Breathe

Chapter 2

I keep my eyes glued on my pages. Too scared to look up.

Breath, just breath.

Don't start panicking because you sat in someone else's seat, okay? Good.

Once my heart rate was back to normal, I started packing up my things, my fingers fumbling over pencils and erasers as I shove them back in my pencil case.

Placing all my stuff in my bag I move, not wanting to put a target on my back in the first ten minutes of school.

Before I move to make my way to a new table, I glance at the person claiming I was in their supposed seat.

I found a boy standing behind my hastily vacated seat. He had brown shaggy hair, slightly olive skin and piercing grey eyes. Said eyes held a great amount of confusion, and perhaps, curiosity?

Why was he curious? He was the one who practically told me to get out his seat.

I turn and stumble my way to the other side of the class room. As I move I away, I swear I can hear him mumbling something along the lines of: "I was only kidding." Before my old chair scrapes back, and the boy slumps into it.

Good start Katie. Just perfect.

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Daniels' P.O.V.

As I step into class, with my 'gang' as the rest of the school call it, behind me, I survey the room. All seems normal, typical, as it usually is in my plain school, until I glance over to my seat.

That's where I see something, someone, that I've never seen before. And she looks beautiful.

I stand there in the doorway, just staring, I feel as if my eyes are just attracted to her, like a magnet.

Suddenly, I stumble forward, after getting shoved in the back. I turn and glare at Parker, my best friend, and the only person who is able to get away with that without getting a punch to the face.

He just grins at me, shrugging while speaking, " I wanted to see the new eye candy too, I know she's in this class, I was looking through the school files the other day and saw a new girl in our class."

Angrily, I march away, towards her seat. Wait. Her seat? I've sat in that chair since freshman year, why should I suddenly just give it to her? I don't know, but I feel as if I would.

Sneaking up behind her, I lean down, so my mouth is in line with her ear and whisper: "I think you're in my seat, sweetheart."

From behind her I can hear her breath hitch, and then become rapid. Was she scared?

She sat there for a second, breathing heavy, hands shaking, until she finally seems to compose herself, and she starts gathering her things, and for some strange, unexplainable reason, I don't want her to.

She keeps her head down, which gives me a chance to look over the rest of her.

She had on a pair of army green jeans, a NASA t-shirt with a flannel shirt wrapped round her waist, and to finnish it off, a denim jacket with a hood, which seemed a couple sizes too big for her, and a pair of doc Martin's.

Overall, its a decent outfit, like she didn't try too hard to choose it this morning.

She stands up once everything is stuffed in her bag, and starts to walk away. After a couple steps however, she turns round to look at me, and I am locked in a trance.

Her eyes are a vibrant green, with a lot of emotion hidden behind them, she has dark brown, almost black, curly hair, which is tied into a ponytail with a small plait laced into it. Her skin is make-up free and pale, with a small sprinkle of freckles across her blushing cheeks and nose.

Like I said before, beautiful.