The New GuyA Chapter by The Invisible GirlChapter 3
I could feel the sun coming through my
window warming up my skin. It was so good to finally be home. I didn’t tell my
mom about how the stranger who rescued me came to me. Especially the detail of
him kissing me on my forehead. She would have freaked out and called the cops.
I probably would be forbidden to go anywhere by myself, which means to be stuck
home. Since I had no friends to accompany me anywhere. I sighed as I looked at
myself in the mirror. I’m just your average 17 year old girl. I wish I was a
tad bit taller, but I normally don’t care with how I look. I try not grab
attention, so I dress very casual with jeans and a plain maroon t-shirt. "Sophie, let’s go!" yelled my
mom from downstairs. I straighten my shirt and tried smiling at myself in the
mirror. I rolled my eyes and groan just one year to go of hell aka high school
then I’m done. I headed off to meet my mom in the car. We drove to the school
in silence until my mom said, “You should try making at least one friend before
you graduate.”
“Mom, you know I hate being social. I
just nobody seems to have similar interests.” I retort. “How do you know? You never talk to
anybody. You just keep to yourself.”
“Exactly just the way I like it. No
drama,” I replied as I watch a doe running alongside the road. Why can’t I just
run away? I just want to graduate and become a game warden. Get a cabin in the
mountains and just me, myself, and nature.
“Just try please. At least one,” my mom
pleaded. Jeez, she hasn’t given up, and she probably will never stop asking me.
The last time I had a friend was in middle school, but as puberty came along.
She was more interested in boys then hanging out with me. After that I never
really tried making new friends. I always ended up pushing people away or
people would think I’m strange being the introvert girl who is quiet and sits
in the back of the class.
I sighed, “Fine. I will try.”
Slowly, I began to see my sign for my school
peak through the trees. Clarkson High School is small, but I liked it. Less
people to avoid. My mom pulled into the drop off section
and said, “Remember Sophie, just smile and say hi my name is Sophie Watkins.
It’s really easy.”
I
chuckled, “Bye, mom.”
I shut the door and heading inside the
building. Everyone was rushing around to their lockers ad classes. I could see
a freshmen struggling to open the lock on the locker. Girls giggling at a friend’s
locker as they pointing and stared at the jock team a few rows down. I reached
my locker and opened it up. I didn’t decorate it like most girls did. All I had
was a picture of my parents and my first buck I shot with Uncle Jon. I sighed
and grabbed what I needed for my first block. I walked to my physics class when
I saw some girl in the corner of my eye point at me. I heard her whisper, “Jeez
did you see that scar on her face? How did she get that?”
I
heard her friend whisper back, “I think that’s the girl who got attacked by
some animal out in those woods.”
“Why
the hell would she go there? I heard its dangerous being in those woods.”
I
rolled my eyes only if you don’t know your surroundings and not experienced
with the outdoors. I sat down in my usual seat in the back of the class and got
my stuff organized. I stared at the clock waiting for the bell to go off to
begin class. I just want this day to be over with even though it just begun. A
minute before the bell rang a guy came in.
He was tan and had black hair with
piercing blue eyes. That’s strange his eyes look so familiar. He was average
height and even through his long-sleeved shirt I could tell he was buff. Even
though I’m not social, I’m observant. I have to be since I go hunting. I don’t recognize
this guy he must be new here. The guy looked around the room and then caught my
eye.
We stared at each other for the longest
time. I really got a good look at his eyes. They were vibrant blue like the…ocean.
Stop, staring at him Sophie. I just couldn’t look away. There was just
something about his eyes. What seemed to last forever ended. He finally looked
away to find a sit which was near me. I can't believe I was staring at this guy
I mean he is very good looking, but I’m sure now he thinks I’m a creep. I see
the girls across from us giggling and also getting their share. Just look
forward I told myself.
The first bell rang and I sighed in
relief. Finally, class can start. Coming into class in a hurry was a short man
in his fifties. Mr. Pitt was one of the few best science teachers in Clarkson
High. Also another perk of being in a small school knowing all the teachers.
"Okay, class. Welcome back from
break. I want to welcome a new student. His name is Shane Vladamircues?"
Mr. Pitt struggled to pronounce Shane’s last name. He looked up Shane
quizzically hoping to be corrected.
"Vlasimirescu," Shane said
with a smile. His voice was deep enough that it was soothing to hear. It was a
kind of voice that you would want to hear forever. It gave me goosebumps. What
the f**k Sophie? I rubbed my arms to stop the goosebumps. What the hell has
gotten over me? "Thanks Mr. Shane," chuckled Mr.
Pitt, "He transferred here from all the way from Romania. So make sure you
make him feel welcomed here in America"
I looked at him for
just a split second. He too was trying to steal a quick peak of me. I averted
my eyes back to my lecture notes. Did I know him? He seemed so familiar. During class, I could hear my mom’s
voice saying “Please make at least one friend before you graduate.” Ugh, no
stop Sophie that’s awkward especially since you had a staring contet with him
as he came in. I don’t need someone to think I’m so creep or a boy crazy girl. I
mean like mom said how hard can it be? Just say hi and that’s all. Mr. Pitt
said to make him feel welcome. I’m sure he will get a butt load of people
saying hi to him. I mean he is not bad look, so “new meat” will attract the
girls here. S**t, I think hitting my head on that rock made me go crazy. First,
I thought a wolf could talk, and some random a*s guy’s voice gives me
goosebumps. Just want I needed for my senior year. What’s next pigs will fly? I watched the clock waiting for class
to be over. Once the bell rang, I decided to test my conversational skills and
say hi. I saw that he was no hurry to leave. I got all my things together and
took the moment to walk up to him. I felt goose bumps forming on my arms. I put
my hand out awkwardly and say, "Hi Shane. Welcome to Clarkson High. I'm
Sophie." S**t Sophie no one shakes hands in high school. I wrapped my arms
around my books hoping he didn’t see.
