A Vengeful Makeover

A Vengeful Makeover - Chapter 2

When you come face to face with the guy you have a tremendous crush on, how would you react? Well, I don't know about you guys but I am tongue-tied. Literally. Hey, don't judge. It's not an everyday's thing for me to have Nathan Vans picking up my glasses and handing it to me, is it?

Recovering from my initial state of daze, I grab my glasses and put them back on, not before giving him a soft smile of appreciation. " Thanks, Nathan. " I murmur.

Nathan raises his eyebrows questioningly. " You know my name? " I can't help but to let out a chuckle at the absurdity of his question.

If he hasn't yet noticed, both him and Ryan practically rule the school. I mentally roll my eyes at the thought of Ryan. How could a jerk like him be worshiped by the students body this much? That, is something that I'd never understand. Other than his looks, I can't seem to find any other aspect of his that is worth being worshiped after. Not like he is the only guy in the school who has the looks. But Nathan here, now that's a totally different case.

" Well, so does everyone. " I state.

" Oh. " says Nathan, scrunching his brows together in realization.

I have to say, he looks cute doing that. Taking a minute or two, I scrutinize his features as this is my first time coming in actual contact with him. With his dark brown hair which is slightly curly, a muscular body, not to mention his slightly tan skin and the palest bluish green eyes I have ever seen, saying that he is just good looking is way too much of an understatement.

" You look familiar by the way. " states Nathan, squinting his eyes at me whilst trying to figure out my identity.

Familiar huh? I am not surprised. We have the same English class for almost a year now but I doubt he has any recognition of it, seeing that we mingle around in different circles of friends. Wait, who am I kidding?  Allow me to rephrase that. It's friend for me. Singular. I only have Daphne so... you get the drift.

" Well correct me if I am wrong but aren't you in the same English class as me? " asks Nathan with a slight smile on his face.

I merely nod in response, very much amazed by the fact that he actually remembers me, to actually utter a sound, let alone form a proper sentence. Well not exactly me, but my existence and that's good enough for me.

Still, a girl can dream, can't she?

" What's your name again? Ivy? I hope I am close. Sorry if I got it wrong, I am not that good with names. " he smiles sheepishly and let out an awkward laugh.

" It's alright. You were close. The name's Irene. Irene Savell. Nice meeting you. " I said softly, offering him a smile and hold my right hand out for a handshake.

Nathan's eyes which have a gleam in them ever since the beginning of our conversation vanishes and instead, a dark look takes over. His left hand which was about to accept my offer of a handshake pauses halfway in midair and quivers a little. The cheery smile on his face a moment ago is nowhere to be seen and is now replaced with a blank expression. The tension in the air pretty much screams awkward with a capital A.

Heck, the expression on his face is as if I told him that I just murdered his parents.

" What's wrong? " I question nervously, half expecting him to bite my head off or something. I have absolutely no idea what I said or did to upset him.

After what seems like a millennium, Nathan slowly shakes his head, playing the ' it's - alright - nothing's - wrong ' card. " Sorry, forgot my manners a while back there. " he smiles and shakes my hand. However, one can tell the smile looks forced. " I-Irene Savell right? How long have you been here? The neighborhood I mean. "

I am a little taken aback by the abruptness of the question but nevertheless, I answer it. " Approximately 7 years. I moved from Chicago to here in Philadelphia with my family. Why? " I ask.

Instead of getting a reply of some sort in return, he stares at me with such intensity till I squirm under his gaze. I clear my throat and Nathan shifts his gaze elsewhere.

" It was nice meeting you but I guess I better get going. See you around...Irene. " I notice the way his eyes dart around, avoiding direct eye contact with me. The way he flinched slightly at the mere mention of my name didn't go unnoticed either. With a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes, his tosses one last glance at me before walking away in the opposite direction.

The word ' confuse ' alone, is just not enough to sum up what I am feeling right now. Other than being confused, I am also kind of devastated as I am sure I had somehow messed up my one chance to make a good impression and be friends with Nathan. Judging by his reaction just now, there will be no second chance for me. Everything happened in a blink of an eye and my brain can't fully comprehend the situation. One thing I know for sure is that I am the cause of his sudden change in moods but I can't exactly put a finger on it.

It's as if my brain has an auto repeat button, I can't help but to replay the scene over and over again in my mind as I slowly walk along the hallways. I am fully aware that I am running late for my next class but I am too preoccupied with my thoughts to care about the consequences of being late.

It is odd because there is no reason as to why he would react like that when he heard my na- . Bingo. " No freaking way. " I whisper, to no one in particular. The hallway is eerily silent as I had stopped walking the moment that thought popped into my mind,  with the exception of muffled voices from the classrooms located at the end of the hallway.

The logical part of me wills myself to pick up my pace as I am already late enough for my next class and the teacher in charge would definitely be mad at me for it. However, I am too engrossed in my newly found thought to even move an inch forward.

" That must be it. He must have heard of my infamous name and rumors that circulate around me after all. That's the only way to explain why he is shocked after learning my name. He is the school's golden boy after all. To even think he would want to associate with someone like me. That just proves how gullible I am. " I think.

Everything seems to fit. I can almost see the puzzle falling into pieces. Almost.

There's just one more thing that doesn't add up to my theory though. The one last glance Nathan gave me before he walked away?

I saw pain, and longing in those eyes.

I shake my head ferociously as if that would help me clear my thoughts. The more I think about it, the more confusing it is. Deciding to let the whole thing slide for now, I quicken my pace and head for my class, mentally preparing myself for the wrath that's about to come.

A girl can dream eh? Screw that shit.