Something About You..

Chapter 1: Where It Begins

-Danny Lockehart POV-
I watched my hands grip my thighs tightly, as the rain falls against the classroom window.
"Why am I so anxious?" I mumble to myself except that's when I noticed the sound of a pen falling..
I look over to my left, seeing her long brunette hair flow forward, as she reaches down grabbing the pen she dropped.
Her movements are graceful but absent minded. She's not focused either. She caught me off guard with her pouty, plump lips, distinctively pink like a tulip.
Her nose looks like a button; small, a bit round with a point at the end.
She has natural beauty and she shows it off with only a hint of golden brown eye shadow and a winged eyeliner. Trade mark for ladies my age. Her eyes look to be green from my seat but what really is remarkable is how those big puppy dog eyes make her petite angular face look uncanny, she's really a beautiful girl.
Too bad I'm already taken.

The bell rings and I wait at the back, in my seat. Watching her stand, adjust her pants then she puts all her stuff in a bag and hangs back, letting everyone leave first. She's intrigued me, somehow my anxiety slows down, finally seeing her outfit as she steps towards the door. I get up and follow behind her, quietly avoiding her gaze. Her long grey sweater flows in the back barely covering her bubbled out ass, kind of sexy if I gotta admit. Her skinny jeans a light denim color with the knees stylishly ripped and her black flats that she clacks down the hall.

Standing behind her means I can't see what's she's looking at but judging from where the class room is located (by the main office and the front doors) she's heading out the door. To no surprise, what so ever, I see my girlfriend to the right of the hall at her locker, absolutely surrounded by guys and I can't help but to sigh and reach into my pocket anxiously reaching for my lighter and cigarette pack, playing with the flicker on the lighter, I walk past the cutie from class to my girlfriend and she welcomes me with a kiss on the cheek and a possessive arm grab. It's her way of letting everyone know she "claimed" me.

I'm not saying I'm proud of this but each guy backs off as they realize I'm there, a few offering bro fists and some patting my shoulder. Sasha was the most popular girl in school, which is pretty impressive for a junior, but she really isn't that fucking nice. She's got a super model body that not many people know is from throwing up her food, she stands roughly 5"8, the top of her head reaches about chest level but most people are shorter than me anyway. She has a very rich sun touched skin, but she cakes on her makeup you'd never see the real tone on her face. She loves shimmers and bright colors. Today it's red, yesterday it was purple. Her lips are full,volumed , and look dramatic with in cherry red lipstick today. Think it's "matte" but not very good with make up terms. I do know she's wearing dark eye shadow that shows off her sharp grey eyes. Personally they look like steal to me.
"Hi baby, what you think?" Sasha let's go of me to do a twirl, getting a lot of drooling onlookers, I know she wants me to look at her but from the right corner of my eyes, I see one onlooker not too pleased with Sasha. What catches me off guard is it's the cutie from class. She looked absolutely disgusted then she fakes gagging and I can't help but chuckle.
Before I know there's a hand snapping their fingers in front of my face which I visibly show annoys me, scowling at Sasha she backs off a bit. "Babe, you look great. Imma go home" I turn to leave as she yells after me
"Danny, get back here. I could give you a ri..." before she finishes her sentence I have already opened the front door and rounded the building, standing on the side. Away from view.. God, school is annoying. I lean against the wall, watching the rest of the students pour out of the building when the end of the day bell rings.

The school isn't that great but what can you do when you live in a small city of New Jersey where the school connects to the same street as some pretty sketchy home and business owners.. find myself sighing again, wanting more for myself. That's when Sasha and her two "best friends" leave. They all sway their hips purposely showing off their assets while walking to Sasha's car. I laugh and start walking home, turning left on the side walk. I live eight blocks away from my school. Not too bad, just obnoxious. Once out of school zone, I slip my cigarettes out, lighting one quickly as I feel the anxiety escape my mind for a bit. Inhaling the smoke I stand looking around the neighborhood. It all looks grey and gloomy, it's as if someone wanted it to look so run down, they never added color. I sigh again and keep walking but faint sniffles and whimpers beckoned me to pay attention. Following the noise, I walk up to a lady sitting on the sidewalk, legs in the road. She had covered her face with her hands.
Now, not trying to show off but seeing someone sad makes me wanna help them out and I would have, if I didn't see my girl friends car drive by purposely running through a puddle, splashing the young girl and me, soaking us. Sasha was laughing as she drove off, until I met her steal gaze in the mirror, her mouth falls open while her eyes widen, she winced after. She knew she fucked up but drove off anyway..

An animal like growl escaped my lips as the young lady yelled "Fuck" in anger and frustration which earned her a smirk. I slid to her taking her bag. "Well, that sucked. Come on, I'll walk you home." Her eyes widen as mine did too. Soaked sidewalk crying lady was cutie from class. This makes me laugh again lightly but her eyes look like daggers. Hazel, huh. With a dark ring circling her color. Stunning. Mesmerizing really.
"Give me my bag. Now." She stood with her arms crossed, sighing. Her eyes refused to meet mine, she looked down. Anger filled her eyes which hurt to see.
"Look, you can stay here and get soaked even more from the rain or we can get going and both of us can dry off sooner" flicking the now ruined cigarette into some bushes. I pull my cigarette pack out again, slipping another into my mouth and lighting it, as I walk down the sidewalk, hearing her groan and mumble behind.
I look back over my shoulder to watch her angrily scuffing her feet as she walks, damn it.. she's shivering.
I stop and stand looking at her, I slide her bag in between my legs, making sure it doesn't sit in water. I slide my hoodie over my head the toss it to her. "Here." Before she can really start protesting I pick up her bag and walk forward.
Thing is, she doesn't protest.. she gladly slips on the hoodie then matches my pace. She looks like she has something to ask, her mouth falling open then closing again. Over and over. So we just walk, in silence, as she still looks puzzled and I looked onward, noticing the hoodie is too big on her cause it drapes over her like a tent.