The Oddest.

Chapter ₂

"I saw you, and I knew there was a story
behind your eyes. I wanted to be the first one to read it."

-Unknown

☁︎

Have you ever looked at something, so attentively, so passionately, with out even trying, and have gotten completely lost?

All the noise around you goes soft, like it's evaporating into the sound of nothing but your slow breaths, and the pitter patter of your racing heartbeat. All the feeling in your muscles drain out, leaving you relaxed like a rage doll, but still tense, due to your fixation. And all you can do is stare straight into whatever has you so transfixed, and wonder aimlessly.

And for me. In this moment. All I could do was stare at the sight of the boy who is so unknown to me, but so remembered.

With his round, pretty hazel eyes staring straight into mine. Still pigmented with an almost orange tint, as his blonde short lashes seem tangled together, almost as if holding his jewels in place. While his scary pale lips are pulled into a smug smile. A smile that holds excitement, mischief and happiness all at the same time.

His low, but familiar voice breaths out. "I found you."

"Oh my word! You're bleeding all over my class room floor! You need to go to the nurse's office! Now!" Our calculus teacher exclaims in fear. Students are staring. Even if I can't feel them. I know they are because how could they not be?

"No thanks." The low voice in front me states, still staring at me. I need to move. Why can't I move?

"N-no thanks?! Your all cut up! Mis Camomile!" The sound of my name is screamed, and I blink, finally looking away from the cat like eyes before me.

"Yes?" I ask, quickly getting up from my desk chair and stepping back from the odd person who's just messed up my whole well being.

"This crazy person seems to take an interest in you! So please! Take him to the nurse before he faints or worse!" Our teacher screams again, causing some students to twinge and others to laugh.

"Uhh, yeah, yeah.." I grumble, grabbing the so called crazy person by the writs and dragging him out of the class room. My eyes trace the white ground as we finally get away from the hectic room. What is he doing here?

As My eyes stay glued to the ground, I can feel his eyes burning into my skull. I can't tell what emotion is radiating off him, but all I can say, is that there is a great amount.

Down the halls, where few fellow students glance our way, some not caring, some whispering. Although, I could careless about all the other eyes on me, it's the ones following behind that have my heart racing.

What the hell is he doing here?! Why is he here? Where did he come from? Why did he burst threw a window?! Three years?!

My thoughts keep fumbling threw my mind, clouding every other sense, as my eyes stay glued to my messy white shoes. One step after the other.

"Did I surprise you?" The voice behind me asks. My throat clogs. It's so familiar, yet so different. It's low, but still holds a childish charm.

With out even giving my body permission, my head turns up from the rugged school floors to the face that's inches away from mine.