He Found me at the Movie Theatre

Chapter 1: Presley's POV

"One ticket for 'The Wind of the Roses' please" I look side to side, then stood on my tippy toes to see if anyone was working the counter so I could buy a movie ticket. Come onnn I need my ticket before anyone who knows me here sees I came alone. Ugh how embarrassing, Presley going out by herself on a Friday night? I clear my throat to get someone to come over. Can someone just let me buy my ticket?

I feel a light tap on my shoulder. I turn around to see a very tall boy with long brown curls in his hair hover over me. His eyes are light blue, round and big that seem to get more pretty the longer you stare into them. His shoulders are large and muscular, so is the rest of his body.

"You do realize there's a sign right in front of you that says 'use the machines to buy a ticket' right?" He says raising an eyebrow.

Oh my god I feel so stupid, why do I have to be so inpatient and annoying like my old friend group? It takes two seconds to read a damn sign. But I can't make it seem like I didn't see the sign that would just be embarrassing.

"Oh I know, I just had a question about the movie."

"Oh really? I've seen that movie what's your question?" The boy says starting to grin, he knew I didn't have a question.

"You've seen 'The Wind of the Roses'? I doubt it. Now if you'll excuse me person I don't know, I have a ticket to buy."

"I go to your school I'm sure you've seen me" I have seen him, popular like I was, always with his friends. But I had never seen him up close.

I start to walk away but turn back around feeling my cheeks get hot. "I'm sure you've seen me."

  After the movie I go home to my lonely, big house. I mean, it's basically a mansion. And I have it all to myself almost all the time since my parents are travellers, and if they aren't traveling they're working. They have a huge company that I have zero interest in.

  I kicked off my shoes which are sent flying across the hall. I always loved doing that, even though I'd have to grab the shoes and put them back at the front door. I walk up my spiral staircase and into my perfectly neat bedroom. I flop onto my bed looking up at the ceiling.

  What was that boys name at the movie theatre? I had to admit, he wasn't bad looking. I picture his dimples, his warm contagious smile. I can't stop thinking about him touching my shoulder, it was such a light touch. He seemed to be slightly sarcastic, I liked that. Wait, why am I even thinking about him? If I really liked him I could've invited him to one of my parties last semester.

  I think I'd honestly get lost looking into his eyes for too long, I'd need a map to get out of those- wait no stop! Why do I keep letting my mind drift to think about a guy I barely know. A guy I probably won't run into again anytime soon. This is ridiculous and I have school tomorrow. Good freaking night.