The Inglorious Years They Call High School

Green Eyes

I was getting really upset that I hadn't been told his name. He even had the teachers stop using it in class, everyone knew that saying his name was not something they could do without reprecussions. Not that anyone was actually scared of him, it was weird to see. No one was really his friend and I had gotten a lot of attention for talking to him but not because of jealousy, exactly. It was more shock that someone was talking to him. It was clear green eyes was once very powerful around the school, which was confusing seeing now, I had no idea what had happened and no one seemed to want to tell me.

They all enjoyed the mystery of me talking to him and almost found it amusing that I was so obsessed about his name. But if you were so close to a guy, becoming such close friends with him, trusting him, spending so much time with him, you would find it incredibly annoying too.

I mean, I wanted to be able to trust him completely and yet he wouldn't tell me his name. It was crazy! He knew so much about me, and I wasn't allowed to know something so basic about him. I had to know, so I had to beg a certain greed eyed girl.

"But Jiiiiiiiiiill! It's been weeks and I've spent so much time with the both of you! Why can't you tell me, please tell me. I'm almost literally dying to know" I was begging, not a pretty thing, but desperate times. "Come one, what if I died tomorrow? How would you guys feel if that ended up my dying wish? Why won't you tell me?!"

"Because! Scott doesn't want me to tell you!" she covered her mouth with a loud gasp.

My eyes took on a cunning glare as I ran in the direction I thought would lead me to Scott's room. "Oh Scotty boooy!" I hollered " how you doin' on this fine evenin'?". I couldn't tell you the amount of happiness that was making it's way through my entire body. Honestly, the Grinch thought his heart growing three sizes was much? My chest felt ready to burst. And the look on his face! Oh what a beautiful look, I couldn't tell you how amazing that look was. The way I knew it was his name, the shock and awe and glisten in his eyes that said he was slightly frustrated said it all.

"How..... who told you?" the look of puzzle was great.

"So it is Scott then?" I had to admitt that I didn't entirely trust she really did just have a slip of the tongue.

"Yes, it's Scott, my name is Scott. I'll go ahead and assume that Jill told you?" he didn't look too pleased right now. The sun setting behind him almost made him look like and avenging angel, if only his hair wasn't so dark.

I simply nodded in response. I was taking in his appearance, he looked like a Scott, I mean all that good looking in one person. He had to be a Scott. Scott's were always attractive. There was no way someone with such amazing eyes could be named anything else. It was just making sense to me. And I broke my own train of thoughts realizing I was being a perve. Oops. And he was staring at me too. Creepy. Or cute, I couldn't read the expression on his face.

The silence became awkward and he was continuing to scrutinize me. I could feel the weight of his eyes on me. Eager to get the conversation flowing again I stated "Scott so doesn't suit you, I would have pegged you for a Damen or Hunter. Well probably even Bob, but Scott is kind of surprising" I was also lying through my teeth.

"Well Scott is my name, I don't really have a reason to lie now do I? The game is ruined" he looked kind of funny, like he had just seen the worlds biggest butterfly; shocked and kind of scared.

"Okay then, weren't we going to watch a movie with Jill tonight?" I wanted to move away from the subject quickly. Even though Jill and I had met first, Scott and I had become incredibly close. I would sometimes get uncomfortable but he would always do the best he could to reassure me. Jill and I were friends ofcourse, I just wasn't as close to her. It was almost a shame, but Scott didn't have many friends and I could relate better to that then I could to Jill. Although I suppose everyone knew of him in the least.

"Uhh, yeah we were" he said hastily turning to his computer and shutting it down and then almost sprinting past me into the hall. He's being really weird tonight. And I mean, this guy is 30 different types of crazy, so me thinking him weird is not that often an occurance.