The New Student

The Lecture went on undisturbed. Everyone including him were very attentive. I could not help but glance at him over my shoulder, funny enough I found him staring right into my eyes.

I found myself blushing, I shyly looked away, I was kind of intimidated. Jesse nudged me to pay attention, I snapped and paid close attention to the lecture. When class was dismissed, Jesse held my hand and we walked out of the auditorium. While we were chatting away, walking towards the car.. we bumped into Stan.

He was shaking uncontrollably, when he bumped into me he looked into my eyes and I swear I could see hell. He had a bruise on his jaw, I slipped my hand from Jesse to take a look at him. As soon as my hand was close to his face, his freezing cold hand grabbed it and pulled it away. Jesse noticed he was holding it.

"What business do you think you have holding my girlfriends hand like a crazy fool?" Jesse hissed.

"She almost touched my face and I don't like that, I was simply moving it away."

"No matter what the fucking reason is, you have no reason to be holding it with your pale looking hand. Now leave her before I make you."

##Hi Guys, this is a little story I wrote when I was in grade 9 when I was going through a crisis. I hope you like it.##
***The pictures here are from the internet because I couldn't find an artist to help me bring my characters to life in image/picture form.***