All Of That - s. hyde

2 - all of that

"h-hey," i stammered. when the word left my mouth, everything around me diminished.  the only thing that seemed to matter now was his eyes, tinted brown under his sunglasses.

shit marge, say something!

"uh, that's my homeroom, sorry." my eyes dropped to the ground in defeat.

really marge? you can't even talk to him without getting scare-

"oh really? well, damn. i just thought that you found me irresistible, and couldn't keep your eyes off all of this." Hyde said as he gestured to his body with his fingers pointing up and down on both sides of him as he talked.

his smile had a warmth that caught me off guard. i knew i had to say something back. i needed something witty to keep the conversation going.

walking towards him i said, "yeah, you wish. i'm sorry though, it's just that: all of this," i gesture to myself up and down in a mocking way, "doesn't really want all of that." i say while pointing at him with a smirk. my hands then found themselves placed firmly on my hips.

everything about him seemed to stay calm, but then i saw his mouth drop very, very slightly. a twinkle in his eyes told me that this feud definitely wasn't over.

"fine, be like that. i like a feisty one anyway," he said with a smirk. "get to class, and maybe i'll see you around." and with that he moved away from the door and walked off slowly, a smile growing wider on his face with each step.

damn. i know it'll be hard to forget eyes like those. oh my god, homeroom!

i ran in the door to room 320, hoping whoever my new teacher was could forgive me. when i get in, i stand there like a nervous wreck while everyone is seated except me.

"and you should be..." said a man eyeing a clipboard, "ah, the only name i haven't checked off yet."

oops.

"Baily, Marge Baily, right?"

he was tall and lanky, wearing a green v-neck sweater over a light blue shirt with a tie. he was blonde, and seemed to be young. maybe even young enough to remember how hard high school was, and to cut me some slack on the first day.

"y-yes. that's me, Marge Baily." i have a boring name that's fits my boring, traditional appearance perfectly.

"i can forgive you for coming in late this first week, but if this will be an ongoing thing ms. Baily-"

"no!" i interject. "i'm sorry sir, it won't happen again mr.,uh, mr.-"

"Benson, call me mr. Benson." after he says that i look down in horror to see almost no familiar faces in my class. "Take a seat." he says.

i scurry to one of the two empty desks next to the brick wall on the far end of the room and the window. i start gazing off and think about my encounter with Steven Hyde.

did that really just happen? i think we were flirting! he called me feisty! oh no, i can't start crushing on him. nope, not gonna happen. i mean, look at how he turned out! he's a bad influence ... a pot smoker ... a conspiracy theorist ... he's tall ... and handsome ... and those eyes ... that hair ... wait, no! i can't like him, i just can't!

as i think about him more, i start blushing and i realize my heart has other ideas about Hyde. but my mind stays the same. i'm convinced i can't like him, but i also can't help it if i do like him. but why am i attracted to a guy like Hyde? maybe it's the badass attitude, or because he loves rock music like i do. or maybe because i have a suspicion that he can be more than the bad kid everyone thinks he is.

"brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrring!" the bell screams. i jolt up and out the door to my next class.  who knows, maybe i'll see him in the halls.