Everrett's POV
"Hey, I'm sorry I didn't mean to spook ya. I just wanted to have a proper greeting. I mean we just bet and I don't even know you're name." I said smiling. I look down at him, his blonde hair was waving left and right. "uhh, yeah.." he says quietly looking away from me. He looks up again quickly and I study his face. He has a soft face, he looks like he's slightly blushing with a pale pink, actually he's looked like this the whole time. It's not all that noticeable though, but against his pale skin I can see it clearly. His eyes are round but sad looking. He has bright hazel eyes, an explosion of colors really, multiple tones of gold and I couldn't tell but probably a bunch more colors. His lips were full and I must admit he was an attractive boy. Don't get me wrong, I'm not gay, never have been before. I scowl at this thought, but soon replace it with my usual crooked smile. "So I'm Everett Eochar. I'm new here basically. And you know to try to give off that strong feeling, you're rather short and quiet." I say, I study his face again, he seems like he's different then what he portrays. He scowls up at me. That boy is quite short to be in high school, only to my chest. He's got a really small frame. "What? I'm no ones bitch damn it, I won't have it that way." He says, but then cringes slightly. I chuckled at him, that's quite a way to put it. "I'm not saying you are." I say defensively but still smiling. "So are you going to tell me your name?" I ask hopefully. "Nope." he says flatly. I feel disappointed by this, why? "You're not gonna hear it very often anyways. And if you do, I don't want you knowing anyhow. It's not like you're going to be around me anyway." he say matter of factly. Why won't I hear much about him? And why does it matter if I recognize his name or not? And will I want to be around him? I look at his cute little demeanor. Yes. "Well maybe I wanna be around you." I say. He blushes more making his pale pink brighter. "umm.." I smirk down at him, liking that little reaction. I laugh at his frustrated face. "I will figure it out." I laugh, I'm talking about that name of his. "I shouldn't keep you too much longer though. Good luck on the bet." I come a little closer and look down at him. "And see you around, mystery boy." I smile brightly at him and walk away.
I drove home in my piece of crap car. Its nothing more than a barrel of bolts. I ended up at my small little house, pretty close to "the wrong side of town." I walked in to find it, quiet, no doubt. No shocker there. I've lived alone for quite a while now. I lock the door behind me and threw my keys onto the counter. I pull off my shirt and shorts, no use in being modest if I live alone, right? I grab a cheap microwave meal out of the freezer and warm that up. I sit on my small couch and eat in silence. I set my trash on the table, I'd clean it up soon. My mind starts to drift to this school and how different it is. Then to the guys I've been hanging around, everyone's been pretty cool. Finally, the bet. I don't even know what this girl looks like, or how she acts. I'm only doing this to prove a point. I mean the girl must be pretty too, the guys were so worked up over the fact she wouldn't date. She's probably a huge feminist and hates guys, or maybe she just hasn't found one that interest her. I'll figure her out, I'm not too concerned over the little guy taking the girl. I'm more concerned about him in general. What's his name? How does he act? Why haven't I heard anything about him? countless questions. and I don't like how I couldn't keep my eyes off of him. I will figure him out. Shoot! I'll be late if don't get in the shower now. 5-11 pm every other weekday. If I'm late then I'll have to do even more over time. Tomorrow I'll get up a 4, practice at the pool for an hour and a half, I'll be back in time to get a shower, do homework and get to school. The bills are due this Thursday, I'll have to work until 3 putting in over time to pay everything and still have money to eat off of and gas money. I should be okay. I might even be able to put some in my savings for college. I hop in the shower and forget for a moment about schedules and plans. Just the water running over my skin. and one last thought: I will figure him out.
