Something In Black

Chapter 2

I stand under the flow of water letting it run all the way down my body and onto the white tiles covering the shower floor. The room is a thick cloud of steam burning slightly at the back of my throat threatening a cough, I turn the water off before stepping out of the shower slowly as not to slip and rubbing myself dry with the soft towel.

I decide to wear a black graphic T-shirt dress with a denim jacket and my black old school vans. I tie my long teal blue hair into a high ponytail and start putting on some makeup. I go for a dark brown smokey eye, nude lips and some highlighter on my cheekbones.

I can't function without food and coffee so I walk down to the cafeteria and get my coffee with a chicken salad. I take my food to the table at the back of the cafeteria and eat it while I read my book. My reading is interrupted by laughs coming from the Tweedles and their boyfriends, they are sitting on a table in the middle of the cafeteria while everyone around practically worships the ground they walk on.

I arrive at class and Mrs. Snow tells us that we can occupy ourselves because she is doing end of year reports on all the students. I am busy adding more detail to the drawing of my dream when I see that a gorgeous guy has walked into the class and is talking to Mrs. Snow, abruptly she stands and calls on the whole class to listen to what this guy has to tell us about himself.

This means that he is going to be attending this school from now on, I keep drawing in my book but listen very intently. I need to know as much about this guy as I possibly can without having to interact with him directly.

He begins with a bored expression ''My name is Jack Willson, I am 17 years old, from New York, born in Carolina and my height is 6'4, did I miss anything?'' He asks the teacher.

''No all good thank you'' She replies with a chuckle.

''Where should I sit?'' he asks

''You can sit next to Alex Bowman, over there'' I don't even know why I kept my father's surname if he didn't even bother to stick around, I guess it's all I have left of him.

He swiftly glides from the front of the room into the desk beside mine and then stares, I don't like it when people stare at me. I take a deep breath in and halt instantly when his scent reaches my nose, he smells so good I can't breathe.

''Hey'' he whispers but I ignore him and keep drawing.

''That isn't a very nice way to greet a new student," he says with a cheeky tone. I glance sideways at him and CRAP he's gorgeous.

''Sorry, hey'' I plaster on one of Jessica's fake smiles.

''That's more like it, what you got there?'' He asks pointing at my drawing.

''A sketch,'' I say not looking up.

''Sick, I'm more a graffiti kind of guy myself.'' A bad boy. . . How lovely.

The bell signals for us to move to our next class so I quickly pack up my stuff and head out. You know, this entire situation could be a whole lot better if he wasn't admittedly drop dead gorgeous and didn't smell like heaven took a pee on him.

''Heyy... what's your next class?'' He questions jolting me out of my thoughts.

''Chemistry''I reply as he scans his page, he looks up at me and smiles showing off a row of perfectly white teeth.

''I guess you're stuck with me.'' I'm so thrilled. . .

"Do I have a choice?" I ask glancing at my page again hoping I got the classes mixed up.

"Nah.."He shakes his head and smiles.

When we get to Chemistry we are informed that we will be lab partners till the end of the term. To show that they made a big mistake on my partnership choice I mix up a chemical reaction that stinks like hell and makes a whole lot of smoke. The teacher starts screaming at us to get out of his class immediately and go see Principal Walker.

"You're kinda cute when you're naughty," Jack says while he slips a letter into one of my books that I am holding as we walk out of class and into the principal's office.

So I have detention on the first day of school next term and Jack got lucky because he's new. When I get back to my dorm room I lay on my bed and look at the note that Jack slipped into my textbook. He wrote the number 54 on it, then I notice that there is something written on the back. I turn it over and it reads 'You should come by sometime' and a smiley face.

I close my eyes and think of the charming guy with dirty blonde hair straight but wavy at the same time with that little curl that hangs over his mysterious hazel eyes. His football player's build that towers over me but yet he isn't intimidating at all, more soft and gentle. No matter how much I don't want to, I have to know more about this boy.