His Tidal Love by C.Nicole

Chapter Two

I sat in class, shuffling through todays math work. Mr. Jenkins, our math teacher, is writing everything that we are to do today on the white board.

The bell has not rung yet, telling us that, technically, school hasn't started. So, the kids around me are texting, goofing off or gossiping while they can. Because believe me when I tell you: Mr. Jenkins will have none of it. I sigh as I see that he has planned for us to study extra calculus because there are kids in class who haven't gotten it down yet. Me included.

I run my fingers through my hair in agitation. I sigh at the equations in front of me. Who ever made calculus is forever cursed by me.

Actually ...

I know who came up with calculus, Gottfried Wilhelm Leibniz. Well, technically, Isaac Newton and Gottfried Wilhelm Leibniz. They came up with it together, but that's beside the point. The point is that they made a world of problems. No pun intended.

I blink, trying to get my eyes to focus on the problems in front of me. They seemed to drift off of the page. I sigh again and look up. And then stop short.

My breath hitches as I stare into the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen. They're blue-green like the sea, and they seemed to be pulling me into them. I could feel myself leaning forward, slowly as I try and look deeper into them.

I bite my lip as feel myself fall into those pair of eyes. Those eyes that I have never seen before. Those eyes that are new...

Wait...

I blink coming out of the trance-like state I was in. I jerk as I realize that I was staring at a stranger who was looking at me with puzzlement.

I jerked back so fast that I fell out of my chair and onto the floor with a loud smack. All my math papers flew into the air and my bag came off the shoulder of my chair and onto my back. I gasped out in pain and squeezed my eyes shut tightly.

I heard the class start to laugh and then a pair of strong hands grip my biceps, helping me up. I let a groan as I feel my bookbag slide off my back.

The person that helped me up, waited until I was steady on my feet before letting me go. I let out a deep breath and looked at the person who helped me up, wanting to thank him. But when I looked up, I froze.

"Are you alright, "the stranger asks in a deeply gruff voice that had me wanting to swoon. He had a English, European accent to it that had my heart pounding and my stomach doing flip-flops.

I nod, my eyes wide.

Up close, I can see how long his eyelashes are and just how straight his nose is. How his strong jaw clenches just from the slightest movement. How his bronze-like skin looked so creamy and soft, stretching over his high cheekbones. His full lips are parted slightly and his thick eyebrows are furrowed in concern. His jet black hair slightly fell in his gorgeous eyes.

Which were now examining my face with a blank expression. I tensed and took a step back, almost tripping over my bag and slip on my papers. And the new guy saved me from falling.

Geez, could I be any more clumsy and humiliating?

I feel a blush creep up my neck and into my cheeks.

" I'm Damen," he says, his accent making me want to lean on something and catch my breath. I purse my lips and nod. He gives me a curious look.

"And you are," he asks civilly.

I finally find my courage and strength. Even though he makes me weak in the knees, something told me to stay away from him. I liked how he looked, oh boy he is gorgeous, but he gave off certain energy about him that made me uneasy as well.