A dream hidden behind a sweat shirt

Chapter two

*his perspective*

I made a connection with her eyes. I had never seen her before. Well I had seen her, but more like her sweat shirt, I had not fully seen her face. Probably because I was new here and today it had been a full month since I lived in Tacoma.

She was beautiful. She had bright vibrant green eye, surrounded by black lashes. Her hair shined with pure beauty. I casually stuck my hand down as an offering to help her up. Surprisingly she took it. She mumbled sorry and pushed past me. Yet before she pushed past me I saw her eyes held love, and maybe sorrow. Yet she quickly covered it up with a blank expression and no emotion for me to seek through those beautiful eyes.

My body without command turned and watched her leave.she seemed like she was a startled little girl lost in a sea of strangers and desks.

I think I had writing class with her. I never really noticed her here because ever since I moved here I had been hanging out with the football stars and katey my girlfriend.

But man she was pretty. And had a nice butt too. I smiled to myself, the same cheesy grin that girls drool over.

The bell rang and I sat down. The whole class period I couldn't keep my mind off her. After class I rushed to English. I had to see her again. I looked around the class. I saw her. Well her sweat shirt. She was sitting in the back. No one around her. I came and sat with her.

"Hey I'm jasper. Have I see. You around."

"I know, yet I don't know if that makes any sense to you." She said with a sarcastic smirk painted on that beautiful face.

"Oh well um have you um do you ugh wanna..." I was cut off. My best friend camron coming over and smiling at me. "So wanna catch movie tomorrow?"

"Actually I was um." I went to talk to her. She got up and went to a diffrent place in the room.

"Dang you!" I said a little harsher then I meant

"What?" He held up his hands in defense.

"I was trying to talk to her!" I whined

"What the freak?"

"Freak?"

"Yeah I think that she is a druggie she is always wearing that sweat shirt." I looked at him like he was crazy. Her head was down. Could it be true? No no no. It can't be. Can it? She was too perfect, she was too beautiful. And who was he to cauterize a person. He always told me to never judge a book by it's cover yet here he is doing exactly what he told himself not to do. hypocrite So I know that she can't... She cant be what my buddy cauterizes. Can she?