Eyes of Silver Grey {Completed}

Chapter 6

Lisa met me at my locker before my first period homeroom class. I was pulling out my pure white binder as she came up to me and squeezed my sides. I continued like nothing had happened and continued preparing myself, grabbing a pencil from my pencil and pen magnet cup I had in my locker, and turning to her saying,

            "Oh, hey Lisa." Her smile dropped for a moment before I smiled, and before I knew it, it was back. She went up to her locker and put in her combination opening it with a grace that I didn't have. She took one try at it and it opens for her, however for me, it takes almost four times to get mine to work before I punch it and it opens. That's why it has a dent in it.

            "You excited yet?," she asked as she pulled out a flowered binder with swirls. She always was the girly girl out of us two.

            "Not really," I said sounding nowhere interested but feeling the complete opposite. I was really excited to find out what this guy was like. I wanted to know if he was into martial arts like me or if he was into football and sports like Scott was involved in. May the force be with me today.

            "Hey Sara?"

            "Yea, Lisa?"

            "Could I borrow a pencil from your cup? I don't want to risk using all of the ink in my lucky pen until I get a date with Aden. Please?" I grabbed a lead-pencil from the cup and handed it to her.

            "Here you go," I said.

            "Ah, thanks so much Sara. You're a life saver." She giggled as she turned back to her locker pulling out a small book that she was currently reading. If I am right, it is called "Unleashed". I'm not sure but I think it's about Werewolves. She is heavy into the Werewolf-Vampire thing that was highly popular in ninth grade but not really that heavy now.

            I turned back to my locker and grabbed my duffel bag that was hanging on one of the hooks and put the soft strap on my unoccupied shoulder. Inside was a pair of black martial arts training clothes that Mr. Shots said we had to have for the course to ever step foot on the mat. Lucky for me that I lived and worked at a dojo, but he doesn't know that.

            I closed my locker the same time Lisa did and started for class, Lisa taking up my left side as we meandered through the jungle of students to our first period teacher - the nightmare: Mrs. Cape. She was an old woman who could count as a senior citizen and a teacher at the same time. She was also tough with dealing with students who don't pay attention or don't follow rules in her class. One of her most important rules is that you must be on time to class, but if you are in the room right as the bell rings, she counts you as tardy.

            Lisa and I rushed into her room knowing that the bell was going to ring in two and a half minutes, and took our seats at the middle of the room. Lucky for us that we were put next to each other in homeroom. I set my books on my desk and took out my black tablet that I used for sketching and began to draw the lamp on Mrs. Cape's desk. I would call myself a moderate at drawing but if other people had to say anything, they would think that I took lessons as a child and I am the next Da Vinci. I was just adding the shading to the drawing before a figure stopped next to my desk. Out of my peripheral vision, I could see that the person was a few inches taller than me, had a white tee-shirt, and blue jeans to match his dark black Air-Nike sneakers. His hair hung slightly in his eyes which were a very light blue, almost considered a dark greyish color. I followed his eyes to my sketch of Mrs. Cape's desk lamp, trying not to give him the hint that I was paying attention to his staring.

            I stopped drawing and looked up at him fully so that my attention was now fully on him. He was still staring at my drawing in amazement.