Wonderwall

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Life can be unusual sometimes.

However, it led me to her. It may look unusual that my eyes were trained on her, but it was the usual thing for me. I was the type of guy who had eyes for one girl only. She was the only girl.
Maybe I looked like a psychopath. Perhaps a pervert? It wasn't like that. My eyes were always pulled towards her direction. It was like she was my gravity, she pulled me in no matter what.

Her short blonde hair was in soft curls, her lips were painted red, her blue eyes were as blue as two sapphires, and her skin was as white as snow-fitting her last name perfectly. She had on a jean dress with white flats that made her look like she was from the sixties.

"Yo, Percy, were you listenin' to me?" Scott demanded, throwing a perfectly good French fry at my forehead. I laughed, finding his choice of words interesting with his South Carolina accent.

"He was too busy admirin' a certain person named Mary-Kate," Olivia teased, taking a bite of her burger. I sheepishly smiled. What was the point of denying it? I was going to be made fun of.

"Shut up," I muttered, earning a laugh from my best friends, my head against the cold cafeteria table.

"Here he comes," Olivia said. I looked up and saw Mary-Kate's boyfriend, John Fairfax, strolling in the cafeteria with a red rose in his hand.

I resisted to roll my eyes because of the scene in front of me. It was a typical move for John to do sweet gestures in front of everybody: to basically show she was his girl. They've been together since middle school. They were that couple that many wanted to be. He was the guy that I wanted to stab a fork to his eye.

Mary-Kate was too distracted by her friends that she didn't notice John kneeling beside her, presenting the rose to her. He looked nervous by the way he furiously ran his fingers through his chocolate-brown hair, wanting to look presentable.

Why is he nervous? I asked myself. He should be comfortable with her by now.
That came as a shock to me because John was a confident guy, so something was up. Maybe I observed too much because none of my friends commented on John's body language.
A look of shock was written across her face as she took the rose and thanked him with a hug and a kiss. Of course, the onlookers-except me-awed and clapped with the girls whispering to their girlfriends, probably wishing they had what Mary-Kate had. She was living a Nicholas Sparks' love tale according to Liv; I sadly wasn't her Noah. I personally didn't know what Liv was talking about, I still don't, but went along with it.

Honestly, I had mixed emotions about the situation. I wanted to be in John's shoes, yet I don't because I won't live up to her standards. Whenever I saw John and Mary-Kate all lovey dovey with each other, I was-in the least of words-heart broken. However, I was happy because she was happy, though it wasn't with me-self-conflicting, I know.I don't like living up to people's standards. Why would I live up to hers?
I sound like a depressed girl, I thought.

"So I heard about this big art gallery down at Charleston about Civil War artifacts on display," Scott commented, "I was wonderin' if you guys wanted to check it out?" Scott had an obsession with the past that he knew a little history about everything. He even knew the history about peanut butter. Weird.

"Depends, will I be able to go to the vintage record store there?" Liv asked him.

Olivia had blue eyes like her momma, black hair, unnatural pale skin that my wasn't normal here in the south since it would get real hot during summer, and she always was wearing black. It was a one-horse town here in Gatlin where almost everybody judged everybody-meaning that Olivia was accused of being a Satanist but makes everyone else cut their own weed by being a faithful follower of God at our Baptist church.