He smiled, "Hi Sophie." I trembled when he said my name. What
the hell? Who the f**k trembles? But why did it sound so familiar when he said
my name? Just ignore it Sophie, act calm before he notices that you are
flipping out. S**t, too late. He must have noticed because he smiled. Damn, he
had a nice smile. His beautiful blue eyes glowed brighter as he smiled. Wow,
I'm such a loser. This is why I don't talk to guys or people for that matter.
Before I could head out to my locker
Shane asks, “So, what class do you have next, Sophie?" S**t, I thought
that would be it. Now, I got to make more conversation. Great this can’t get
any worse.
"English. You?" I started walking to my locker and he was
following me. Wonderful, now he knows where my locker is. Please don’t say you
are in my English class. Leave me alone. I’m so bad at conversation. I thought
it would be saying hi and that’s it. This is all your fault mom. This is not
easy.
“Same!” He smiled really big like he
was truly happy we be together in the small class again. Okay, maybe I’m not
the only one going crazy. I opened my locker and exchanged my Physics book for the
rest of my other textbooks for the day. I don’t want him following me
everywhere. I know he is new and all, but like that means making more
conversation. I don’t think I can handle anymore. I struggled to carry all my
textbooks. Jeez why they have to give us so many books.
Seeing, I was struggling, Shane
chuckled, “Here I'll take these from you."
He grabbed my books.
"No. No. I can hold them." I
tried to get the back, but Shane wouldn't let me. Why is he doing this? I know
he is being a “gentleman,” but I am a strong independent woman. I don’t need
someone to carry my books. Like what is
he trying to do? Why is he being all nice? I’ve never met a guy like him
before.
Once we found our seats in English
class, a short women wearing all purple was handing us her syllabus which was
also on purple paper. She seemed like a nice lady and probably wouldn't give us
a lot of assignments. I haven’t had this teacher yet, she must be one of the
newer teachers here.
"Hello, class.
My name is Mrs. Debbie. In English, we are going to go through a grand
adventure together through different literature and writing techniques. So your
first assignment is to write a poem in the next thirty minutes. Begin."
Whelp, that was fast. I was a little
nervous about what I was going to write. I’m not really a writer, since I don’t
really expressed too much of my feelings. Especially with poetry, it conveys
usually an emotion. All of a sudden, I got a flow of some thoughts on a paper.
I love the woods, so why not write about the woods. After I was finished, I saw
that Shane was writing non-stop.
"Okay, class. Time is up. Now who
would like to read their poem to the class?"
There was utter silence. "Anyone? Don't be shy.” Please don’t
pick me. Please don’t pick me. I avoided eye contact praying she wasn’t one of
those teachers who picked at… S**t.
"Okay, but it’s not really good." I
muttered. Crap, why me?
"That's okay. Come up to the front
of the classroom."
I got up and cleared my throat and began read.
Here goes nothing.
“The woods My safe haven My home Everything about it makes me smile Many times I want to run for miles To see what adventures it has in store."
Mrs. Debbie clapped and Shane was
looking at me with a big smile on his face. Jeez why does he smile so much?
Some jock in back snickered, “Didn’t
you almost die in woods. Seems like the woods wanted to kill you. What a loser.
"
Before I could make a snarky reply something
wet hit me in the face. The class started laughing except for Ms. Debbie and
Shane.
“Nice shot!” The jock laughed as he
high fived his friend who made the spit ball shot.
I could see Shane clenching his fist
making his knuckles turn white.
“Quiet down. This is a safe place for
everyone to say their work. There should be no judging,” Mrs. Debbie shrieked.
As the class calmed down, she turned to
me and said, “Thank you for reading your poem." She patted my back and ushered me back
to my desk. I could hear the jock chuckling as I took my seat. I took a lot to
not turn around and punch him in the face. I can’t get in trouble in the start
of the year. Plastering a smile back on her face she asked, “Anyone else want
to read their poem. Shane?"
I looked over and saw Shane raising his
hand. I watched as Shane took my spot in
front of the room. He smiled at me as he got out if his seat. "Shane you
may begin whenever you're ready."
"Thank you," he then paused
and locked eyes with me. I was trapped in his sparkling blue eyes. “I
see a girl," he began, “basking in the world's darkness.
I hear her pain and suffering. I want to comfort
her, but I cannot reach her I want to touch her, but I'm afraid I might scar
her. I want to hold her and tell her it'll
be okay. But what if I break her heart instead. I'm
afraid that she will not love the true me. And that what
frightens me. I love this girl of despair. But
will she love the light that might also be her darkness?"
I could feel my heart bounding in my chest. I could hear the sadness in his
voice. I heard some girls awing in the back. I rolled my eyes ya’ll wished is
was about you. "Shane
that was a marvelous poem. I hope everything works out in the end," Mrs.
Debbie said as she wiped a small tear from her eye.
"I hope so, too." Shane
smiled. He must really care about this girl whoever she is. She must be back in
Romania. It’s kind of romantic to think someone would write a poem about you.
She is a lucky girl, but why does he think he will hurt her. He seems like a
nice guy, except he smiles way too much. As Shane sat down, he looked at me concerningly.
"Is something wrong? Was my poem bad or boring?"
"No! It was really good. It was a sweet
yet sad poem.” Shane relaxed and sighed in relief. His blue eyes gleamed as he
looked into mine. I conjured up a little smile, which I could have sworn I saw
him blush before he looked away. Did I just smile at him? Why does this guy
have such an effect on me? Did I actually like him? © 2017 The Invisible GirlAuthor's Note
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