel the chilled fall breeze sneak across my back and swoosh my hair around, I get goose bumps. I don't know who I am and no one can help me become the remains of the person I used to be. I am cold blooded and I will never find anyone who loves me enough to try to warm me again. Suddenly I am interrupted abruptly and almost knocked over. I look up to see a muscular guy, strikingly handsome. He cleared his throat "Sorry, I didn't mean too." he says in a deep voice. "It's fine, I wasn't paying attention, it was probably my fault." I say in a little voice. "Hey, I am new here. I just moved here today and thought I would stop by Starbucks to get a coffee, do you know where I would find one here?" he asks. "Yeah in Glen's, it's actually straight up ahead from here." I say, pointing. "Okay thanks. I am Diesel, I am 17 years old and I plan to be going to Stockholm High. How about you?" Diesel says. "My name is Hazel, I am 17 too and I go to Stockholm High." I say. "Wow how ironic! Now that I know your name I need to ask you a question." Diesel says. Uh oh, I know what's coming. "Sure, ask me anything you want." I say, in a worried tone. "Hazel, what is wrong? I can see you have seen crying and you seem very sad." Diesel says. I look into his eyes for a split second then I look away. "I'm fine." I say. "I can see the hurt in your eyes Hazel. Although I am not going to force you to tell me, but I will figure out what's wrong." Diesel says. He doesn't even know me and he's already interested in this mysterious mess of me. "I know we just met but do you want to get Starbucks with me?" Diesel asks. "Sure, I don't really have anything to do anyway." I say. We start on our way to Starbucks. I can't stop glancing at him, he is my image of perfection. He is perfectly toned, has a sharp jawline, short dark brown curly hair, and hazel eyes. That's the most intriguing of all, his eyes, they look like my own eyes. I have a peculiar mixture of colors in my hazel eyes and Diesel's appeared that way too. I think he spotted me staring. "What?" Diesel says, arching an eyebrow. "Nothing." I reply. "It's not nothing, your staring at me." Diesel says, laughing. I immediately blush and my face feels hot. "So, I'm guessing that you think I am cute?" Diesel says. "Yes, I'll admit it. You are strikingly handsome." I say, my face is burning red hot. "Wow, I am sure you are a great writer, you have a sophisticated sound and meaning in your words." Diesel says. I am not sure if it's a compliment or not. I am guessing so because he smiled when he said it. "I love girls who are good with words, and are smart, you look like one of those girls." Diesel says. I manage to break a half smile. I can see Diesel is concerned. Although he stays quiet the next few minutes to Starbucks. We ordered our coffee, I had to fight to pay for my own. He was so charming but I knew he would never love me because he never knew me before I was broken, so I am sure he is just going to abandon me like the rest. It was kind of nice chatting, but Diesel did a lot of staring off into space, it looked like he was thinking very hard. He asked me to show him around the school tomorrow and I said that I would. Then I dragged myself home, into my bedroom. Although not as heavy with sadness and anger as other nights. I was preoccupied.

     I woke up early to make sure I had enough time in the morning to show Diesel the whole high school and the classes he would be taking. Today I wore my fashionably ripped skinny jeans and a Black Ops shirt. I tied up my Converse and I was out the door with my phone and black sweatshirt in hand. I climbed up into my truck and started it up. It was loud because it was a diesel, I repainted it black several years ago. The original color was a tan/gold color. I pulled into the school parking lot seeing only another truck than was a bright blue, also a Ford truck like mine, but not diesel. I chuckled to myself as I thought about how I had a diesel truck and his name was also Diesel. I jumped out and so did he. "Good morning Hazel." Diesel says. I can see little black circles under his eyes. "Good morning Diesel." I say. "Is that your truck?" Diesel asks, looking at me and then the truck. "Yes, of course. I am a Ford girl." I say with a little giggle. "Nice, I noticed it's a diesel too." Diesel laughed when he said this. "Yep, I was just thinking that earlier." I say, smiling fully, for the first time in forever. "Yes!" Diesel cheers. "What?" I ask. "I got you to smile!!!" Diesel chants. "Thanks." I say. "I have had a lot of things going on lately and you are really going to help my emotions not go on such a roller coaster." I add. "It's my pleasure to be there for people, I was pretty down in the dumps for a while too." Diesel says, smiling. "Is that a Black Ops shirt?" Diesel seems surprised. "Yes." I say. "Are you single? If not, do you have a twin?" Diesel says laughing. "I am single, but I do not have a twin." I laugh. "So I am guessing your single too?" I ask. "Yes." Diesel says. "Wow, that's a miracle!" I say with a laugh. "I knew I was moving so I figured I would put any girl's I liked out of my mind and then I would allow myself to have relationships when I got here." Diesel says, he looks me in the eyes as if he is implying that he wants to date me. Finally I stop talking and get around to showing him the high school. Honestly it didn't take that long and the office gave Diesel a map in case he needs it.