Our Communications

Chapter 1

Michael’s POV

She’s rolling her eyes. I swear, she rolls her eyes so much that I’m surprised they don’t fucking fall out of her head and onto the floor and roll straight out of that tempting door in the back of the classroom. I wish I could roll out and get some pizza but I’m stuck here, in geometry, just like her with her googly-eyes and the rest of us fuck-lame suckers.

I guess I’d better go into a little more detail as to who ‘googly-eyes’ is. I can’t call her that forever, can I? Her name is Nina Maccia (pronounced a bit like Macys if you don’t want to get on her nerves). She’s short, about five three maybe. She has layered brown hair that goes down to her shoulders and a pale complexion with a dusting of freckles over her nose and under her eyes. Nina usually wears a look that says “attentive but not caring that much” or “totally irritated”. That “attentive but uncaring” statement can be affiliated with her style as well. She puts on whatever but ‘whatever’ always looks good.

Also, she is a total Italian. No, I did not just get that from her last name.

“Nina.” I whisper. She looks up from her math notebook and glances around before finding me and raising her eyebrows.

“Yeah?” she asks.

“Where is the Gamer’s Club meeting tomorrow?”

“Um, I think they said Mr. Anderson’s, room 112. I wouldn’t really know. I’m not that much of a gamer.” she creases her eyebrows for a minute and then shrugs, turning back to her desk.

There it is. She’s an Italian New Yorker. She pronounces ‘room’ like ‘rum’ and has that barely giving a damn feeling. Ha, I’m a genius. The police should hire me as a detective.

“…Now, you should all be familiar with point-slope form and slope intercept form. You’ll be using these to try and conclude…” Mrs. Becker drones on and I copy the words lazily in my notes, not really giving a crap.

Out of the corner of my eye, I catch Nina rolling her eyes once more while breaking into a smile at a dumb joke about sidewalks made by some douches in the back of class. Isn’t that contradicting? I think so.

‘Why do you stare at Nina Maccia all day?’ You ask. I don’t. I may seem obsessed with that girl, but I’m not. There’s just so much you can do in class when you’re not paying attention without getting a detention. One of these pastimes includes watching people, just noticing. I don’t stare at everyone during class. That’s impossible. There also happen to be some people who you definitely do not want filling up your vision with how they pass time. Nina though, she’s a bit mysterious. She seems like an open book, but she’s not. She reminds me of an All Time Low song…

Maybe someday her eyes won’t be able to take the stress anymore and will just roll out of their sockets. Who knows? I’d regret missing that.

Author’s Note:

First part, wow. So we know who Mikey and Nina are and he stares at her and sort of obsesses over her but denies it. Ooohh. This is a lame update but we’ve got to get started somehow. Feedback would be nice so I can know what to work on. :) This is going to be fun, you guys. :D More to this chapter will be added as an update, soon.