The Turning Paige

two

I placed my pencil securely on my desk so it wouldn’t find its way on the ground again. The rest of class I sat still, not wanting to cause any attention to myself, even though it felt as if I was being watched. I’m not sure why I’m so tense and paranoid, maybe it was because I had a slight interaction with one of the most talked about students from the most talked about family in Beacon Hills, either way I was just ready for the school day to end.

            Crossing my legs, I bounced my foot impatiently. Fifteen minutes left. I picked up that pencil and started doodling again. Ten minutes left. There really wasn’t a reason for me to pay attention; I had already read The Great Gatsby—twice. At five minutes I began packing up. And when the bell finally rang I hopped out of my seat so quick I ended up knocking that pencil off my desk. Groaning, I bent down to retrieve it, and once again, I was beaten to it.

            “We’ve got to stop meeting like this.” He smirked, handing over my pencil for the second time in the last forty five minutes.

            I scoffed, “I’ll say.” I saw him look me over and I inwardly rolled my eyes. “Thanks again…by the way.” I added, thinking it would be rude if I didn’t thank him, and with that I turned around and started out of the classroom.

As I walked out, I checked ‘Awkward Encounter with Beacons’ Most Popular Student’ off my nonexistent high school bucket list. I shook my head to myself, thinking about how much I overreact in cases like this, and continued my way out of the school.

I saw my bus, #625, and hopped on, sitting by myself as usual. I took out my copy of The Great Gatsby and tuned out the noise from the other students riding the bus. I was saving up money from babysitting so that one day I could purchase my own form of transportation, but it’s probably going to be a while. And I don’t live far away—only a few blocks—it’s just that my parents and I believed it would be safer taking the bus since strange things happen in Beacon Hills, such as those odd animal attacks.

Getting off at my stop, I walked the rest of the five minute distance home. During this time I usually think about the day that I’d had. Today all that I could think about is English class. Though, there was hardly anything to think about, somehow it managed to last the whole way home. Over and over, I replayed his smirk and what he had said—again it wasn’t much, but it was the first time he had said anything to me.

People like him don’t really take time to talk to introverts like me. Everyone sticks with their cliques, rarely ever crossing over. And what happened might not have been special, or significant, but he didn’t have to say anything to me. He could have just handed over my pencil and went about his day without saying a word. I also don’t feel any emotion close to elation like many girls at Beacon Hills High would if the school’s most looked at student said one word to them. Something about what happened striked me as odd, something about him seemed odd, but it was most likely something I wasn’t going to figure out. Maybe there’ll be things that change about him that I may notice in passing glances. But that is probably as far as I’m going to get in the happenings of Derek Hale.

I shook my head to clear my thoughts of him and carried on into my home. Silently, I told myself that he was just being nice, and that all balance will be restored when we return to school on Monday, and usually my premonitions were right; usually. They were right except when I dismiss them for what I want.

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sorry for this really lame, really short filler. i really just want to get to the good stuff so yeah.. hopefully i'll start updating more, but school unfortunately starts monday so no promises.

Please comment and vote, thats the only way i'll know if i should continue. i also love all the kind things that have been said so thank you <3 -lillian 

OH, and i also made a Visionary 8track playlist with the songs from the episode: http://8tracks.com/starryeyedcrush/visionary