A/N: Well, this is my first novel on booksie. Ive written on another site, but this will be my first time writing in the first person. Please comment and be honest. I need all the help I can get. Like I said, Ive never written in the first person before so I'm a little nervous and have no idea how it will turn out. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy!! :)xoxo
Today was no different than any other day. The weather was no different. The green hallways were no different than yesterday. The mindless chatter of high school jocks and insecure girls resonated throughout the cafeteria. No one noticed me nor bothered. I was not teased or spoken to. Just like the last two years of high school, I was passed over with no real significance placed on my presence. Same old normal, uninteresting Wednesday. So it's no surprise that the tapping on my lunch table was, needless to say, aggravating.
It was not the fact that someone decided to tap on my table, that I could handle. I was use to the food line wrapping around where I am seated. My table is usually the place to lean when people get tired of standing. So I could take minor annoyances. The problem with this tapping was the fact that it was incessant. For a good five minutes, I ignored it but that soon proved difficult. The continuous vibration made kept me from finishing the sketch I had been working on for the better part of the week. I looked at the hand making sure not to lift my head. It was undoubtedly male. Big, but not in that huge, meaty, how-much-fat-is-on-this-guy-that-it-had-to-trickle-down-to-his-hand kind of way. Large slightly callous fingers. Most likely an impatient jock. But, seriuosly, is it really necessary to occupy time by going tap-tap-tap-tap-taptap-tap-tap? And really, who uses both the middle and ring finger to tap? Isn't it normal to only use the middle one? What's with this guy?!
My telekenisis was letting me down. Come on Squyre, concentrate! Stop the finger! Stop the Finger! I almost had it when my focus was broken by a deep voice. "Yes, I know I'm tapping on your table; and no, I won't stop til you look at me." I know that voice. Who is that? I know I've heard that voice. Think, think. I got nothin' and that damn tapping won't stop! Slowly, I raised my head and stopped breathing. Well, you would too if standing before you was none other than Duncan Ribbens; not the most popular guy in school but definitely the hottest. With dark brown hair, tan skin, and the most amazing body you've ever seen, he's more than easy on the eyes. After my eyes traveled from his hand to meet his face, I saw Duncan's lip curve into a smile.
"Hey!" His green eyes stayed on me for a while. I fought the urge to check if my hood had fallen off my head. Even so, my black hair is always straight so it's difficult to mess it up. "Is anybody sitting here?"
If that's what he wants, you could say I'm more than confused as to why he decided to disturb my peace. "You know if you need the chair you can just take it. You don't have to ask....it's not like anybody sits here anyway." I added the last part under my breath, not because I'm ashamed, but because I don't need more conversation than necessary.
Ignoring the screeching of the chair across the floor, I tried get back to my sketching. I just got back into the flow of things when I felt the table shift. "Are you drawing? That looks pretty cool."
Theres that voice again. Closer this time. I could feel his warm breath on my ear. When I tilted my head, there he was. Sitting right next to me, looking over my shoulder. He looked at me I'm assuming waiting for a response. Not being one to mince words, i skipped the small talk. "Why are you sitting here?"
He didn't seem phased at all replying, "Because you're sitting here, and because I thought you should know something."
I could feel eyes on me but I didn't care. All I care about is getting this guy away from me. "Fine. What should I know?" This oughtta be good.
"Squyre Ettings, I like you. and I'm gonna make you fall in love with me this year." With a wink, he got up and walked away. Just like that.
What the Hell!
It's short I know, but I wanted to see if you liked it and get any advice I can.Let me know if I should continue. :)xoxo