Purified Muddy Puddles

It was him. The boy of my dreams, the boy who's been running through my mind since the first day I saw him. He was finally standing in front of me, looking as radiant as he did since that summer day. His last name was Snow. What snow? What was his first name? 

"Please don't make a habit of being late, Mr. Snow." Ms. Jaina rolled back from her desk and rubbed the bridge of her nose. 

Please say his first name

He gave her the slightest chuckle, slammed his backpack down, and sat a few tables away from me. This feeling was surreal. The boy I've been dreaming of, thinking of, urning for, was finally breathing the same air as me! I never thought this gorgeous mystery boy would be sitting in the same geometry class as me. Only one thing kept me from bursting into flames since he entered my world once again. 

He was the voice of the boy who told me to 'kill myself' jut 12 minutes before. Of course it was. My first interaction with the boy I've had dream sex with, was him telling me to 'kill myself'. This definitely isn't my dream come true. Its slowly turning into a nightmare. Minutes kept passing, and my body's temperature was beginning to finally cool down at the thought of him truly feeling that I should kill myself. He didn't even know me. How could he tell me something like that. Not as if no one has ever told me to kill myself, being your typical ghost-looking girl, but for some reason this time hit a little harder, and made me a little less confident.

All of a sudden, I started examining my outfit of the day. Was it cute enough? Did my akee look alright? Was I sweating? Did my breath smell OK? I was panicking silently as everyone wrote down their 5 things of likes and dislikes. So I raised my hand.

"Ms. Jaina, may I use the restroom?" I squeezed out the words like the last of an empty bottle of toothpaste. I was petite with my voice, and polite with my tone, and with that faithful 'yes', I was out the door. 

I ran to the nearest bathroom I could find and dashed to the mirror. Luckily I was the only girl in here, so I had complete freedom over the large mirror plastered to the wall. I touched up my hair, and ran hot water over my fingertips to wipe off any under-eye smears my makeup may have left within the last 20 minutes of being here. My first day ha already got from good, to dramatic, and now to embarrassing. I couldn't wrap my mind around it. The boy I;v been dreaming of, thinking of, and wanting to smell, hold, and kiss, told me to kill myself just moments before. Does this mean he thinks I'm ugly? Was I not his type? What was his type? 

Because of his type, it seemed to me that a boy with long shaggy hair wearing tight fitting jeans and black T-shirts would totally be into a girl like me. It made sense to me. I had t be his type. He definitely wasn't the obnoxious type to like a girl like Ashley Carol, was he?

I realized I had been here for more than 5 minutes, and knew that if I didn't get back to class on time, I would be written up on my first day here, to top it all off. I ran back to class and patted my skirt down to me knees. I took a deep breath in, and quietly opened the door. Luckily most of the class was back in full talk-time mode, so I caught no ones eyes. But my mystery boy caught mine. There he was, only a few feet away as I walked back to my desk, staring down at his sheet of paper, completely ignoring everyone and their chit-chatter. His white headphones went down from his ears to his iPod. I tried to catch of glimpse of what he was listening to, but couldn't make it out. I sat back in my right and rested my chin in my palm. Thin king of what he could be listening, I found myself staring at him. He was stunning. Breathtaking. Everything about him I loved. Even his voice. Although just minutes before he told me to kill myself, it almost didn't matter. He was still mine. My mystery lover from the summer, that only I knew about. 

If only he knew how far my mind has traveled with him.

Ms. Jaina stood up and clapped her hands. 

"Is everyone done?"

A majority of the class nodded and continued to talk quietly amongst themselves. All but me. I had been so caught up in the sight of my mystery boy, I had complexly forgot to write my 5 things of likes and dislikes.On top of my makeup smearing, the drama with Ashley, and my misery boy confessing his death wish for me, I was already about to receive an F on the first day, on the most easiest task. I curiously started writing. It didn't matter at this point what I was writing, but how fast I could get it done. Ms. Jaina called the first person up. A boy named Luke. He was tall, zit full, and wore glasses thicker than the bridge of his nose. He had short blond hair and cloudy grey eyes. He began listing off his five likes and dislikes when I finally put my pencil down and started to listen. 

"My last dislike," he continued, "is fish. Not only because they taste like garbage, but also because they smell foul." The class laughed as he went back to his seat. I sighed a sigh of relief as I put my pencil down. 

"What did you put?" Evangeline whispered in my ear. I slid my paper over to her side of the able and let her read. She smiled and nodded sliding it back to me. If Evangeline thought it was good, that means it must be worthy of a passing grade. Today will get better. It has to. After watching many students read their list of ten things, my name was finally called. 

"Violet Analise?" Ms. Jaina announced my name like I had won the lottery. Pain and fear shot through my stomach as I walked to the front of the class. I looked around the room, noticing all eyes on me. I began to feel nauseous, and knew if I passed out right here and now, I would never live it down. Especially not in front of my mystery boy. I began right away, not wasting any time or taking any chances of losing consciousness in front of all these judgmental eyes. 

"The five things that I like are snow-" I froze. My body was ready to crumble. I scanned my paper and felt the hot liquid rise in my throat.

