Read Online See by Jamie Magee - Free Book Online

themselves known…they would grow loud, then instantly go silent over and over again. I didn’t really care how loud or quiet they were – my body was numb, and the only thing in this world at that moment was me and this stranger that I could not take my eyes off of.
    He wasn’t staring into my eyes anymore. At first, I thought his was looking over my body, but then I realized he was looking at the space around me. I felt like he was trying to see something that I couldn’t even see right now.
    The man with him must have said something to him because I saw his eyes move back to him, then he reached for his phone, which was lying on the table. I watched as he picked it up and began to text. The man with him looked over his shoulder in our direction, then causally back to the boy he was with.
    The booth where we were seated was two away from them, and it looked out at the row of tables by the windows. On purpose, I scooted to the center so I could steal a glance or two from this boy. I had to figure him out – why he was causing such an absurd reaction in me.
    Trying to make it not look obvious, I looked him over again. I could tell his eyes weren’t as black as mine; from here, they looked almost hunter green. Around his neck, he wore a leather cord, and a guitar pick was the only thing hanging from it. I knew then that he either loved music or played; either way, that was a plus in my book. He was wearing a black hoodie that was zipped almost all the way up, so I couldn’t see if he was wearing any kind of T-shirt that would tell me what bands he listened to. The Celtic cross that was on the left chest of the jacket and his overall image gave the impression that, at the very least, our taste in music was compatible.
    Kara ordered our drinks, and when the waitress stepped away I stole another glance; this time, I found his eyes waiting on me. I slowly reached for my hood and let it fall behind me. I pulled my ponytail loose and leaned forward on the table. I wasn’t posing, not at all; I’m too shy for that. It was just that for the first time in a long time, I didn’t feel like I needed the security blanket of my hood. I wanted to see out, and I wasn’t sacred of letting someone else see in. The boy smiled slightly again. I could still see the painful anger I saw before, but I could also see a confidence in his expression. I smiled back. My simple response made the anger I could see vanish in his expression. The man with him looked over his shoulder and nodded once at me before turning back to the boy.
    “ If mom doesn’t hurry up, I’m just going to order for her,” Kara complained as she checked her phone.
    She leaned out of the booth to look out the window at my mom’s car, which was right behind the table where they were sitting. I blushed, thinking she’d given them the impression that we were talking about them. Thankfully, they were talking to the hostess, so they didn’t notice.
    “ That call could last forever; you might as well order it to go,” I said, not meaning to sound so sarcastic.
    My mom had a tendency to lose herself on business calls; when she said, “Just give me a second,” it always turned into an hour.
    The boy and man got up from their table. As they passed us, the older man nodded once again in my direction. Now that I could see him clearly, I was almost certain he was the boy’s dad. He was just an older version of him. The man carried himself in the manner that I imagined my father would if he were still alive, like a free spirit that didn’t care what others thought but somehow made people fall in love at a distance. If I had to guess, I’d say that he either inspired or had a passion for music, too. I don’t know how I did it, but I could spot a musician from a mile away. They don’t even have to dress a certain way; it’s just the energy I feel coming from them. I know that sounds stupid – I know you can’t really feel something like that, but I knew I always felt