where I'm parked.
Something about the way the vehicle moves sets my nerves on edge. It ’s like a shark in the water hunting for some prey. It’s a low, sleek, dark grey sports car. No idea what kind - I've never actually bothered about cars. Allana got me this one so I could get around. But I can’t take my eyes off how it slithers along the path created by students all admiring its body work.
Sliding effortlessly into the space next to me, the engine shuts off, releasing me from my trance. I blink quickly as the driver ’s door swings open.
Out gets a dark haired guy. I can ’t tell who he is as he has his back to me. All I can see are his faded grey jeans which hang low on his hips. The top of his fitted black t-shirt doesn’t quite meet the rim of his jeans, allowing the thinnest strip of flesh to show. There are black markings like the edges of a tattoo barely visible under the hem, but I can’t make out the image. The body turns, and I can sense eyes on me like I could back in Olympus at my presentation ceremony.
I drag my eyes up, sure I'm about to stare into the eyes of someone from the court of Olympus. I look straight into Josh ’s.
I thought I ’d be too embarrassed to look him in the face again but seeing him now only fuels my urge to get next to him - to wrap myself in his warmth. The creature inside of me begins to hop madly around, begging me to get out of the car and touch him, but the expression on his face keeps me in my seat. He appears unimpressed and disappointed as he throws his car door shut without taking his eyes from mine. I bite my bottom lip.
Should I go and try and explain yesterday to him? But what would I say? As if in answer to my question, he shakes his head slightly and takes off towards the school. The minute his back is to me, I want to run up to him and turn him back around and tell him everything, beg him to forgive me for my outburst yesterday. I know I don ’t even know him, but a part of me deep down must do. There’s a connection I feel between us that I need to explore, and I only wish I knew if he felt anything too. He must Allana said the flames of love burn both halves, so he has to have felt them.
I need a distraction, but I ’ve got maths first, my worst subject. I walk into the school, hoping to see Josh in the halls but equally not wanting to. I don’t want to observe the look of chagrin on his face aimed directly at me.
The school halls are alive with auras, but I don ’t notice any of them. I’m not sure I'm qualified to go around matching people up when I’ve messed up my own potential love life.
The red and blue lockers lining the halls become a blur to me as I drag my feet along the cold slate floor. I'm not interested in any of this. I'm not interested in being an unwanted consolation prize. I'm not interested in being the object of hate to Amora, and I'm not interested in breaking my match-making record. All I can think of is what Josh must think of me. I'm sure he ’s not interested in me, and I don’t need him to be interested, but none of that’s important. The only thing that matters, is I want him to be.
I push open the door to my classroom for the first period and take my seat at the back, determined to focus on whatever we ’re doing today. I’ll focus on my immortal problem later when I get home, and I can face her in person.
Maths lasts for what seems like a decade. Yes, a total exaggeration but fractions are mind-numbing. At least I ’ve got performance now which will be slightly more entertaining but working with the rest of the class is always an ordeal considering I spend most of my day alone.
I reach the drama studio a few minutes early and witness everyone already lined up. I walk down the line past a couple of the popular girls at the front.
“Seriously Jess I'm telling you, they were like out her shirt was so tight!”
“ Well suppose that’s one way to get an A”
“ Ugh
Something about the way the vehicle moves sets my nerves on edge. It ’s like a shark in the water hunting for some prey. It’s a low, sleek, dark grey sports car. No idea what kind - I've never actually bothered about cars. Allana got me this one so I could get around. But I can’t take my eyes off how it slithers along the path created by students all admiring its body work.
Sliding effortlessly into the space next to me, the engine shuts off, releasing me from my trance. I blink quickly as the driver ’s door swings open.
Out gets a dark haired guy. I can ’t tell who he is as he has his back to me. All I can see are his faded grey jeans which hang low on his hips. The top of his fitted black t-shirt doesn’t quite meet the rim of his jeans, allowing the thinnest strip of flesh to show. There are black markings like the edges of a tattoo barely visible under the hem, but I can’t make out the image. The body turns, and I can sense eyes on me like I could back in Olympus at my presentation ceremony.
I drag my eyes up, sure I'm about to stare into the eyes of someone from the court of Olympus. I look straight into Josh ’s.
I thought I ’d be too embarrassed to look him in the face again but seeing him now only fuels my urge to get next to him - to wrap myself in his warmth. The creature inside of me begins to hop madly around, begging me to get out of the car and touch him, but the expression on his face keeps me in my seat. He appears unimpressed and disappointed as he throws his car door shut without taking his eyes from mine. I bite my bottom lip.
Should I go and try and explain yesterday to him? But what would I say? As if in answer to my question, he shakes his head slightly and takes off towards the school. The minute his back is to me, I want to run up to him and turn him back around and tell him everything, beg him to forgive me for my outburst yesterday. I know I don ’t even know him, but a part of me deep down must do. There’s a connection I feel between us that I need to explore, and I only wish I knew if he felt anything too. He must Allana said the flames of love burn both halves, so he has to have felt them.
I need a distraction, but I ’ve got maths first, my worst subject. I walk into the school, hoping to see Josh in the halls but equally not wanting to. I don’t want to observe the look of chagrin on his face aimed directly at me.
The school halls are alive with auras, but I don ’t notice any of them. I’m not sure I'm qualified to go around matching people up when I’ve messed up my own potential love life.
The red and blue lockers lining the halls become a blur to me as I drag my feet along the cold slate floor. I'm not interested in any of this. I'm not interested in being an unwanted consolation prize. I'm not interested in being the object of hate to Amora, and I'm not interested in breaking my match-making record. All I can think of is what Josh must think of me. I'm sure he ’s not interested in me, and I don’t need him to be interested, but none of that’s important. The only thing that matters, is I want him to be.
I push open the door to my classroom for the first period and take my seat at the back, determined to focus on whatever we ’re doing today. I’ll focus on my immortal problem later when I get home, and I can face her in person.
Maths lasts for what seems like a decade. Yes, a total exaggeration but fractions are mind-numbing. At least I ’ve got performance now which will be slightly more entertaining but working with the rest of the class is always an ordeal considering I spend most of my day alone.
I reach the drama studio a few minutes early and witness everyone already lined up. I walk down the line past a couple of the popular girls at the front.
“Seriously Jess I'm telling you, they were like out her shirt was so tight!”
“ Well suppose that’s one way to get an A”
“ Ugh
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