Catch Me

Chloe: Him

As the bell rang, I rushed out of Vocal Studies. The second I got out into the hallways, I was smushed on all sides by kids impatient to get to the locker rooms early. Thank goodness I was holding onto Carlie's hand or I would've been swept away.

Carlie was and kind of wasn't part of the OG squad. It's petty to think of it that way, but she wasn't. The OG squad was me, Winter, Eliza, Alexandria, and Kyla. She hung out with us, but she wasn't that close to anyone besides me and Alex. She's my childhood best friend and she was the first person Alex would turn to, to rant. Then Alex left the group for reasons Winter won't tell me to this day. But let's not think negatively. It ruins my mood.

The hallway was so chaotic, that someone actually shoved me back so hard that I fell into someone near the back of the hallway, yanking me from Carlie's grasp.

"Agh!" I exclaimed as I fell into someone. That someone caught me right in their arms.

"Woah there Sparky," that voice chuckled. The voice was sort of deep, mature, husky, and...sexy. I internally blushed. EW! Sexy? No! I straightened right out of that someone's grasp, embarrassed that I would ever think of anyone as sexy. Blech. I do NOT want that in my vocabulary. 

I turned around and stared face to face with the person who caught me. Dark messy black hair that covered his face until it reached his eyebrow. Tan, but not really tan. Pink lips twisted into a smirk. Nick. The school's most notorious "bad" boy. A lot of girls think he's hot and he knows it. I bet it stretches his already humongous ego. He hooks up with at least one new girl every week. Even some of the popular girls like CeCe and Aisha have rumored to spend some "quality" night time with him. He's known for wearing black clothing too and looking like a stalker. Today, he was wearing an oversized hoodie and ripped jeans. Maybe to hide his rumored "muscles?" I don't really know! I don't stare at him all day like half the girls in the school do. All I know is he's a first-class player, he's in the vocal category, and he sings really well. I'm sorry! I'm not the type associate myself with egotistical jerks. 

But his most dominant feature? His eyes. They were dark blue, so blue they were almost violet. And they were DEEP like a mountain lake. I was suddenly aware of them when his face was 2 inches away from mine. I found myself utterly trapped inside the blue of his eyes, like he was holding me hostage. I probably would've never looked away until he said, "Hey."

"Oh, er, h-h-hi," I stuttered trying to find my train of thought. It had been only 10 seconds since I got pulled from Carlie. 

Nick chuckled, " You're cute when you're nervous."

That brought my brain back to my body. No way. Stay away from me and my body you pervert, I thought. 

"Thanks," I replied, the usual sweetness in voice turning sour. I turned away, ready to find Carlie, and get away from this jerk, but Nick grabbed my hand, yanking me back to face him. Now I was about 1 inch from his face and instead of being aware of his eyes, I stared at his lips and how CLOSE he was to me. I blushed, unintentionally.

"No, seriously," Nick breathed, "You're different."

I jerked away from his face. "Because I'm not going crazy over you? Sorry, I plan to be at home ALONE for the next 15 years," I said with a sassy edge to my voice for the first time in my life. I was internally shocked. I'm never this mean!

I yanked my hand out of his grasped and turned around. This time he didn't reach for my hand again. Good.

Author's Note: So....do we ship it or do we hate it? Comment down below!

~Nessa!