Storm ☾ Paul Lahote

~HER WORLD~

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"Hey guys, I'll catch up with you later," I mumbled as I broke away from the trio. I just heard incoherent mumbling as I walked through the front doors. The hallways were practically empty. The silence was creepy but kind of calming. The hallways were usually packed with people, I ended up being late to class so many times because people were bitches and didn't move out of the goddamn way.

I reach my locker in record time. I turn the lock to the numbers of my combination, but I forget the last number. How the fuck do I forget the last number. The last semester and I forget my combo...

"Forty-Seven." I hear a smooth voice from behind me. I jump in terror as I whip around to see who was behind me. I let out a huff realizing it's Seth, one of my best friends.

"Oh my god, Seth. You scared me!" I tell him as I roll my eyes.

"Really? You jumping didn't really show me that you were scared." I push him playfully before turning around and redoing my combo.

"Do you know what classes you have yet?" I question as I open my locker, grabbing my notebook.

"Yeah." He answers.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Tell me!" I laugh at his cluelessness, shutting my locker.

"Oh, yeah right." He shakes his head before pulling out his class list from his front jean pocket.

"English, History, Earth Science, Art, is today. Tomorrow is Chemistry, Math, French then Gym." Seth reads out as I try to peek over the paper.

"I need to get my class list," I inform Seth, I link arms with him and start walking to the front office. He tried to protest but he ended up going with it.

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"Art?! Seriously? That was one class I didn't want." I whine as I look over my class list for the eighty-fifth time.

"Art isn't that bad, besides we have every class together." Seth points out as we walk to English.

"I can't even draw a line properly." I huff, fixing my backpack strap that was sliding down my shoulder.

"Not my fault you have the attention span of a three-year-old," Seth says insulting me.

"But I am the master of stick people!" I continue as Seth scoffs at my outburst. 

I stop once again, sliding my backpack strap back on my shoulder.

"You really need a new bag." He sighs, helping me with the other strap.

"I know but have you see Scott anywhere?" I glance around the halls as Seth tightened my bag.

"Nope." His eyebrow raised as I turned around to face him. "Hasn't he texted you?" He questioned, his eyebrows knitting together as my face fell.

"No.." I sigh, glancing around the hallway. "He hasn't texted me in a couple of weeks. I don't know where he is." My eyes shift to the floor, studying Seth's red converse that he's been wearing since the seventh grade.

"I'm sorry, Reags." His eyes narrowing slightly as he gazed down at me.

"It's alright, boys suck anyway." I shrug before patting his shoulder. I brush past him, hearing him mumble something incoherent as he trudged behind me.

"What was that?" I call out over my shoulder, a playful smirk tugging at my lips.

"Nothing, it was totally nothing." He grins, making me turn my head back around.

In that moment, I collided with a sturdy chest, making me bounce back in surprise.

"Oh god, I am so-" My eyes shoot up the person's body. His leather jacket clung onto his obviously muscular body. My eyes scanned his face, his jaw was defined and his skin was a gorgeous russet tone, just like my own. My eyes shifted to his eyes, watching as he scanned my body to figure out who the hell I was. Once his eyes met mine, he stiffened. I felt my knees go weak at his piercing stare. I had to step back slightly to make sure I wasn't going to bail and fall on my ass. His body started to shake, so I looked down at the floor so I didn't have to make eye contact. Making eye contact with him didn't feel right.

The halls were quiet as they watched our awkward exchange. His friend stood quietly as he watched us, well he just had his eyes on him, watching to see if he was going to do anything. His friend looked similar, over six foot and muscular.

"Reagan!" Seth's voice broke me out of my hardcore staring contest with the tiled floor. "We're going to be late.." He shook my arm, making my head snap back up. This guy was still staring at me.

"Well, this was fun." I fiddle with my bag straps. "We should do this again sometime." I chuckle nervously before brushing past him, catching a whiff of his cologne. Earthy and masculine, I hummed in delight. He really smelled good.

"Reagan! What the hell was that?" Seth caught up to me, slightly panting.

I turn my head slightly, keeping the quick pace. "I bumped into him, it wasn't his fault." I shrugged, "I said sorry but I think he's got a staring problem."

"That guy you bumped into was Paul Lahote." Seth points out, sneaking a glance behind us as we continued walking.

I stop suddenly, "There is no way in hell that is Paul Lahote." I gesture behind us, where nobody stood anymore thankfully.

"It is." He nods, making my jaw drop slightly.

"That can't be. Paul Lahote was barely over six feet and he had muscles but not as much as he has now." I ramble, scratching the back of my neck in confusion.

"That is most definitely Paul Lahote. He may have been gone for a week but he's back and he's taking the world by storm." Seth chuckles at his own joke, trying to lighten the mood.

"And his friend? Jared Cameron?" I glance around the barely empty hallway.

"Yeah, that was him." He nods.

"Jared has been hanging around at my house a lot lately." I roll my eyes. "It's weird."

"Indeed." He agrees, making my shoulders relax a tiny bit.

"Great, now my missing boyfriend won't be the talk of the school anymore," I mumble, resuming my walk to Art class, Seth who was still panting, trailed behind.

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