He's Going to Kill Me/ Dissection

The Mistake in Meeting

I met Iain Lovelorn in a coffee shop just around the corner from my school. I hadn't noticed him at first, I was far too busy texting my friend Sasha. Apparently there was a party at the famous Dimitri Pegg's tonight. I said I'd go.

I'd turned around, still staring into the harsh lighting of my Iphone, and smacked right into the body of a boy. My hazelnut and two extra spoonful of sugar sloshed all over his beautiful shirt. He jumped away in a panic, cursing at himself as he sucked on his fingers.

"Oh, my God, I am so sorry. My friend text me and I wasn't looking..." I started, just as I raised my head to shamefully see his face.

He had dark caramel colored skin and a thick neck, with a widespread mouth and massive brown eyes that seemed to look into the very depths of my soul. There was something about him that made a spot inside of me scream, though for reasons I could not decode.

"Nah, this is a bad shirt anyway. I was hoping to stain it. My mother got me it for my birthday last month." He rolled his eyes as he ran his hand across his head. I heard the swoosh of the bristles.

"I'm Ash Clover."

Slowly... there we go. A smile.

"Iain Lovelorn."

That, ladies and gentlemen, was how I ridiculously got myself involved with him. We spent the rest of the day together, even at school, where I didn't even know he attended. I'd never seen him before and I'm usually always very speculative.

As we walked to our lockers before last bell, a few of Dimitri Pegg's friends passed by us and hurled an egg to Iain's face.

It drooled down into the folds of his shirt but by the look on his face, it told me he was used to it. Still hurt, I guess, but accustomed nonetheless.

"Loser!"

"Vermin!"

"Physcopath!"

I hurled my own insults back to them, hating it when they continued to ignore me and picked up their skateboards and whisked away. I'd grown angered how they thought they could do whatever they wanted to people, and a little more than tired.

Iain told me not to get include myself in their activites and I looked at him to tell him to stand up for himself, be a man about it when -- well, when I found his eyes locking on mine.

They seemed so frail and tender and... innocent, to say in the least. Up until that point, I didn't realize he was actually quite handsome.

It wasn't until two weeks later that I'd come to regret my decision. Would would have happened if I hadn't been texting Sasha in the coffee shop? Would I still have met Iain? What if I'd just listened to my gut instinct and ran when I had the chance? What if I'd listened to those mean boys throwing eggs in his face?

If I hadn't been such a sweetie pie, would Iain never have fell for me?

My story begins with him.