Shy (ON GOING)

chapter 8

🌌Coraline's pov.🌌

Owen was a talkative person, he likes to talk but he knows when to take a break and let other speak. It's bad, in fact he kept my mind off of moving and the struggle of it. My didn't even do that back at home; they wanted to know where I was going, why I was going, why I wouldn't tell them anything ect. So it felt nice not to be on that topic.

Owen was also curious but I can't blame him, most of the world has been discovered, well most of the surface and a little bit of underground. He told me he loved snakes and wanted to study them and mager in that topic. I still haven't even figured out what I wanted to be when I graduate school. He ahead of me by four years in a way.

"Do you like your eyes Coraline?" I don't usually get this question but i'll still awnser it. Of course I expected a question about them, he was either staring into them or glancing at them when he could. Thinking I didn't notice. "Well not really, I don't like how they are different, I have never liked the stupid questions about them and never will." Spoken like a had just gotten angry becuase of the question at hand. It wasn't supposed to be said with an angry tone, I intended on saying it nicely but my Brian had other ideas.

Our last periods were reck periods, I was looking forward to this. Owen said that Kyle was in both of his and I had the same class for reck. I wanted to get to know Kyle and not through Owen. It's always better when you talk to the person themself than hearing it from someone else.

While walking I apparently want paying enough attention and ran into a wall. People stood still for a solid two minutes. I did fall to the ground but I was starting to bleed from my and looked up to see who I ran into. The person I saw made me both scared and happy all in one, it was Kyle. He was staring into my mismatch eyes with intense feeling that I just couldn't pinpoint.

I have never done it but i kinda got lost in his eyes. His eyes seemed to look like a fresh cup of coffee that just mixed with creamer. Brown with white stripes, They matched perfectly. It's like what ever god made him took their time mostly on his eyes. I wish they did to mine. "Sorry..." I whispered while looking down at my feet, whipping blood from my nose.

"I thought I ran into a wall..." i continued to whisper. I knew he heard me I'm not that quiet, then the hall erupted into laughter. But it wants the other kids in the hall, they still looked terrified, it was Kyle. After a couple of seconds that felt like hours, his laughter started to die. There were a few chuckles here and there but still died down.

"It's nothing to be sorry for, if anything I should be sorry." Well now I'm just confused, why would he need to say sorry? Didn't I run into him? "Why would you say sorry?" Was all I could muster through my pain and confused threaded voice. He gave me a look that I should've read in a heartbeat, but missed the chance. "Well....because you didn't cause this", he pointed at my nose reminding me that I still had a bloody nose.

Well things just got even more emberessing when someone off to the side did an 'aw' then an 'ooohhhh'. I looked around with a face red from emberessment and anger. Most people stopped looking and started to walk away, minding their own bussiness. This was good. Then to screw everything, the bell rang for the end of passing period and the beginning of class.

Everyone started running away when they heard it but some stayed to see what would happen. Mostly a couple of his friends until they heard heels hitting the hallway floor, with clear anger. I leaned towards Kyle's left and my right to see who was coming our way. The rest of the people scattered to their next classes so they wouldn't get into trouble.

"Office now, gentlemen!" The assistant principal yelled our direction and we complied. When I arrived she showed me where the lunch room and my home room was. She seemed like such a nice women, like a soccer mom she turned out to be. Soft and cuddly but when her kid makes a goal or gets flagged she turns into the incredible hulk. She was probably only taking us to the office because it looked like Kyle punched me.

Seeming as how he had my blood on his hand and shirt. My nose still bleeding... I can see how she tried to connect the dots. I looked at Kyle to see him smiling like he was the guilty child. He glanced in my direction and have a sheepish smile with blush running along his cheeks. All the while mouthing 'sorry' to me. Not all of what happened just now was his doing. I wasn't paying enough attention to where I had been walking, I shoudl've, this whole situation could've been avoided.

But then again, if I had known it would play out like this, would I have changed something? Honestly I can say that I wouldn't have changed a thing. Why? Well that's the closest I've gotten to him and I kinda want to be closer.