In My Eyes

Chapter Five

        Bianca

"Hey, happy birthday," I hear someone say from behind me. I turn around to see Ben grinning like a doofus and holding a bag in his hands. I widen my eyes, surprised that he remembered.

I look up at him and smile, replying, "Thanks." I take the bag from his hands and he waits patiently for me to open it up. As I take out the tissue paper while standing in my locker bay, I carefully place it in a pile to put back in the bag after I actually take out the gift.

He got me a cool necklace. I examined it, and it seemed to be a sort of pocket watch-type thing, but inside a heart with a ribcage attached to a necklace chain. Honestly, I love it. It's something I never knew I needed.

"Thank you so much, Ben. Where'd you get this?" I inquire.

"Oh, I got it at Hot Topic. I've been there a few times and it seemed like the kind of stuff you'd like, so I figured I'd look for a gift there," he shrugs. I smirk.

"I love Hot Topic. Half of my wardrobe is from that place," I respond, looking sheepishly at the ground. He smiles too.

We stand in silence for a moment as I put on the necklace and place the tissue paper back in the gift bag. "I'm surprised you remembered my birthday. Not a lot of people do," I tell him. He purses his lips.

"I mean, it's pretty important. Being born is kind of a big deal," he replies like the dork he is. I grin at his childish comment.

"Well, I have to go to history. Thanks again for the gift. I really appreciate it. Seriously," I tell him in a genuine fashion. He smiles.

"It's no problem. I'll see you second period," he says as I start walking away. I mimic his last statement and then head up to my first period class.

He's so sweet.

***

Something strange about my first period study hall today is the fact that I couldn't sit still at all. I tried to force myself to get some homework done, which is usually not an issue, but I just couldn't seem to do it.

It was Ben.

Ever since he gave me that damn necklace, I couldn't get my mind off of that stupid boy. I did everything in my power to try to avert my attention away from him, but nothing I did worked. And when trying to remember if this had ever happened with anyone before, I had a sudden flashback.

He's just sitting there, doing absolutely nothing. And yet I can't keep my eyes off him. Him and his hazel eyes, pretty blonde hair. He's perfect. But he's popular.

I've never actually spoken to him for more than a few group activities where we were assigned groups, so he really doesn't know who I am. But he's so cute, and I can't help myself.

Later that day, as I was day dreaming about Luke again, my friend jolted me back into reality. "Bee, are you thinking about Luke again?" she asks. My heart races due to her scaring me a little, but I quickly calm down.

"Maybe I am," I say, mockingly. She shakes her head.

"Just tell him how you feel," she encourages me. I purse my lips.

"I'm too scared, Ashley. He barely knows I exist," I explain.

"Fine, I'll do it for you, then," she replies, a little irritated. My eyes widen.