The Cutter [ON HOLD]

Thinking Of You

We started to walk to next block. Cole is actually kind of quiet for a change, so there is this weired awkward silence. There are only two people walking in the hallway, but then turn off into there next class. Me and Cole are totally alone. I don't like this. I feel uncomfortable. Just because of the fact that he is new and I know NOTHING about this kid.

"Soooo,um...."

Cole starts off, while looking at me but then quickly turning away.

"Uh, so what was your name again?"

He asks.

"Faith Melony."

"Wow, Faith...Melony. That sound like a song."

He says. And I kind of take that in a bad way.

"A very pretty song."

He says with such calmness and he has his eyes on me. And his eyes have something in them, what was it?

"Uh, thank."

I said, blushing a little and getting a little warm on the inside for the fact that it has been two years since somebody has actually complimented me. His dark blue, midnight like eyes stareing into my cat like green eyes. I break the tension going on there between us by looking away and rushing to Mrs. Honey's class.

I fianlly reach Mrs. Honey's classroom. There are a bunch of rowdey kids chatting away about there summer. The only seat left is the one in the far back. I rush myself over and sit down. On my way to my seat I heard my name being said from Haliey, the popular bitch. She looked up and gave me a dirty look. Cole came in right after me and sat down next to me. Haliey looked over at me and then looked at Cole and gave me a evil grin.

What was she thinking? Was she going to embaresse me like every other day like last year? Or is she going to use Cole against me? Why should I care I barley know the kid.

Mrs. Honey gets everybodys attetntion.

"Please students don't get to comftorbale. I will be giving you assigned seats."

My day just got a whole lot worse.

"Everybody move to the front of the classroom whith your stuff. And wait for me to call your name, then we will introuduce the new students we have this year."

I heard my name being called so I sat where I needed to be, then I heard Coles name right after mine, so he gets to sit next to me. Mrs.Honey gets everyones attention after she assigned the seats.

"Well, we have actually only one new student this year."

She looked over at Cole, she smiled and told him to stand and tell the class a little about himself.

"Well, my name is Cole McKinleyx im from Quebec, Canada. Pretty cool place there, I love horror movies and I love to read write and draw."

He smiled and looked at everyone in the class, as he took his seat next to mine. Mrs. Honey smiled.

"Well welcome Mr.McKinley."

Mrs.Honey started to teach her class, as I looked off away day dreaming, and for some strange reason I day dreamed of Cole. I hated the idea, but its wired cause I get butterflies every time I think about him and my body heats up a little bit. I felt myself slightly blush, as I felt a hand gently touch my arm, I looked at who it was, Cole.

"You okay Faith?"

He asked with concern in his voice and eyes. I nod, as I pull my arm away not wanting him to know about my cutting,I let a small sigh out.

The bell then rung, I got my bag and quickly left for my locker putting my book back into. I sighed, why is my body doing this to me? I closed my eyes and breathed. I opened and saw those converse again with pacman on them. I smiled a little, I look up at him, he smiled back at me. I turned my head away as I felt myself blush again, what the hell is wrong with me?

"So what do you have next Faith?"

I reach into my pocket and pull my paper out, I see I have Art with Mrs. Flora. She's super sweet and nice and an amazing teacher, and I love her class.

"Uh, I have Mrs. Flora, Art."

She noticed as she looked over at him he was smiling.

"I have her too, like I said I love to draw and really anything that is creative in a way."

He chuckled, making her smile. She felt her cheeks get a little warm, shit, im blushing. She turned her head to hide it. She felt those butterflies , what the hell was wrong with her?

"Let's go so were not late again."

He smiled and took her hand gently lacing his fingers with hers as he gebtly pulled her forward, as he led the way. Those butterflies wont go away, why wont they? what's wrong with me? She thought, as they moved to the art room.