Skinny Love

Chapter One: Pomegranate Chapstick

Boy's P.O.V

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There she was standing,

Teardrops staining her checked shirt.

I just want her smile.

Don't judge my lame attempt at a haiku. I know that haikus are usually used for or to describe nature's beauty and such but in my defence, I was describing beauty. Her beauty.

I didn't even know her. Not the sound of her voice, nor the smell of her hair. Not even her name. All I knew was that the wind carried whispers about her.

I knew her will was strong. She didn't seem to care about the words clawing at her.

There she stood. Her long brown hair, pouring down in spirals down her back. Her thick glasses sliding down the bridge of her nose. She wasn't skinny. That's what made her beautiful. She was curvy. Totally hourglass. Her nails were short and unpainted. She stood tall. She was wearing a Panic! At the Disco t-shirt under her plaid shirt. Her black skinny jeans showed off her shape. Her white converse were run down. They looked dirty in that soft grunge kind of way.

I saw the blondes spit at her and she flipped them off. She just seemed to be having a bad day. She ran her fingers through her hair and shook her bangs back into place. You'll never guess what happened next.

She looked at me and I my breath got caught in my throat. Her eyes. She had big bright Bambi eyes. A pretty light brown that complemented her hair. What she did was weird. She wiped a tear away with her hand and smiled at me. She had the cutest dimples ever and her teeth weren't perfect. She had braces. She was without a doubt beautiful. I was about to say something when she waved at me and dropped her penny board and rolled away.

There she went, that lovely doll.

I stared at the spot where she stood.

Then I noticed something on the ground. Burt's and Bee's Pomegranate Chapstick. I went over and picked it up.

Where could she have gone? What class was she going to next? What class am I going to next?

You see, today was the first day of the school year. This was Ella Chi Academy. Uniforms only required on Fridays. The only way two ways to get into this school is a shit ton of money and a C average or an A average and an extra hard entrance exam. I'm not ashamed to say I had a shit ton of money.

So I pulled out my schedule. I groaned 3rd period: AP Sciences with Mr. David Tennant.

I am Matt Smith Tennant. Son of David Tennant and Billie Piper Tennant. Smith is my middle name.

I grabbed my binder and my notebook. I half-walked half-jogged to the other side of the campus. I hadn't noticed I was going in the same direction as the beautiful girl with the penny board. I was counting the rooms. 1102, 1103, 1104, and there it was. I could literally feel my dad's Scottish accent through the closed door.

I opened it slowly and there she was. She was standing there talking to my father. He pointed to a seat in the fourth row. Just one row before the last row. Then the third seat to the right. That's when I caught her name.

Her name was Avi.