Grey

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

I walked up the smooth pavement steps of the school. 

I sat there waiting for Andrew, as I pulled the interview sheet out, reviewing the questions.

My mom had offered to drive me because I told her I needed to be at school extra early to finish a project.

Where is he? He wouldn't bail on me... Well he would.

I sat there for about five more minutes when other students started arriving.

 I was about to shove the sheet in my backpack and leave when he appeared.

His 6'0 frame towered over everybody. He had a tie-dye tee-shirt on and black jeans. His dark hair was styled to a messy look.

He walked over to me and I stood up.

"Ready to finish this thing?" He asked me, sighing. He looked tired.

I nodded looking down at the sheet in my hands.

We sat against a tree and he started asking me questions.

I looked at studied his face while he looked down at the sheet.

"What's your favorite thing to do, besides staring at me " he gave me a smirk.

My attention snapped back to reality. I bet you my face was heating up. I was about to protest but there was no use. He obviously caught me staring at him.

I didn't have a good feeling about it either.

We continued asking each other questions until the bell rang. Without so much of a goodbye, he walked away.

I decided I would tell Kenzie what was happening between us. After all, we have been best friends since kindergarden and I loved her to death.

I walked into the school, hoping to run into Mckenzie. No such luck.

I sighed and walked into biology, taking my seat right next to Andrew.

He had a thing for wearing all back. Now that I think about it, he wore a black t-shirt everyday.

Mr. Livenstone wasn't here yet so we had a little bit of time to talk.

I notice a small scar going through his eyebrow.

"C-can i ask you something?" I faced Andrew.

"Depends on what it is."

"How did you get that scar?" I asked quietly.

I don't know why I asked. Something inside me was dying to know.

I wasn't really the type to go searching through other people's business but something inside me screamed at me to ask him.

He tensed next to me. I instantly regretted asking me.

Great. I think I made him angry.

His jaw tensed and he look away.

"None of your business." His voice held a slight annoyance in it that I couldn't help but scoot my chair away slightly from him.

Was it really that personal?

"Sorry, i shouldn't have asked." I looked everywhere but at Andrew. I could sense the awkwardness.

Mr. Livenstone walked into the room and collected the interview sheets. "Savannah, I need to talk to you after class."

My stomach dropped.

"Don't worry your not in trouble." Mr. Livenstone said.

I breathed out a sigh of relief and Andrew chuckled next to me.