Green Magic

Chapter 2

After hopping in the shower I throw whatever I find in my closet on.
I take a look in the mirror and see my curly black hair dripping all over the yellow sweater I chose. I frown and try to ring out the excess water.

I quickly put on a pair of green jeans, grab my purse, books and my coat, and unlock the door.
I take a look back making sure I got everything I need and see I left a puddle on the floor.

My goodness, Julie! You're always making a mess!

Sighing angrily I put my stuff down and get the towel I used from my previous shower. I try and wipe up the puddle but end up just leaving even more wet marks.
I groan, looks good enough to me.

I hang up my towel and stomp angrily back towards my door. I gather all my stuff and finally make my way towards the first period.

Walking of the main path, I take the way through the gardens, trying to calm my first-day nerves.

I think about how much Alisha would hate me if she knew what I was wearing today.

She knows I have no fashion sense and yet constantly bugs me about it. She always argues that 'our bodies are like moving canvases' or the one she says so often, 'do you not even look at yourself when you put clothes on?' I always answer her no and she gets angry. I laugh just thinking about it. Thankfully we have no classes together so she can only tease me about my fashion when I'm in my dorm.

It doesn't matter if I want to look like I'm wearing a potato sack that's fine by me. I constantly tell her this but she claims she 'tries to help me for the greater good of all of us.'

As I'm lost in my thoughts I bump into something and fall to the grassy ground.

What did I just walk into? It felt like a person but who else walks through the gardens?

I blink away my confusion and look up to see a gorgeous guy in my view. He's got auburn hair, sporting a fuck boy haircut, and is wearing a pair of nicely pressed black jeans with a dark green shirt. Thanks to Alisha I, unfortunately, know all the fashion details.

I also realize he's smiling at me.

I blink back the sun in my eyes, trying to make sure I'm not envisioning this smiling boy in front of me.

He pulls me back up from the ground and picks up my books as I look at him dumbfounded.

"Hey, are you okay?" He says, smirking. I quickly compose myself and fix my hair, trying to look somewhat ok.
"Yes, I'm good thanks." I take my books out of his hands, cursing my self for being careless.

"Well hello, I'm Damion," he says, shaking my hand. I get shivers at his touch and blush, smiling. "I'm Julie," I say, as he let's go of my hand, leaving it to hang awkwardly by my side.

I look up into his eyes and see they are a deep sea blue. His eyes look like they've seen the sea they portray. Just glancing at them feels like I'm being transported somewhere warm and happy. He's got a light to them that doesn't happen when you live with your grandma and never go on vacations outside of your province.

I blink and focus back on his beautiful face again blushing when I see his cute dimples and freckles.

"Sorry about bumping into you earlier," he says seeming upset and caring, "I didn't even see you, you're so tiny."

I blush, I'm 5,2. It isn't actually that short, but here at Proaklen, everyone's tall. He looks to be about 6,1 himself, which is about the standard height for boys.

"No problem, it's all good," I say, trying to act calm even though I'm sweating buckets. I don't know why I'm so nervous, he's just making me a wreck. I don't even know him but I want to, desperately.