All I wrote down was the word snow...

Seconds were flying by as my mind attacked my body with anxiety and fear. I had to think quick. One word came to my mind the whole time I wrote. 

Snow

I wrote down the word snow, ten different times, all in a list. I was so wrapped up in my dream boy that I ended up writing mystery boys last name ten different times. Only one word was coming to my mind now. 

Improvise

"I like snow, so I love the winter. Uhh-I enjoy writing, listening to music, painting, and swimming." My heart skipped beats as I spoke. Not all of which was true. I didn't mind winter, but it definitely didn't belong on my list of five things that I liked. Now I needed to think of five things that I don't like. This was becoming more and more nerve wrecking. 

"Five things that I don't like are the color yellow, David Spade movies, a dirty bathroom, and bullies." Once the that last word escaped my lips, my eyes traveled to mystery boy. His eyes were looking straight into mine, as if he were subconiously traveling into my mind, caressing me with a hug from his brilliant brain. Hurt and pain showed there, and his eyes seemed to turn a cold blue. The mystical blue ocean I knew to be his was no longer present as I walked back to my seat. 

My heart felt broken, like the strings connecting the walls of this organ were tearing and stretching beyond their breaking point. My chest was literally caving in, as hot tars began to escape my eyes. I crossed my arms over one another and rested my head onto my desk. I didn't care to listen to he rest of the names. I didn't care to be in class anymore in fact. I was was sinking into a deep sea that I wouldn't even care if I drowned in. In fact, I preferred it. I was willing and ready to send in my withdrawal papers so I would never have to face mystery boy again. This was too much and it was only the first day. I was prepared to drop out and work a lifetime at a tiny fast food restaurant when his name was finally called. By this time my eyes had crusted over after the second time I had cried one my first day. I picked at the edges and focused in on his majestic persona. This was so surreal. Even after everything I was still willing and ready to hear his wonderful, insulting voice. There he was standing before me, staring down at his loose leaf sheet of paper, with what looked like chicken scratch on the other side. 

"Five things I like are music, drawing, skateboarding, swimming, and hanging out with friends." He spoke so smoothly. He bit his bottom lip before starting his list of dislikes, and it made me want to pounce in him like Ashley had pounced on me. Only with him, I would interlock my lips with his. This complete stranger, who's first name I didnt' even know, would probably press charges against me.

Maybe even a restraining order

"Five things I don't like are cats, the sound of people chewing, reading, ignorant people, and spiders." He crumpled the paper into the size of his fist and tossed it in the trash. He slumped back into his seat and rested his head into his elbows. I watched him sulk. Maybe he didn't like getting in front of others. Or maybe he truly didn't like school. I felt myself wanting to get up and sit in his lap, wipe away any tears he may have had, and tell him that he was the most beautiful creature I've ever seen. He'd probably throw me down, spit in my direction, tell me to kill myself, and I'd go home and do just that. The very thought made me feel melancholy and empty. I did the same, and rested my head into my elbows till the hour was over. During my restless in class nap, on the first day of school where I was making my first impression on Ms. Jaina, I still managed to only think about him. The boy who was already controlling my life, and I didn't even know his name. 

The bell had finally rang, jolting me awake, along with Evangeline shaking my shoulder. I wiped under my eyes, trying to make sure I didn't have any after-nap smears. I immediately looked to my misery boy, and found him packing up his tie-dye backpack, plugging his headphones back into his ears. I slipped my notebook back into my backpack and slung it over my shoulders. I reached for my phone, hoping to text Ann to see if she had gotten her schedule after mistakenly leaving it at home. As I began to type, my shoulder was shoved forward, knocking my phone right out of my hands. 

"Evangeline-!" I began to shout, till the faint smell of beautiful pine filled my nose, making my heart fall to my stomach. I turned around, facing my tall mystery boy, who was only inches away from me. He had taken out one of his headphones. 

"Sorry about earlier." He said, stuffing his headphone back into his ear. He gave me a half smirk, making my knees shake. I gave a faint smile and nodded. He firmly gripped his backpack strap, and walked off in my opposite direction. 

Holy s**t

Even though that voice had told me to kill myself just an hour before, it was the most beautiful part of him. His voice had me melting like ice in his palms. 

And those gorgeous lips

During his presentation, I could not stop staring at those perfectly molded human lips, and how I would probably sell my soul for just one taste of them. Even if it meant facing the wrath of a religious Ann, I would drown in the lake of fire, knowing I had planted one on Mr. Snow. As he spoke, only a few inches away from my face, I could not stop staring. By the look of his gorgeous smirk that could electrify my heart back to life, he knew I had been staring. 

And he talked to me!!

Of course! How could I forget the most memorable part? He had spoken to me. Even if it was only 3 words, I would cherish every syllable. Something about Mr. Snow had me stuck. My mind, my attention, my stomach, they couldn't be torn from him, especially when those beautiful oceanic eyes looked into my muddy puddles. 

As I found my way into history, my mind stuck with them, hoping his beautiful oceanic eyes could purify may mud puddles, and he'd drink them in, like I do with every inch of his existence.