Incomplete

Incomplete chapter 12

Incomplete: Twelve.

"Okay, we'll present about five or six a day, depending on how long your stories are. The order will be picked at random." Mr. Brogley was standing in the front of the room.

     I turned to Quince, totally distressed. "Damnn, i'm in for it now!" I whispered. He stifled a laugh and smiled sweetly at me.

     "I'm sure it'll be fine. Besides, won't everyone just think it's absolutely adorable?" He winked at me.

     "Yeah, yeah...and it'll out me in front of everyone! I wanted to go about coming out in a bit of a different way, you know...?" I leaned my elbows on the table and covered my face with my hands.

     "Wait, there aren't any guys in your story?" He asked me, eyes gone wide.

     "Well, it's told from a guy's perspective, but..." I trailed and shrugged. "I dunno, it just seems too obvious to me."

     "You're so paranoid," Quince smiled at me reassuringly. "No one will know from just that, no worries!" Then he felt the need to add, "Only me and Ev will have the insight you have. Plus it's an awesome way for me to get an idea of what your girl's like!"

     I smiled, and he realized something.

     "So the song yesterday in class, you really were thinking of someone...Lyssa?" His smile only brightened. "A, that's so adorable!"

     "Yeah, yeah..." I muttered, blushing.

     "Well, well," Mr. Brogley stopped in front of my desk. "Since you two seem so eager to share stories this morning, why don't the both of you go first?" He turned to me. "You're up, Ms. Kincaid."

     I stood up quickly, feeling my stomach drop. "Uhh, yes sir." I grabbed my paper from my desk and stood in the front of the class.

     "Umm, all i can ask is that you don't laugh," I joked. Everyone smiled and i heard a few laughs.

     "I'm sure it'll be great," Devin yelled from the back of the room. He gave me two thumbs up and went back to crossing his arms.

     I remember when i hated him. Then he and i got paired up for editing, and now he's in love with my writing. I took a deep breath and began.

     I was never the brightest boy in the world, that may be true. But that doesn't mean i don't know what it's like to feel love, and hate. I know these things, because i've felt them myself a few times too many to even count.

     Sure, i fall a bit too fast. And yeah, when i fall i fall hard. I tried to stop myself, but it's just me. It's just another part of who i am.

     I didn't really know what to do when i saw her across the room. Pretty cliche setting: i was at the book store, in the Sci-Fi section. Her? She was in the next row over with a Fantasy book open in her lap, just sitting on the rug floor.

     My first thought was how absolutely enticing and beautiful she was. Her hair was a deep auburn that didn't particularly stand out, and it hung in layers over her face as she leaned over to see the adventure right in front of her unravel in words: words, i hoped, as beautiful as her.

     My second thought was how absolutely unworthy i was of even talking to her. With my short dark brown hair commonly mistaken as black, my pale bony face, and my sunken brown eyes, i was just a mess no girl would look twice at.

     Still, i couldn't help but watch her. And eventually, she looked up.

     I should've looked away then, but i couldn't. Our eyes met and locked. Her's were a crystal blue, and even under the dim lighting in a crappy book store on a corner street in the city, well...they sparkled. So, so brightly, they sparkled.