Who would have thought?

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Everest's POV

Thirty-six days. It's been thirty six days. Eight hundred sixty-four hours. Fifty-one thousand, eight hundred forty minutes. Three million, one hundred ten thousand, and four hundred seconds, since I've been here. No one knows me. No one cares to get to know me. No one even looks at me for more than a moment. 

"You have a pencil I can borrow?" 

I looked away from the paper which consisted of the math I did to figure out exactly how long I've been in this hell hole people call 'school'. "Umm, yeah. Here, take this one," I tell the boy.

I reach out to hand him the pencil. He takes it. I keep my head down. 

"You're new here, right?" he asks. I just nod, and keep my eyes on my paper. 

I unzip my bag and look for a pencil. When I find it, I look up. Man, I will never forget the way he was looking at me.

He was studying me.

Really looking.

No guy has ever really looked at me like that before. Not even the guy friends. 

"I'm Mark," he says as he reaches out his hand for me to shake. 

I smile, and he smiles back. "This boy is really cute", was the first thought that came to my mind. 

I put my arm out forward, and we shook hands.

"I'm Everest."

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"You really shouldn't be drinking that much," says a familiar voice. I turn around and grin.

"Christian, it's only my first drink." He raises his eyebrows and leans against the kitchen counter beside me. His arm brushes against mine, and I immediately think of Ethan. 

"I'm trying to forget something," I blurt out. Christian's gaze remains on the cup in my hand. I just shrug. Maybe he didn't hear me.

He doesn't reply for awhile, but eventually he talks. "What is it you want to forget?" he asks, finally looking at my eyes. 

"A boy." Christian grins and his arm brushes against mine again. He looks down at his hands as he plays with them. He fidgets, too. 

"I-I could uh, help you with that," he says quietly. He reaches his hand behind his head, and scratches the back of his neck. 

There's most likely nothing that can get my mind off of Ethan. "Be my guest," I tell him with slumped shoulders. 

Christian stiffens beside me, and stands up straighter. "You're not kidding?" he asks nervously.

I shrug. "No."

"Can I kiss you?" he asks stepping closer. 

"It'll help me forget, right?" I ask him.

He nods. 

He steps closer, so we're chest to chest. My back is pressed up against the counter. He leans down, but stops. I used to be think it was weird just thinking about kissing someone in public, much less at a party.

"You sure?" Instead of answering, I crash my lips to his. He places his hand on my waist and the other on the small of my back. I lean in more to deepen the kiss. Yet, all I can think about is how much I'd rather be doing this with Ethan.