Loving To The Touch

chapter 1

"Mom, I'm leaving for school." I called out to my mom just as I was about to walk out the door.

"Okay sweetie, I love you." She responded back as I walked out to my blue Chevy Cruze to go to school.

It had been about 2 weeks since the new school year started, and I was now a junior and still the same social outcast as I was last year and the years before. I had a good 15 minute drive until I get to school so I plugged in my phone to the aux cord of my car, and started playing my favorite album on spotify from electric guest. Plural. Its amazing.

With the music blasting it didn't seem as long as it was to get to school this morning. When I arrived it was just as busy as every morning. I pulled into the parking lot watching all angels. I found a parking spot by the back and parked. I sat in my car for a few more seconds to finish the song and to get all my stuff together.

Unplugging my phone and twisting the keys out of the ignition I hopped out of my car, and slung my bookbag over my shoulder. As I walked I fixed my shirt which was just a peach monogram washed scoop tee. The shirt was accompanied by a pair of black leggings with my white converse. I looked around to see everyone socializing with each other. That just made me want to get to class faster.

I jogged up the large staircase to the grand school doors and stepped in. The sound of so many conversations filled my ears. I went down a hall to my locker and switched around my books so I had what I needed up until the end of the day. I shut my locker with a light bang which caused a few people that were standing around to jump.

Making my way to my first class I stumbled across the cheer teem. And low and behold I had made my way right in the middle of their weird circle while trying to get through the halls. Jordan, the head cheerleader gave me a discussed look and then I was shoved from their group tripping and falling in the process. I heard laughter as I scrambled around on the floor to pick up all my books.

A guy named Ben Kurt bent down and helped me. He was nice to everyone all the time. He was also my neighbor next door, and old friend at one point.

Once all my books were picked up, I ran off out of sight. I don't even know if anyone saw me, but that didn't matter to much to me, because I had successfully made it to my first class, Science, Yay. Sarcasm. I didn't really care that much for the class cause the teacher was the literal definition of an ass. His name was Mr. Smith. He was one of the schools soccer coachs, and so he was buds with all the jocks, and he looked at all the girls. That's why I sit in the back corner of the class out of his sight.

I walked in and threw my stuff so the side of my desk and plopped drown in my seat closest to the corner. We were supposed to have partners in this class that sat as the same pared desk thing but it was only me at my table. The bell was about to ring and everyone was taking their seats when someone new walked through the door of my classroom.

"I hope I'm not to late sir." He said with a thick British accent that I mentally melted inside from

"Oh, you must be the new foreign exchange student. Umm, I think it was Ryan. Ryan sholster." Mr. Smith said looking up and down from a paper on his desk.

"Yes sir that would, in fact be me."Ryan said pushing some of his almost brown messy hair from his face.

Almost all at once, all the girls in class looked his way and went gaga over him.

Mr. Smith looked around the room for a minute until settling on me," you can sit with Lissy back there." He said pointing my way.

No.

I turned my attention to my desk and pulled out a piece of paper from my bookbag with a pencil and started to doodle to look busy.

I heard the chair next to me slide out then he sat down.

"Hello, the name is Ryan." He said holding out his hand to me.

I turned my head, and finally got a good look at him. He was a tall guy with a good amount of mucles. He was wearing a loose blue shirt that brought out his blue eyes and some jeans accompanied by some classy shoes.

I switched my pencil to the other hand and shook his hand. His hand was much bigger then mine considering he was a much bigger person than me," Lissy, Lissy Satire." I responded saying my name hoping not to stutter. You see no one really talks to me, heck no one really ever acknowledges my existence.

He looked over at my paper and wore a questioning look upon his face.

"Oh I was just doodeling. This class is kinda boring to me." I said feeling a little self conscious about what he would think.

"It only just started how can it be boring this quick?" He asked locking his eyes with mine.

"Oh, you'll see in just a bit when he starts teaching." I said with a slight smirk.

"It can't be that bad, can it?" He asked, but just as he said that, class had started and Mr.Smith pulled up his power point so that we can take notes.

"Oh." Ryan said getting the point.

He reached over and pulled out a small folder and a pencil. As he bagan to write I watched memorized at the way his hand glided across the page and his writing was so elegent. He soon caught on to my obvious gapping and looked at me with yet another questioning facial expression.

"What." He whispered confused.

"Oh sorry, its just that I've never seen a guys hand writing as neat as yours. Its fascinating." I said letting my inner nerd spread its wings and fly freely out of its cage inside you head.

He let out a light chuckle and continued writing.