First Glance

Chapter 1 (Matt)

God Kasey, you had me from the start. When your eyes met mine, it took me to places I have never been. It was brief, but it was all I needed, love. You were made to be mine.

School started as usual. Show up. Regret arriving. Wanting to die. The usual. I only started to feel strange at lunch.

All the juniors and seniors eat lunch together. Well, that's the first problem. Next you have the popularity issue. As you may have already guessed, I am not popular. People are scared of me. It makes sense though. I'm hideous.

At first I look OK. Then you actually look at me. I have eyes like a freaking demon. I don't know why they are so red-like. But the color even freaks me. It looks like the color hazel on crack.

Then you have my hair, which is pretty decent actually. It's dark brown, so dark that it looks black. I usually keep it pretty long. Shoulder length.

I'm about the average height that a 17 year old male should be. 5'9. Why then, am I so much shorter than half my class? I guess Dudly High is for giants.

My face is heart shaped. I have the slightest hint of a butt chin. And then there is my scar. It wouldn't stand out so much if I could only get hair to grow over it. It is right on my temple. And every breeze, shows you what lies below my bangs. It is red and always inflamed. It is the mark of a demon. But anyway, back to lunch.

I got the usual shit from all the other boys. Even from the girls. What can I say. I'm used to it.

Everyone has somebody they sit by except me. I sit all alone at lunch. At a table in the back of the lunchroom. Teachers have tried to get people to sit by me. But it never lasts long. I prefer sitting alone though. So I can just listen to everyone else talk.

And that's when I heard the cheerleader Poppy Brian say
"She is coming to the school tomorrow. I'm so glad! We could use some new faces sound here." Funny she glances at me after she says it.

My first though was, why are you acting so nice about her Poppy? We all know that when she gets here, you are gonna be horrible to her. You won't let anybody take your place. At your table. Your cheerleading. Or any other part of your perfect life.

My next though was, who is she? Is she nice? Is she pretty? Will she sit by me? Can I talk to her? Will I scare her?

All this was just mixing in my head all day. Even as I drove home. Maybe she will be awful. Just like Poppy and her
Cheerleaders.

I get home and rush to my room. I can't handle the pain today. Too much on my mind. But I'm too damn slow. My mom grabs me. She first gently pets my head.

"How was your day, pet?" She asks me.
"It was fine" I tell her. Now let me leave.
"Mommy missed you today. Do you wanna make mommy feel better?" She looks at me. Her eyes cut deep into me.

"I'm really tired mom" I tell her, avoiding eye contact.
She slowly slips her hand up my shirt.
"Come on, baby. You know you make me happier than your father does. Give me some love, pet." She smiles at me. I feel her slowly turn her hand down toward my crotch.

"I'm too tired mom!" I push her away. I try to walk away but she has a hold of me. It's too late. Why can't she just leave me alone? She pulls on my arm. Takes me to her room.

It must be my fault she does this. I don't know how or why, but it has to be my fault. Dad never bothered enough to talk to me. To ask me how anything went today. He just came home and went straight to the fridge for a beer. I want to scream at him. But I stay silent. Again grieving for things I can never get back.

This is just another string of things I have to endure. I have considered leaving my parents. Running away. Leaving this place. But as much as I hate admitting it, they are paying for my education.

The next day I wake up and get ready as usual. I head to school, nearly running into a truck with my car. I'm just too distracted. All the time. I can't stop thinking about the girl who is coming today. I really want to meet her.

I get to school and run up to my locker. Weirdly enough my locker has an unused locker on either side. But not today. I'm putting stuff into my locker when I here the one next to me open.

At first I just go about my own business. Until the person next to me drops a huge book on my foot.
"Ouch!" I yell. "What was that for?"

Then I look up at the person. At her. Her beauty astonished me. Her eyes were so amazing, so deep and gentle. They were some of the prettiest green eyes I have ever seen. And behind them I see no fear.

"I'm so sorry!" She says. "Are you alright?"
"Yes" I tell her. Honestly, is she an angel?
"Good." She sighs in relief. "My name is Kasey Myer, I'm new to Dudley High. What's your name?"

"I'm Matt. Kasey is a nice name" I tell her. Her name sounds like honey on my lips.
"Thank you." She smiles. And I can't help but notice a slight flush on her cheeks. She pushes her honey colored hair out of her face.

"I had better find my class." She says breaking the silence. Her voice is so sweet and light. I find myself at a loss for words. So I nod at her, and wave goodbye.

I have met an angel.