His Cold Blue Eyes

Ch. 2 His new friends

                     The whole way home my mind flooded with thoughts of what had happened today and how I was going to explain the big bruise around my eye to my dad. I parked in the driveway and sat in my truck for a minute or two trying to think straight.  I couldn't quite wrap my head around why this guy who I had just met seem to hate me so much and yet at the same time how he could be so kind to me. I closed my eyes trying even harder to think straight but all i could think of were his cold blue eyes glaring at me. I slowly got out of the car and ran straight into the house trying not to get rained on too much. Once I was safe from the rain I took my coat off and hung it by the door then slid my boots off.                                                                                                                I lived Just outside Canmore, Canada with my dad, we had moved there when I was 10.After my mom passed he couldn't stand to live Mississippi any more. I didn't care where we lived as long as it had a lot of snow. The snow has always been so calming to me, the cold frost that bites at your nose as you stand out in the middle of a snow storm, the fluffy snow flakes falling from the sky. It is all so beautiful, it helps me get rid of stress and remember how beautiful life truly is. Sometimes i would spend hours sitting in the snow reading a book, my dad always thought I was crazy or that I would get sick, but I never did. 

           Shortly after I arrived home I heard a car pull into the drive way. Quickly I scrambled to hide my face under a hat. My dad entered the house with a slight sigh and rubbed his cold hands together.                                  "You would think after living here for so long I would be used to the cold. Hey kiddo, how was school?" My dad said with a chuckle.                                  "oh um....H-hey dad, S-school was great. How was work?" I replied stuttering. slowly my dad entered the kitchen and stared at me with a look of confusion.                                                   "what's up with the hat? Are you doing okay? You stuttered." He whispered. I slowly remove the hat from my hear, revealing the bruise on my eye. 
     " What in God's name happened to your eye!?! Who did this!" My dad fumed with anger as he drew closer to me.
     " It was my fault for getting in the way, I just didn't want Oliver to get hurt. I know that there probably was a better solution to the fight but I didn't have much time to think, so I just jumped in." I sighed as I walked towards the fridge to get some ice. I put the ice over my eye and went to lie down on the couch.
      " I'm happy you were trying to help someone, but please try to refrain from jumping into people's fists." He comforted trying to lighten the mood.

      After dinner my dad had gone up to his office to finish up some of his leftover work. I had nothing to do so I decided to drive over to the local book store to pick up some new books. I own almost every book sold in the book store and I am always eager to find out when there would be new arrivals. Sometimes I would help the owner of the store, by stalking shelves or cleaning the floors, in return she would give me a free book.
       Upon walking into the store something had cought my eye, blue eyes and pitch black hair..... It was Oliver. He was sitting on a bench with two younger boys who looked to be about 13 or 14, middle schoolers. One was tall and thin, the other short and muscular. The taller one wore a black Ghost Town band tee with dark blue jeans, he had brown hair with a black stripe going through his friends. His eyes were brown with a ring of green in the center. The shorter boy had black hair styled so it didn't cover his eyes, unlike the other boys. He wore riped black skinny jeans with a chain hanging on one side, his shirt was white with a picture of a broken black heart on it. He had black gages in his ears, his eyes were a sparkling blue grey, they were beautiful but not at beautiful as Oliver's.
      The three boys sat on the bench laughing and punching each other in the shoulders. Oliver looked like he was having fun, the complete opposite of how he looked in school earlier that day. I must have been staring at them for a while because Oliver turned to look at me, slowly getting up from the bench.
      " Hey, how are you feeling?" He asked concerned and stepped toward me.
    " Oh uh yeah I'm fine, my eye is a little sore but I'll be okay." I said hesitantly. The two boys still on the bench stared at us awkwardly.
     " I um.... I'm gonna go look for some books now." I squeaked and shuffled to the back of the store.

     I go to the section where all the horror books are, hoping to find a new book that I haven't already read. I find nothing new in the horror section so I move to the romance and settle for "Twilight". I have never been one to like romance stories but because there aren't any new horror books I decide to try one of the most popular ones. I head back to the front of the store and pay for my book. While I'm being rung up I glance towards the bench where the boys once were, it was empty. They must have gone home, it was starting to get dark. I pay for my book and drive home, the quiet hum of my truck engine makes me feel calm.
 
      I curl up on my bed and prepare to start reading my new book but I am unable to focus. My head filled with the image of the three boys laughing and playing on the bench in the book store. I start to wonder what it would be like to have friends like that, friends who you can laugh and joke with, friends that make you smile. When I first moved to Canada when I was 10 I had made one friend, her name was Melanie, she was kind and beautiful. She had dark teal hair that was always curly and fluffy, it was a little longer than shoulder length and she had bangs that touched the top of her eye brows. Melanie always wore black pants or black skirts with pastel colored shirts and cute bows or head bands in her hair. We we're best friends for 2 years, then one-day she was gone.... Left with out saying a word, I was alone after that, no one else wanted to be my friend.
    
        The next morning I woke up early so I could figure out some way to make the bruise on my eye look less dark. I spent half an hour rubbing foundation and powders on my face. It wasn't completely hidden but it would have to do. I got to school early so I went to sit in the English room and began to read my book. When the bell rang for class to start I almost couldn't get myself to put the book down, I was enjoying it more than I thought I would. English ended and I headed to art. Oliver was in his spot when I entered the room and when I sat down he began to scowel at at me again. His mood swings we're starting to anger me, he couldn't decide wether or not he hated me or liked me.

     "D-did I do something to anger you?" I spat out as I started to draw.  He only made a slight grunting/sighing sound.
     " I'm sorry if I did I never meant to anger you.." I whispered after a long moment of silence.
    " You haven't angered me, I'm just annoyed." He hissed.
     " Well then I'm sorry that I have annoyed you."
     " You haven't annoyed me. Josh has. " He calmly stated noticing he has startled me. The way he said "you" rang in my head, it sounded soft and comforting.
     " Oh I'm sorry, you just always seem to be glaring at me." I sputtered. Oliver didn't speak another word, we sat in silence for the rest of the class.