The Prodigy

Chapter 2

I was in the lunch room, sitting with my friend Cassie, as she giggled off about her last boyfriend.

"Just, wow." she said, while chewing the end of her pencil. "Zack literally only wanted to hang around me for my looks."

Of course. That's one main thing about Cassie. She was super gorgeous. She was the ideal student. Cherry red curly hair, glasses, future valedictorian, and had a line of guys that worshipped her. I was the upmost opposite. I had dull straight brown hair, brown eyes, and a weird taste in music. My grades were just average.

"Like seriously!" she cried, exasperated. "Guys are just so shallow nowadays!"

I sighed. "Cassie." I said.

"Danielle!" she repeated in a mocking tone.

"Why don't you stop dating guys then, if you think they're so shallow?"

Cassie gasped as if I was crazy. "Well, Danielle!" She began. "Your high school repertoire in dating should at least consist of..."

I tuned her out as I bit into my sandwich. I didn't understand why no guy would ask me out. I was a junior. Freshman girls have been asked out by seniors! I'm a junior, and still have never been on a date. Nevertheless kissed.

"Danielle!" cried Cassie, getting my attention again.

"Yeah?"

She folded in her lips, made a noise and dropped her eyebrows as if she wanted to tell me something but couldn't.

"What?"

Cassie was staring at something behind me.

"What?!"

Cassie lowered her head and whispered "Don't look behind you, but the new boy, senior Tommy O'Neil is checking you out."

"What?! Now?!" I blurted. I quickly turned around to be face to face with a brunette, brown-eyed boy, who I was guessing was Tommy.

He was surrounded  by his entourage (I don't even know how he has one yet) who were mainly football jocks. He wore a red sweatshirt saying "Paxson High School JV football" on it. Ah, so his entourage was football players.

Boy, was he gorgeous.

I noticed as some girls smiled as they walked past us and say "Hey Tommy!" but he didn't reply.

"Hello there, but I couldn't help but notice your backpack." He said.

I furrowed my eyebrows. Act cool. I thought. The football jocks are all around him. Then the realization hit that he wasn't checking me out, but rather my backpack.

"I don't believe it's anything out of the ordinary." I said, still confused. "What about it caught your eye?"

Ugh that sounded stupid.

Tommy smiled. His eyes, even though they were dark brown, sparkled. I felt so warm inside.

"Your key chain." He said. "Is that a violin?"

I nodded. "It is."

"I play the cello." He said. I could sense Cassie' s mouth drop.

"Cool." I said. "For how long?"

"Since I was thirteen." he said, shrugging.

Darn it, that meant he'd only been playing for four years. Amateur.

"How long have you been playing violin?" he asked.

His jock crew was still staring me down.

"Ten years."