Reckless

Chapter 1

reck·less (Adj) [ rékləss ] without thought of danger: marked by a lack of thought about danger or other possible undesirable consequences

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Before the bell rang, I was out of my seat. I was the first out the door like every day. The person I sat next to had terrible hygiene and I gagged every time I took a breath.

You wouldn't blame me if you sat next to him either. You would do the exact same thing.

With my large textbook tucked in the crook of my arm, I traveled down the hallway, through the throng of freshman, towards my locker so I could ditch this heavy textbook that probably smelled bad too.

I rested the textbook on my hip and held the top portion with my forearm. I put my other hand on the spine to hold it from being knocked out of my hand while squeezing through clumps of students. It was so loud I could barely hear myself think.

What was I thinking about?

I don't really know either...

But my thoughts quickly turned from blank to alert, aware of mysterious, yet gorgeous, green eyes.

 As I walked into the academic pod that held my locker, I saw someone that I had never seen before. After three years I thought I knew everybody.

Apparently not.

We made eye contact; but I didn't break it and neither did he. His intense stare held mine all the way through the small hallway. A little piece of brown hair fell onto his forehead. He flipped his head to move the piece of hair off.

He passed me and as soon as our backs were to each other, I was saved from his green eyes. Never before had I paid such attention to eyes. It took me months to realize that my best friend's eyes were blue.

I shook off the strange vibe the boy gave me and turned the corner to find my best friend leaning against the locker that we shared. "Hey," I spoke, breathless. Hayleigh pushed herself off the locker so I could throw my textbook in the bottom. "So I had a weird experience today," I alluded to a story. I leaned over to take out a notebook and binder for my next class.

"What is the story today?" Hayleigh asked in sarcasm. She got a little tired of my stories, and I don't blame her, I had a story to tell all the time. But hey, I'm a story teller.

"There was this guy, and don't get me wrong, he was very good looking, but all the way through that hallway," I pointed to where I had come from and where the event occurred, "he was staring at me. I had never seen him before! I know this school is big, but I thought I knew everybody, until I saw him."

"Oh," Hayleigh's pitch raised as she drawled out her 'ooh', "a mystery boy!" She squealed.

"No, not really," I protested, "more like a boy I just happened to make eye contact with. Don't make it that big, I'll probably never see him again." I used my hip to close the locker door and turned around to head to my next class.

"Ugh, I don't want to go to my next class," Hayleigh dragged her feet. She gasped as a little light bulb went off in her lead, "let's just ditch!"

"No way, I'm not doing that. I've never ditched a class before and I'm not about to do it." I shook my head in protest. It was the truth, I had never ditched a class before and I didn't plan on it; I was too scared of getting caught.

"C'mon Blaike," Hayleigh whined, "be a little reckless for once. Live outside the lines. Just one time will you please stop following the rules?"

"No way." I protested. Hayleigh's face fell, knowing I wasn't going to bend this time...or ever. I laughed at her attempt to try and get me to break the rules. It never worked despite the countless pleadings. "See you later, Hayleigh." I shouted over the noisy students milling through the hallway as she parted from me.