No Way Out

Chapter 6 - Moving On

(A/N: hey guys! Sorry but I’m changing it to POV and then narration from time to time because I always let my hand slip and I started typing as if I’m in her shoes so I’m just going to do Leslie’s POV. To keep it mysterious, I’m not going to ever put any other characters POV :P I mean seriously, you don’t know other people’s thoughts IRL! So yeah, just wanted you guy to know the change and on you read now!)

Chapter 6

My eyes locked on the warmest and most inviting dark, wood eyes, speckled with only two gold flecks. My eyes traveled up the blackest of hair, almost like midnight or a mysterious forest, and where the tips were a gradient of blues until it turned white at the tips. It was most spectacularly intriguing. His features were soft, delicate and pale, and, to finish it off, with the peachiest of pink, full and soft-looking lips.

I suddenly realized I had probably been staring at him for the past 5 minutes but realized he was doing the same. Soon, both our eyes traveled from bottom to top and connected once more.

I felt my face flushing and turned to look at the ground and pick up my wallet.

“I’m so sorry, are you okay?” we both asked at the same time.

We both looked up at each other at the same time, I then saw that he had a small glass bottle of milk in his hands.

“Are you Mrs. Jenkins’ new ‘helping hand’?” I asked, smiling slightly. I don’t know why but I really couldn’t take my eyes off of him, he was what one would truly call gorgeous. Maybe Jace could match up but I don’t kn-

Wait, what? Why am I thinking about Jace when I have this guy standing right in front of me?

I cleared my thoughts when I heard the boy speak.

“Oh yeah,” he said, chuckling, “is that what she calls me, a helping hand?”

His voice was smooth, joyous, and angelic with a husky tone to it, making me shake to my very core. I literally shivered at the sound of it.

I smiled a full and genuine smile, nodded, then looked to the ground, feeling as the faint heat rush once more to my cheeks, coloring the pale whiteness of it. I looked down at my feet then trailed to his, taking in his full height and figure.

He was wearing checkered vans, black skinny jeans with small rips and frayed ends, a white button up shirt unbuttoned at the top, a black scarf hanging around his neck and a navy blue school blazer. It took me a minute to realize it was the same blazer and crest as my school.

It dawned on me, “You go to St Alice’s Academy?”

I realized I just said that out loud instead of in my head and face palmed right in front of him, another bad move. Damn, what the heck is wrong with me? Why am I so jittery with this guy and no one else?

“Yeah, I see that you do too, Leslie,” he said flashing a million dollar smile, with white pearly teeth, all perfectly aligned, at me.

“Wait, how do you know my name?” I said, astonished and taken aback, “I’ve never even seen you around before.”

The smile on his face faded to blank face, though the boy’s eyes looked hurt and disappointed. Looking away and scratching the back of his head he said, “Oh. Well we’ve never really spoken much. I sat next to you in the welcome back assembly this year though. I did try to talk to you but you ignored me so I never really spoke again. I thought you didn’t really like me or something…”

I shook my head in confusion, my mind going hazy, “No, I sat alone at the welcome assembly. No one spoke to me, I mean I heard a voice but it wasn’t directed at me, well I don’t think it was directed at me at least…”