One year ago
I wanted to see him and didn't want to see him.
It had been two days since our talk at the library, and I was getting anxious.
Millions of questions ran through my head. What happens next? Is he going to ignore me? Do I have to do something?
I had seen him a couple times, at his locker in the hallway. At lunch with his friends. But I don't know if he had ever seen me.
One day, though, he did.
"Hey!" I heard a voice from behind me. One that I had not heard very often.
I was walking out of the school, getting ready to wait for my mom to pick me up, when he showed up.
I waited to see what his next move was. The too-popular-to-remember-your-name guy, or he wasn't talking to me.
Just in case, I stayed quiet and waited for him to pass me. Instead, he started walking beside me.
"This," he says, handing me a book. "Is To Kill a Mockingbird."
I looked down at the book, studying the cover. "Wow, thanks." I hope that it sounded enthusiastic enough.
He smiles. "Sure."
"When should I give it back to you?" I ask, gesturing to the book in my hands.
He shakes his head. "No. That's for you."
I look down at the book once more and see that my hands are shaking. Stop it, Rory, I tell myself. Stop getting all crazy about a boy. It isn't healthy.
"You waiting for a ride?" He asks me as we start walking down the steps.
There are not a lot of kids around anymore, probably mostly freshmen were around, waiting for rides. The sun was slowly being sucked away from us, behind the trees.
Mom hadn't come to pick me up yet, and fifteen minutes had passed. Now, Jacob and I were sitting on the steps of the school, waiting.
Then it occurred to me to ask. "Where is your ride?"
He runs his fingers through his ink black hair. "Um, I don't know. They should be coming soon."
We talk, and surprisingly have more to discuss than I would have thought.
"Is your favorite color blue?" He asks out of nowhere. I crinkly my nose- a nervous habit.
"Yeah," I say uneasily. "Why?"
He gestures to me. "Because. You are wearing a blue shirt, blue shoes, and have a blue backpack."
I scan myself and my bag, as if I didn't already know what I was wearing and carrying. "Well, yes, my favorite color is blue. But, I didn't mean to dress this way."
He laughs. "Okay. Just asking."
By now teachers are trickling out of the school, and we are the only ones here. It has started to get dark, but not too dark to see Jacob.
He smiles at me, but also studies me like he is trying to figure me out, which was what I was doing to him.
He was wearing a white t-shirt with jeans- and a jacket that looked more expensive than my house and everything in it. I couldn't tell if he had done his hair, or if it was naturally perfectly messy.
"So," Jacob scoots closer to me now. I can feel my cheeks going warm. "Why haven't I seen you around the school before?"
"This is my first year," I say.
He nods. "Your a freshmen?"
"Yeah."
"I'm a sophomore."
I pause. "How old are you?"
"Sixteen."
"Than, can't you drive?" I ask. The question hadn't occurred to me before.
A guilty smile spreads across his face. "Maybe."
"I would think that any normal teenage guy would be showing off his car, not hiding it."
He laughs. "Well, I didn't want to-"
Just then my moms car pulls up. Perfect timing. "Aurora! Thank god your here. I thought you got kidnapped!"
I sigh. "I'm fine, mom," I say, opening the passenger door of the car and getting in.
Mom eyes Jacob and then looks at me. I feel myself blushing.
"See you later, Aurora," he smiles.
Mom pulls away from the school. Instead of any lectures or apologies, everything is silent.
"Who is that boy?"
"Jacob."
"Is he a super model?"
I laugh. "Well, there is a chance..."
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Waiting on You
Teen FictionAurora "Rory" Jensen never planned on falling in love. Not only did she fall madly, but she fell against her will. Jacob made her fall for him and then he left, leaving her with a broken heart, and a box of clues to where he was going. Now, as Rory...