Change of Perspective

Rollercoaster

Let me say right now that even going slow, sitting on someone's shoe as they walk is garunteed to make you want to puke. Its like a never ending, jolting, rollercoaster. I don't do roller coasters. Thankfully, this rollercoaster was the first to turn off and sit in a classroom, one that did have girls in it.
You're not gonna throw up again right?
No...
You might want to not puke on his shoe if you want to make a good impression.
Relax, I can only dry heave anyway.
I see that.
Besides, who says I'm gonna be with him? Maybe I was going for one of the girls.
You practically leaped at him.
No...
Mmhm.
He was closest.
True, you almost got acquainted with the bottom of his shoe
I moved.
Obviously.

For some reason my negative side seemed determined to make me unhappy.

The class grew silent as the teacher started talking.
The bell didn't-
Oh, there it is.
What? I can't hear you over my ears bleeding!
I'm a voice in your head, you don't need ears to hear me.
It's called sarcasm.
What? I can't hear you over this annoying voice in my head.

I cross my arms and roll my eyes.

"What the..." A male voice rumbled. I freeze in my sulking.

Heat surrounded me, and I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. My eyes wondered upward against my will, and my heart skips a beat with what I see.

Once again I'm frozen in fear as a hand reaches down to surround me in hot flesh.
This isn't what I had in mind...
What did you have in mind?
I...don't know...

The fingers around me loosened, letting in light.

A pale face stared down at me, lips parted and golden eyes wide. His unusual eyes were not what caught my attention though, on the right side of his face, from the bottom of his cheek to his eyebrow, and from his ear to the inside of his eye, was a dark mark. Where the skin was a tanish color instead of creamy white.

Once I tore my gaze away from the mark I noticed his eyes were directed at the floor, and his lips in a small frown.

"Jeramiah, please pay attention to the lesson rather than your hands." The shrill voice of the teacher brought his attention away from studying the filthy tile.

"Sorry."

I realized I was being shifted toward his sweatshirt pocket, and took one last glance at this boy named Jeramiah.

His sleeve was pushed up as his hand slipped into the pocket, and I thought I saw scars.
Oh my gosh...
I'm hoping that was a trick of the lighting or your imagination...

"I know what he was doing with his hands." Someone near us snickered.

My fists clenched tight, and I growled.

OK, I was going to find out what was happening to this guy, whether it killed me (which it very much could) or not.

Though, it probably wasn't too hard to guess, and that made my heart sink.

I'm sorry if this chapter/update isn't too good, life's been kinda depressing lately (you don't really want to know about it trust me) so I've been somewhat unmotivated.
Anyway, vote if you liked, comment some feedback if you have some, and me loves ya :)