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I was deep in thought, my eyes on the ground, when I bumped into someone. Textbooks hit the ground, and I bit back the urge to react angrily.
I looked up in defeat and met the most soulful eyes I had ever seen, which happened to belong to the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. She looked at me like she wanted to punch me for bumping into her, but all I could do was stare as she bent to pick her books up from the ground.
I should probably help her,
I thought belatedly. Her hair was blue. Pastel blue, the hair closer to her scalp giving way to her dark brown roots. But it blended. It was perfect.
She stood up with her books, and I noticed she wasn’t too much shorter than I was. She stood there, looking right at me. Like she knew she was who I’d been searching for, waiting for me to have her. Then she blinked and stepped aside.
“Excuse me,” she said as she walked past me. Even filled with irritation, her voice did something to me, kicking me in head and creating a flameless fire within me.
I can’t let her leave.
Every part of me screamed to follow her. So I did.
“ Wait. Hey, wait up.” I walked toward her, calling out.
She looked back in annoyance. “Are you going to apologize or….” Her denim-clad legs were long, and I couldn’t help but watch the sway of her hips as she continued to walk away, not waiting for my response.
This was it. This was
it.
“I’m sorry,” I blurted out, trying to get her to stop. I didn’t want to touch her. If my accidently bumping into her had her rolling her eyes, I could only guess what grabbing her hand would get me.
“It’s fine,” she said over her shoulder. She walked past people who didn’t spare her a second glance, as if they couldn’t see what I was seeing. It wasn’t until they realized that I was talking to her that they finally took notice. I didn’t understand it. She had a rare quality, a beauty that was quiet but bright enough to fill every dark corner of the room. Blue hair or not, she was a woman to be seen. And I was seeing her, loving every flicker of movement it took for me to take her in, focusing in and out like a camera lens.
“Can I make it up to you?” I was desperate. Her steps slowed to a stop and she turned.
“What?” Her eyes squinted and she didn’t bother fighting her grin as she cocked her head to the side, her hair sliding against her skin. I was a goner.
“Uh, I didn’t mean to bump into you. I had a pretty terrible day, wasn’t looking where I was going. And judging by your reaction, you weren’t having the best day either. It couldn’t hurt to stop somewhere, get something to eat, and maybe turn our luck around?” I shrugged, running my hand over the stubble on my chin.
The dimple on her right cheek deepened, and she held her books closer to her chest. Her teeth tugged on her lower lip as if trying to figure out if I was a serial killer. I held up my hands, trying to signify my innocence.
“ Yeah, sure. Make it up to me.” She started walking backwards. When she turned back around, I wondered if I should follow her again. So I did.
“Wait—I don’t know your name…or how to get hold of you.”
“The name’s Noa Cruz. N-O-A.” She tossed out a series of numbers and I fumbled with my pockets, pulling my phone out and entering them. By the time I looked up, she was gone.
Noa.
Not what I expected. But neither was she, with her blue hair and devil-may-care attitude.
Ralph walked up beside me, putting his arm around my neck. “It’s about time, dude. I was worried you were batting for the other team.” He let me go as we fell in step together.
“I don’t want to be like everyone else here. I mean, why should I waste my time with these relationships that’ll never last?” I squinted at Ralph, his head partially blocking out the bright winter sun.
“Even if they don’t, it’s just high school, man. No one’s trying to get married.”
I shook my head. “I get what you’re saying.
I was deep in thought, my eyes on the ground, when I bumped into someone. Textbooks hit the ground, and I bit back the urge to react angrily.
I looked up in defeat and met the most soulful eyes I had ever seen, which happened to belong to the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. She looked at me like she wanted to punch me for bumping into her, but all I could do was stare as she bent to pick her books up from the ground.
I should probably help her,
I thought belatedly. Her hair was blue. Pastel blue, the hair closer to her scalp giving way to her dark brown roots. But it blended. It was perfect.
She stood up with her books, and I noticed she wasn’t too much shorter than I was. She stood there, looking right at me. Like she knew she was who I’d been searching for, waiting for me to have her. Then she blinked and stepped aside.
“Excuse me,” she said as she walked past me. Even filled with irritation, her voice did something to me, kicking me in head and creating a flameless fire within me.
I can’t let her leave.
Every part of me screamed to follow her. So I did.
“ Wait. Hey, wait up.” I walked toward her, calling out.
She looked back in annoyance. “Are you going to apologize or….” Her denim-clad legs were long, and I couldn’t help but watch the sway of her hips as she continued to walk away, not waiting for my response.
This was it. This was
it.
“I’m sorry,” I blurted out, trying to get her to stop. I didn’t want to touch her. If my accidently bumping into her had her rolling her eyes, I could only guess what grabbing her hand would get me.
“It’s fine,” she said over her shoulder. She walked past people who didn’t spare her a second glance, as if they couldn’t see what I was seeing. It wasn’t until they realized that I was talking to her that they finally took notice. I didn’t understand it. She had a rare quality, a beauty that was quiet but bright enough to fill every dark corner of the room. Blue hair or not, she was a woman to be seen. And I was seeing her, loving every flicker of movement it took for me to take her in, focusing in and out like a camera lens.
“Can I make it up to you?” I was desperate. Her steps slowed to a stop and she turned.
“What?” Her eyes squinted and she didn’t bother fighting her grin as she cocked her head to the side, her hair sliding against her skin. I was a goner.
“Uh, I didn’t mean to bump into you. I had a pretty terrible day, wasn’t looking where I was going. And judging by your reaction, you weren’t having the best day either. It couldn’t hurt to stop somewhere, get something to eat, and maybe turn our luck around?” I shrugged, running my hand over the stubble on my chin.
The dimple on her right cheek deepened, and she held her books closer to her chest. Her teeth tugged on her lower lip as if trying to figure out if I was a serial killer. I held up my hands, trying to signify my innocence.
“ Yeah, sure. Make it up to me.” She started walking backwards. When she turned back around, I wondered if I should follow her again. So I did.
“Wait—I don’t know your name…or how to get hold of you.”
“The name’s Noa Cruz. N-O-A.” She tossed out a series of numbers and I fumbled with my pockets, pulling my phone out and entering them. By the time I looked up, she was gone.
Noa.
Not what I expected. But neither was she, with her blue hair and devil-may-care attitude.
Ralph walked up beside me, putting his arm around my neck. “It’s about time, dude. I was worried you were batting for the other team.” He let me go as we fell in step together.
“I don’t want to be like everyone else here. I mean, why should I waste my time with these relationships that’ll never last?” I squinted at Ralph, his head partially blocking out the bright winter sun.
“Even if they don’t, it’s just high school, man. No one’s trying to get married.”
I shook my head. “I get what you’re saying.
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