Parachute [Book 4]

Chapter 6 - Wild

The very next morning, before classes started, I was standing by my locker, readjusting the photos on the side just to waste time. I had no idea where else I could have been, so that was the best thing I could have done while I waited.

I moved a photo of me and Marley, and it knocked the photo next to it down and the picture flew to the ground in a graceful spiral. I bent to pick it up and my whole body froze as soon as my fingers grazed over the photo.

It was a photo of Jake and I (of course) but it wasn’t just any photo. It was that one photo in particular; the very special photo.

Just after I had joined Glee club, about a day or two, Jake had talked to me for the first time. It was a proper conversation, and I remember how much I laughed. It almost felt like it was the first time I had laughed in years. He had then asked me for my phone number – which back then was only used for prostituting purposes – and I gave it to him, thinking nothing of it. And then he asked for a photo with me, to save as the contact photo.

That photo meant the world to me, and when Jake printed it for me last year to keep in my locker, I felt so happy and so lucky to have him in my life. It was the start of us. Start of our life long relationship.

“You okay?” The sudden voice beside me made me jump out of my skin for a second and I quickly went to stand up straight, but instead hit my head on the bottom of the locker door. I groaned loudly and bent out of the way of the door, putting my hand on my head and muttering curse words under my breath. God, that hurt a lot.

I reached my other hand down and picked up the photo, finally standing up and rubbing my sore head, my eyes squeezed shut. I didn’t even give a thought at who was the one who had asked me if I was okay before yelling at them. “Jesus Christ, you have to work on your sneak attacks because people are going to end up getting so badly injured, Mel.” I rubbed the spot on my head one last time (where I knew I was going to get a lump) before actually opening my eyes.

I gasped as soon as I caught those adorable brown eyes staring back at mine. Oh shit, it’s Idony.

Idony was raising her eyebrow at me, waiting for an explanation. I slammed my hand over my mouth and stared at her, watching the way she bit her lip and the way she pushed her hair behind her ear. “I am so, so sorry. Oh my God, Idony, I’m sorry.” I mumbled, running my hand through my hair and giving her a forgiving smile. I was getting so nervous, and I had no idea why. Oh yeah, that’s right. I have a freaking crush on the girl.

She laughed – and my first thought was oh God, her laugh is freaking cute – before she shook her head and leaned forward, her faces only centimeters from mine. “It’s fine. It was my fault anyway.” Her voice was like a whisper, and it could have so easily been mistaken for a sexy, sultry whisper.  She leaned back and crossed her arms. I couldn’t stop staring at her, and I felt like such a creep. Plus the fact that I had a boyfriend made it just that much worse.

Jake hasn’t talked to you in forever, Angie, the little voice inside of my head said. It’s not your fault.

I laughed sheepishly at her and felt my cheeks heat up. The words she had spoken, the things she was doing, just her in general was doing this to me. I really was actually blushing bright red. I just wanted to slap myself. For blushing in the first instance and for checking the girl out every chance I got.  

How could I not stare at her though?I mean, look at those legs and those arms and those eyes and most importantly those-

My inner monologue – and the staring I was doing – was cut short by a scream from behind me and a shove to my back, sending me forward and crashing into the my locker door. Idony jumped out of the way just in time, and I was really thankful she hadn’t gotten hurt.