Tell Me I'm Home

Andrew's P.O.V.

Andrew

         Today is my first day going to my new school. Me and my mom moved here over the summer to get away from my dad. My mom grew up here so she came back, with me in tow. We moved here from New York. I had a great life back there. I had a girlfriend, I was popular, and I was a star football player.

         So I’m in my first class, French. I like French and I’m good at speaking it. I feel all the people in the class room whispering about me and looking at me. I guess they don’t have a lot of new kids. That or I’m just so dam hot.

         I look up and I see a beauty come in the door. Although I miss my girlfriend I had back home, this girl is prettier and she probably won’t stab me behind my back like my old girlfriend Stacy did so many times and I was stupid to forgive her. I don’t know why I feel like this girl won’t stab me in the back. Maybe because I can tell this girl has been hurt somehow and I want to know who hurt her so I can hurt them.

         The girl has long blond hair and nice curves in all the right places. Her head is down so I can’t see her eyes. They are probably blue. Nice eyes that can pierce into your soul. Lucky for me she sits right behind me. I come up with something to say so I can talk to her and I turn around.

         I lay my hand on her desk and she jumps.

“I’m sorry, I’m new here. Could you catch me up?”

         She’s staring at me, actually, I feel like she is undressing me with her eyes. I was wrong about the color of her eyes. They were a bright green. The kind of green that reminded me of my past where I would lay in the grass fields under the light blue sky for hours just thinking. Since she didn’t hear me, probably because she was busy undressing me with her eyes, I repeat myself.

         For the next few minutes she helps me with French and catches me up. We smile and laugh and get to know a little about each other when were finished. She has such a beautiful smile. Her eyes light up and her dimples appear. She looks happy and like she is really enjoying being with me.

         The teacher comes in and we start to learn. He looks like he’s had a rough night. When he calls on her, I can tell she wasn’t paying attention. Actually the whole class knew she wasn’t paying attention. But I learned her name was Saphira since I was stupid and didn’t introduce myself when we were talking. I guess she makes me forget my train of though and I don’t like that. I never felt like this with Stacy.

         By lunch I am tired and exhausted of all the girls jumping on me and the guys are glaring at me. Then, in lunch girls are still over me. What the hell!! And since there isn’t any staff or teachers they can crawl and grab at me. Whoa, so not liking this. Didn’t any of these girls’ parents teach them anything? Across the lunch room I spot her. Saphira. I want to go to her and talk but it’s impossible with all these girls on me. Don’t these girls have any dignity?

         After lunch I have gym and then everyone goes home. I like gym and I’m glad I have it last period. I am very athletic and working out clears my head. Back in my home town I was very good at football and I plan to join the team here. Lots of girls back home loved me for my body and let’s just say before Stacy, those girls got to enjoy my body. Stacy was a jealous bitch and since she wanted to date me, and since she was good in the sack, I tried it out. What a mistake that was.

         In gym we are playing a game called capture the cones. It’s stupid because mostly you just stand there and wait for someone who is brave enough to run across, grab a cone, and run back to their side without getting caught. A guy in the locker room was kind enough to explain this to me.

         The girls walk out from the girl’s locker room finally. Some of the girls wear really short shorts and tight shirts. Some of them. But seriously, talk about desperate. Saphira comes out of the locker room wearing normal shorts and a baggy work out shirt but she still looks more beautiful than any of the other girls. The shorts show off her smooth long legs and her shirt shows that she isn’t weak but athletic, like me. I’m glad she is in my gym class because then I get to show off in front of her. I know that’s stupid and all but I want her to notice me like I always notice her and I’m always aware of her.

         I’m picked on the same team as her and I immediately walk over to her and ignore the other girls. I badly want to talk to her and hang out with her.

         She seems surprised that I am walking towards her. I stare straight at her and continue to walk towards her.

“What are you doing?” By the sound of her voice I can tell she is surprised. I don’t know why. She has to know how beautiful she is. She just has to and if not I’m gonna show her she is in every way I can.

“Coming over to talk to my favorite girl.” Although I sounded like I was flirting I was dead serious. She was the only girl that just captures my attention and she makes me want to be romantic, just for her.

         Right when I am right next to her the game starts and a guy is already running.  I don’t move because I know he isn’t gonna run away with a cone before he’s tagged and put in jail. I’m a little behind Saphira so I check her out from behind. This is the only time I could really check her out because every other time I’ve seen her, she’s sitting down or facing me. I notice she is really short to my 6ft 4 frame.

         She starts the conversation.

“So how do you like school so far?”She says with a beautiful smile that I love.

“Well, the girls are very welcoming and I like it so far.”

         Oh shit, I just realized what I said. I meant to say that I like being here and that the girls were very welcoming. Dam, she probably thinks I’m a player.

“Yeah, we don’t get a lot of new people.”

         I can tell she is uncomfortable with me now. Dam I screwed up already.

“Could you show me around town after school?”

I add a smile, hoping she will forgive me and go back to being comfortable with me and liking me. By the hesitation I can tell she’s weighing down her options. Before she can say no and turn me down I add, “Please, I really would like to eat tonight.”

“After school? Hum, yeah I guess I can. Don’t want to starve you.” She smiles at me and I explode with happiness. I can tell it shows on my face because her smile grows wider. I try to act natural and cool and just say “cool.” I know I probably sound stupid but I don’t care. I get to spend the rest of the afternoon with her.