Status: In a Relationship

Chapter Four

*One Week Later*

It has been a week since I started school and the gos surrounding my relationship hasn't died down. Look, I'll admit, I knew I was going to catch someone's attention. I never thought for a second that my entire year level would be so intrigued, I mean come on....it's not that big of a deal. 

    I grew tried of being stuck in my room, so I threw my pen inside my book and shut the book with force. I grabbed my cardigan and the house keys and I rushed down the stairs and out the door. My mum won't mind if I'm gonna for a few minutes.  

    I put on my cardigan and slipped the keys in my pocket. I then walked on the path and followed it until I reached a corner. I then ran across the street to continue walking on the path. 

    I actually forgot to mention the school I go to. It's called Polebrick High. Our school is made up of blue and red colors and a school uniform that anyone rarely wears correctly. Our school is a public school and most people say that its made of rotten disgusting students but that's only twenty percent of the school population. The rest are actually quite academic, of course we cant compare to St Francis but at least we try. 

    St Francis is the private school that is, like, down the road from us and are the 'better' school. They beat us at everything. Chess tournaments, school relays, art competitions, you name it, they beat us. There was a time where we were ruling for a bit, but only for a bit. They practically crashed our bones and we haven't had a chance to recover.  

    So our school are natural enemies with St Francis and we always will be. I actually don't care about the enemy part but I hate how people compare us to that school or vise versa. It irritates me to the core. You know 'oh, we'll at least you aren't going to Polebrick' or 'at least you don't have study as hard as St Francis'. It ticks me off because we are a both a school and we both need to exceed to the best of our abilities. Yeah, okay, maybe St Francis has better resources, yeah they have more educated teachers but it is still all the same.

    Then I felt something hit me right above my eye. I felt myself fall to the ground, my head smacking against the concrete, and blacked out.  

    When I opened my eyes, I saw a figure above me. My vision was blurry so I couldn't make out the details. He must be an angel, I thought, he is here to take me to heaven. I moaned when I felt a sharp pain arise above my eye.  

    I closed my eyes but they didn't help so I decided to open my eyes and stare at my angel again. Slowly, bit by bit, details started popping out. I could tell that my angel was tanned and had black hair, which I was hoping was short. Then I saw my angel's lips move but I couldn't make out what he was saying. Actually I couldn't hear anything except a buzzing sound. That's not normal... 

    Then my vision became sharper. I could tell that my angel wasn't an angel after all, but a boy. A very strong built boy, with biceps that made me drool. Of course I didn't drool, that would be embarrassing. The boy was wearing a plain black shirt with army prints on his shorts. What really got me was his eyes. They were a dark brown, really warm, which sent a shiver down my spine.i then started staring into his eyes. The boy was still moving his lips but nothing came out until I heard a POP sound which made yell. 

    "Oh my god!" I yelled, gripping at my ears. Once the pain from my ears subsided, I took deep breaths to control my breathing.  

    "Hey, are you okay?" My supposed angel asked. His voice was rough and husky, it was soothing me.  

    I nodded. I immediately left pain above my eye and grimaced. I threw my hand to where the pain was and continuing looking at the boy.  

    "The basketball must of hit you pretty hard," he commented as one of his arms slid under my back and helped me sit up.