Always And Forever Mine

Chapter 6

Slater stood there with a white V-neck t-shirt and black jeans. He had on black and white converse that looked all grungy and dirty. His shirt was covered In dirt and even had a rip on the bottom. His sweat was dripping from his hair to his face. You can see the sweat marks on his chest through his shirt.

I instantly forgot that I was in the middle of the woods with a complete stranger. The fact that I thought I was going to die five seconds ago completely slipped my mind. Slater might have been dirty and muddy and sweaty, but he sure made it work. I think he made everything work.

"What are you doing in the middle of the woods?" I asked getting over the panic attack he had given me seconds before

"It's not technically the middle of the woods. I own this property." he said walking towards me.

"He owns the woods?" I said to myself. As if he could read my mind Slater answered the question in my head.

"Well I don't own it my parents do. They own a lot of land." he said finally reaching me.

"So you live in the middle of the woods surrounded by trees?" I said looking up at him.

"Yea my family likes it's privacy." he said while staring right at me. You can get lost in his eyes. We stood there awkwardly for about two minutes. I guess he felt awkward to cause he broke away and took a few steps away from me.

"So the real question here is, what are you randomly doing in the middle of the woods?" Slater said crossing his arms and leaning against a nearby tree.

"Well we are partners for our English assignment, I was asked to bring you this." I said while reaching into my bag and grabbing the notes and packet Mr. Kearny had asked me to bring to slater. I handed him the assignments and he grabbed it and quickly looked through it.

"Okay then I should get going." I said walking back on the dirt road.

"Wait!" slater yelled out to me before I could even take four steps. I turned around to see him no longer leaning on the tree, he had rolled up the packet and had it in his hand.

"We still need to pick out a book. I sorta have like a library in my house. we could choose from there if you'd like?" Slater was now rolling the paper'a in his hand. He looked almost nervous. Was he nervous? What do I say?

"Um sure." I said. I walked back towards where he was. He reached out his arm as if saying "after you" and we began to walk up the dirt road. It was quiet at first. For a while neither of us said anything. We just walked and stared at the ground.

"So uh.. you like english?" Slater said. The way he said it almost sounded like he was nervous. His voice was shaky and he kept patting the rolled up packet of papers against his leg. Why was he so nervous? I mean I should be the nervous one. I'm going to Slater's house, not to mention he's a complete stranger.

"Yea it's my favorite subject actually" I said answering his question.

"Yea, mine too well and history" He said finally seeming a little less nervous.

"What's your favorite thing about history." I said not wanting things to go back to being awkward.

"Well the idea that something we are accustomed to today was at one point completely foreign to someone from the 1800's and the things we do daily today will be foreign to someone in the 3000's. I mean it's crazy how much can change throughout time and be so different." He said. The excitement in his voice brought a smile to my face. I looked over at him and his eyes looked darker, almost filled with pain.

"I never thought of history that way." I said getting his attention off of whatever was bothering him. He smiled, then I smiled.

We walked again in silence. Occasionally glancing at each other. I felt myself blush quite a few times and I even thought I could hear my heart beat at one point.

We finally reached Slater's house. I stopped dead in my tracks. I couldn't believe the gigantic house that was in my view. It was absolutely beautiful. Ivory white, with three white huge columns. There were tons of windows covered with scarlet red curtains, and a raised front porch.

"This is where you live?" I said. I wasn't able to hide my shock. this house was nothing short of incredible.

"Yea." he said. He didn't seem to cocky about the fact that he owned such a huge beautiful house. Well at least he wasn't one of those stuck up rich boys who liked to bask in their wealth.

He stared at me as if he was trying to figure out what I was thinking. He had this look on his face and I could see him actually trying to read my mind. Trying to figure out was going on inside my head. Did he think I would judge because he very obviously came from money.

Maybe he thought I would instantly label him some snobby rich kid who had no morals and no clear idea of what was right or wrong. Who never had to work for a thing in his life and was handed everything he could have ever wanted. Yea sure all these things came to mind but he was different. There was something about Slater Hale that didn't quite make sense.