Loser

Chapter Two

After my encounter with Clarke left me speechless, I stood still in the middle of the hallway. I'm lost in my thoughts, replaying the confrontation, but I can faintly hear the bell ringing, signalling that its time for fourth period. I walk towards Mrs. Skipper's class to get my bags, but stop in my tracks when a tan, be-freckled, familiar face is seen with my bags in his left hand. He skims over the faces of the kids at Skikru High School before his eyes settle on me. "Hey Bailey Bear!" I giggle at the nickname he has had for me since third grade, whenever he decided Bailey was too boring for him, and he wanted something only he can call me. "Hey Bell! Thanks for getting my things." I outstretch my hand to grab my backpack and Bellamy and I's hands brush causing us both to draw our hands back. Heat rises to our cheeks and I know my face must be a vibrant shade of pink. Bell avoids any further conversation by dismissing what had just happened, saying "Well, I better get going to Mr. Fitz's class, heaven knows what will happen if i'm late to class again." I give a weak smile, "Alright! Well thanks again for bringing me my stuff." He laughs, "No problem Bear." He leans down and hugs goodbye. I smile at the ground blushing. How the hell did my mother end up being best friends with a women who would soon give birth to someone as hot as Bellamy Blake. I turn out of the science hallway daydreaming about the small, but amazing, moment Bellamy and I just shared. I think about his face, his features to be more specific. His chiseled jawline, his perfectly colored skin, his cute, well-designed nose, and best of all, his smile. He has a charming, perfectly straight, smile that can light up a whole room. Most of the time he doesn't smile, but when he does, it reaches all the way up to his eyes. Oh, his eyes are beautiful. A dark shade of brown to match his curly, messy hair. Still thinking about him and his perfectionism, I wander into my math class. The whole period I think about Bell instead of the algebraic equations written across the white board. It's not like I need to be taught them anyway, my brother taught me them before he died. He always enjoyed teaching me stuff he didn't think I understood at the time, but the truth is I picked up on it quickly and sooner or later I started doing equations as a spare time activity. That is unless I was with Bellamy. Mr. Ashcraft passed out tonight's homework and I slipped it into my backpack right as the bell rang. I slid out of my seat and head the door whenever I hear Mr. Ash call out for me. I freeze and turn around, waiting for him to declare what he needed me for. "As you know you are my smartest students," he begins. "One of Mr. Fitzs' students is falling behind and I figured you could tutor him. I mean, you might want the extra credit." I nod. "Who is i-" Mr. Ashcraft cuts me off, "Here he is now." I turn around and see a figure come from around the corner of the door. I freeze, suddenly unable to move.