The Bad and Me

Jay

The radiant sun shone through the tall glass windows, reflecting rainbows among the walls as I walked on.  Room 33-E was the fifth door to the right, the outside painted with detailed purple wisterias surrounded the label “33-E”.  I slowly opened the door and walked into the classroom filled with chatting rich kids sitting on and in the desks and walking around the classroom.  Some of them stared at me as I approached an empty desk on the far right of the room, and some just minded their own business, not bothering with my dull presence.  I dropped my planner at the blaring ring of the first bell, the sound reminding the students the reason they came to this dreaded place and that a good long summer’s rest was over.

            A boy sitting in the next desk to my left bent down to pick it up for me.  He smelled of pumpkin spice and roasting marshmallows, two things I absolutely adored.  

            “Sorry, I’m just really shaky on my first day,”  was my cliché response (stupid).  “I hope I didn’t bother you.” He looked up into my eyes, his hazel with specks of brown and completely perfect.  His hair was like a brown wave crashing against his flawless skin, so thick that he had to constantly comb back with his muscular hands to get it out of his face.  I tried my hardest not to blush and embarrass myself even more, something that doesn’t help me fulfill jobs.   

            “Don’t worry, I can tell you’re new, and this school is a lot to take in your first year,”  he explained.  Great, is it that obvious I’m a new student?  

            “My name’s Elizabeth Garner,”  I announced, “but please never call me that, just Lisa.” I searched his face for any hint of stuck up rich kid syndrome, but saw nothing but humble cuteness.  

            “My names Jay Omelid,”  he acknowledged, bringing out his hand for me to shake with mine in greeting.  I took his hand, brushing against his soft, ageless skin and shook it with ease.  Our precious time spent talking was soon limited because the teacher, Mrs.  Kiwol, arrived and was motioning for the class to be silent.  

            “Alright class, as this is your first day of sophomore year, I won’t be giving out that much homework, but you will still have school contracts to go over with your parents.  In fact it’s quiet easy and should be pretty doable,”  she explained.  “This first quarter in Biology One we will focus the most on genetics and how genetics play a part in your being.  Anyway, I will still have to reiterate the class rules and guidelines on how to have a successful, healthy year of learning.” The longer she babbled on, the more I wished I could be working on my manipulating jobs at this new school.  But soon class after class had rapidly passed by.  Once the bell rang after seventh period, confirming the end of the school day, I was up and rushing to my locker to put my books away.  

            I felt a light tap on my shoulder and whirled around to face Jay holding my memory journal in his right hand as he gestured it toward me.  How had he gotten his hands on my priceless book that was never supposed to be shown to anyone else? I hastily grabbed it from his grasp and started to feel stupid for forgetting where it was.

            “Where did you find this?” I asked, trying not to sound too desperate.

            “Well, when you dropped your planner you also managed to drop this…um–”

            “Journal,”  I quickly replied, “my journal.”

            “Yeah, I kinda figured that once I saw all the pages were blank,”  he asserted.  I sighed with relief that he wasn’t able to see the lines of plans and people.  Since I have never lost the memory journal till now, I now knew that people without the manipulation skills couldn’t see beyond blank pages.  

            “I never write anything in it anyways.  I’m just not one of those people who can jot down their feelings and thoughts into a book and manage to do that everyday,”  I confessed, hoping I wasn’t blabbering too much.  

            “Me neither, but I can tell you I would write about today and how I felt to meet you,”  he smirked with chapped lips.  “I hope we can get to know each other a little more over the course of this year.  Or how about even sooner, say come over to my house sometime?”

             “Well, don’t you think you’re rushing things a bit? After all we just met, and you could be an ax murderer for all I know.” Great, I probably scared him, and now he thinks I’m a creep.  Instead Jay laughed with a snort and combed his hair back once again.

            “Hey, do I look like an ax murderer to you, or do you just assume the worst out of people?” he inquired. 

            “It’s just I usually don’t do those kind of things, and I don’t even drive yet,” I countered.  “Besides, I bet I’d be boring company.”

            “Nah, don’t say that,”  he whined, giving me puppy dog eyes I obviously couldn’t resist.  I wondered if my parents would be worried about me, but realized they’d most likely be gone all night tracking down jobs.  

            “How about next week on Wednesday evening after school, because I’m kinda busy at the moment with the new kid adjustments and all.” I finally gave in.  Knowing I would still have to stay after school to work on some cases, he would just distract me.

            “Sounds like a deal, Lisa,”  he answered.  The sound of my name spoken by his deep, rich voice almost knocked me straight off my feet.  He took my hand and slid it into his extended hand, shaking it to say goodbye.