Endless

Chapter 5; Hourglass

My foot stomped through the slush with a gross squishing noise. We'd gotten snow early this year, and I could barely wait for it to melt away. The sky was a light pink mixed with a deep violet, the clouds merging together as the sun began to rise. The frigid air blew into my face. I'd decided to walk alone this morning; it was easier to enjoy the scenery that way. Taylor wanted to be with her new boyfriend anyway. I hadn't met him yet, but was sort of eager to. November passed excruciatingly slow, and brought with it cold and rainy weather. The impact of Sky's death seemed to pass as well, although I still waited for him by the door of my English room every morning. My pace slowed as not to look eager to be at school. The truth was overly excited. My fingers curled around the metal door handle as I pulled it open. The bustle of people of people and the wave of chatter hit me as soon as I entered. I jogged up each set of stairs to the top floor, where my locker was. Number 251. My thumb moved the dial on the lock as I muttered the combination to myself. It didn't open. Today was one of those days you don't get it right away. After three attempts, the lock unlocked and I tugged on the door. It was stuck. The door flung open. I had to jump back to avoid it smashing into my face. Seconds later, all four of my binders fell off the top shelf. Kneeling to the floor, I shuffled through them, searching for English. A snotty girl with chestnut brown curls bouncing over her shoulders, kicked the rest of my books towards me.

      "Loser." she mumbled, laughing. 

I had never liked Angela Bryn. I put the other three binders back on the shelf, pushing them as far back as they could go. Locking the locker again, I dodged through the groups of people. This morning, cliques were the very least of my problems. I walked casually down the hall to English, resuming my position in the doorway, waiting for Sky. The bell rang now, knocking me out of my daydream. It shot me harshly back into reality and the realization that he wouldn't be coming. He would never meet me for class or hug me randomly in the halls ever again. I wanted to sit out in the hall for the whole class, but I knew I couldn't. I guess I took his death harder than everyone else. I hurried to sit down in my assigned desk. As Mrs.Dagwood started her lesson, I stared at the graffiti in my desk, adding a few doodles of my own. Hunter switched his gaze to the chalkboard as we locked eyes. We hadn't seen each other for at least a month. I had a feeling our relationship was dwindling. Not that I cared much. I wasn't as depressed as before, since Blaze had accepted me back. I'd even practised walking along the roof, perfecting it, in case he asked to meet up again. To my dismay he never did. 

I couldn't help but think something was different. Peeking over my shoulder, that's when I saw it. The absolutely, most breathtaking, enticing thing I'd ever seen. He had medium length blonde hair, shielding obscure grey eyes and an unbelievably hot smile. Once I tore my gaze away from it, I noticed he was smiling at me. I turned around again briskly, sinking into the seat of my chair. He wasn't really looking at me, was he? No, of course not. Probably that prissy cheerleader, Melissa Dixon. I angled my head to the side, looking from the corner of my eye. Nope, he'd been looking at me, and still was. He laughed to himself quietly. There was only one way to describe his laugh; Heart-stopping. I could feel that unsophisticated thorn in my side once more. It seemed to never quit, always bringing someone new to fall for, although I knew I wasn't destined for anyone other than Blaze. The feeling of rising hope ceased to exist when Melissa checked him out. She gnawed on the eraser end of her pencil, studying him over and over again. She whirled to me, ogling her eyes from me to him. 

     "You don't really think you have a chance with him, do you?" she taunted, shaking her head.

     "I don't think you do either. He doesn't strike me as the type to go out with stuck-up bitches obsessed with pink and Hello Kitty." I said smugly.

She pivoted back to the front of the classroom at my catty remark. Without a second thought, I returned my hungry eyes to the newcomer. I imagined the luscious flavour of his lips. I needed to know who he was. Without that knowledge to comfort me, I would no doubt lose my mind. All throughout class, I found my eyes absentmindedly flickering, along with the slight turn of my head, to the back of the room. Nothing good ever came from crushing on a boy anyway. I'd always be discouraged when I found they didn't feel the same, or never truly even thought of me as a person. It tore me up inside. But I was used to it. For this particular boy, I couldn't help myself. As much as I hated to admit it, there was no desire or possible solution, to erase him from my mind. He had straight, blonde hair  and a muscular build. It made me melt. A sharp pain jabbed into my stomach. There was no denying I liked this boy, seeing as the pains in my stomach dug severely deeper every time my gaze was diverted to him. Until I knew his name, I would refer to him as the thorn in my side. It suited him all too well, too every limit of perfection. The bell rang but to me, it sounded distant. As everyone gathered their books and fled to the door, I remained. I watched him rise from the corner of my eye, so swift and elegant. My imagination seemed to make me think he smiled at me before leaving. No, of course not. I'm not worth smiling at. I fiddled around with my papers, waiting for the moment when my teacher would stand in the doorway, welcoming her next class. There it was. I paced to his desk and breathed. His scent was almost as intoxicating as what I imagined his lips tasted like. I ran for the hallway.