Possibility

Chapter 1 - Twice

I hurried down the hall, successfully staying out of everybody's way as I did so. The last thing I needed was another delay; I had overslept. So the 30 minutes, that usually gave me more than enough time to get ready for the first lecture of the day, had just disappeared. Gone. Poof. You ask the world for five more minutes of sleep, and it punishes you by giving you thirty. It's cruel how that works.

So there I was, rushing down the hall towards my first lecture, which was just minutes away from starting. It should have started when I left my room, but Mr. Beacan was always a good five minutes late, and right now I was thankful for that.

There weren't a lot of people in the halls now. A couple of students, who must have been lecture-less at the time, were still hanging around after the earlier classes. It was, after all, 10 O'clock, so most people were probably on their way either to or from class.

My gaze made a quick stop at the doors leading to the cafeteria before they went to the corner opposite from them. It was the last corner I had to round before I'd be in the hall where the entrance to the lecture hall is, and I was hoping I would be just in time. Cutting it fine, to say the least.

When my gaze once again found the cafeteria doors, I noticed a familiar person; Mr. Beacan. My new discovery caused me to pick up my pace in order to reach the classroom before him. I underestimated the ways of the world, not seeing what was about to happen.

Just as I rounded the corner I felt a sudden impact, and it all happened so fast that I didn't realize it was another person until I felt two hands on my waist, steadying me to prevent me from falling. I didn't even look up at the person, who I barely even registered was a boy, before I bent down to pick up the few things I had lost in the collision.

I hurridely collected the few books and my pencil case that lay scattered across the floor. He too bent down, to help me I assume, and beat me to a book. I glanced quickly at the boy, catching some of his features, before I looked down again. His blonde hair and blue eyes being those that stood out in my mind.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there." He apologized, holding the book out for me to grab, and let go as I accepted it.

I shook my head in an attempt to tell him it wasn't his fault as I stood up again, my eyes going past the boy to the open door behind him. I was just about to open my mouth, as my eyes were met with an old pair.

Mr. Beacan had beat me to the door and was stood holding it open, his gaze on me. The slightly impatient look in his eyes were enough to wipe the collision and the boy from my mind, as I hurried past him and mumbled an apology as I passed my teacher.

I found myself a seat in the back of the classroom as Mr. Beacan closed the door behind me. He wasn't really the type of teacher who accepted people coming late to his classes, and he usually locked the door when he arrived, but I guess he had been a bit more accepting of my late coming after seeing my small encounter with the boy. That is, if he had seen it, which was very much possibly considering he was in the hallway when it happened.

I tried to focus on the lecture as it started, but gave up about a quarter into it, finding it impossible. My thoughts wandered off to the boy in the hall.

I wasn't sure whether it was my head playing with me or not, but I was almost certain I could still smell the subtle hint of perfume. As weird as it may sound, my nose was what had gotten best known with him. I didn't even know what he looked like, other than the blue eyes and blonde hair I had caught a glimpse of.

I tried to focus repeatedly, but my thoughts only wandered back to him again, and how his hands had prevented me from falling. I hadn't even looked at him before I moved away, but I he had tried to interact with me, and I hated myself for that.