When I looked into his eyes

A short story, may turn it into a normal story soon.

“Shut up, Shelley, you know he’s just some player.”  I said, my voice in an angry monotone when I yelled at my friend Michelle. We were looking at the new kid at school. He was a medium height boy, his brown hair was long and straightened and it covered his eyes. He walked in across the linoleum floor of the school and his converse squeaked. I rolled my eyes and then looked back at Michelle.

“What? I sensed he was, I was just looking, and that’s not a sin is it?” Michelle asked as she looked at me. “And Roxie, why is it that you must judge a guy as soon as he comes here. I mean, either you deem him a pot head or some player.” She said and rolled her eyes. “Maybe this one is the one who is nice and caring and kind and�"“ I cut her off.

“Maybe he’s just the same, like all the others, lusting, using and above all, not looking at us.” I said, I glared at the new boy. He looked at me with a strange expression on his face. Michelle rolled her eyes at me and we parted ways for our classes.

I walked up the many flights of stairs in my middle school to get to my math classroom. I walked in and looked up, and there he was. My friend, much like the brother I never had. Kristopher.

I smiled when I saw Kris, I hadn’t seen him since the beginning of the spring break. I had missed him for that week we had off of school. I walked up to Kris and hugged him like most people who aren’t going out do in the middle of class, sarcasm intended. He smiled and I smiled. We started laughing.

“Excuse me, but this is school. No physical contact. Now go to your desks.” The math teacher, Mrs. Minstril said, her eyes full of the expression of ‘I have to follow the school policy and treat everyone the same, I really don’t care.’

I walked away from Kris and sat in my seat, I was the second to last seat in the row in my math class, which was nice because no one was behind me. I liked that a lot because I wasn’t being used as a trash can in math class by Sheldon Sumwalt. I had my friend Eliza Singlesec by me. We normally talked during free time, but I really did get annoyed by her. She always yelled when she talked, and even when she was supposed to be hiding the fact that she had gum, she still chomped on the gum like a cow with cud.

I was drawing in my note book when the bell had rung. I kept drawing, not wanting math class to start. I kept my head low and my pencil on the paper. I was drawing something simple, it was nice. A little line design when I heard Mrs. Minstril’s voice engulf the chatter of the class. I jerked my head up to see the new kid. I rolled my eyes and thought that was just glorious. I brushed a strand of my brown bangs out of my eyes and looked at him. He was looking at some of the other kids in the class, he kind of looked nervous, but he still held his head high. I now saw Mrs. Minstril pointing over in my general direction. I groaned.

I saw the boy walk towards me. I expected him to say something, but he didn’t. He simply took his seat behind me. I looked up at Mrs. Minstril. She was going on about being nice to the new kid because she wanted him to feel welcome, essentially the same bull we’d been fed since first grade. I heard her say something that actually was semi-important. “This Class, this is Gabriel Migsón, he moved here from Milan.” She said. I looked at him. So he was a strange Italian player, I thought. I thought that explained a lot. I mean, Italy, that gets you tan guys that are players. I turned back and looked at him. He looked back at me, a look of confusion upon his face. I spun around in my desk and got out my math homework. It was a fraction sheet, or a shoot-me-with-a-spork-sheet. Minstril  had me pass it back to him, because he could at least correct work. I turned around and handed it to him, just so I could look at him once more. He was actually pretty good looking, but I was sure on the inside he was just some giant cocky prick just waiting to emerge.

I looked at the paper I had, it was Marvin Hicks’ paper. I looked at it, it was totally wrong, well at least the parts he had answered. I sat in class waiting for all of the answers to be read. I grabbed my red correction pencil and began to cross off the work and leave the zero out of zero score on the top of his paper. We gave them back and we passed them up. I looked at my paper, and apparently, Gabriel had gotten bored and decided to draw a face on my paper. It kind of looked like a vampire, but I couldn’t tell.

I sat through the rest of the class, listening to Minstril ramble on about the importance of �-(�-*4)=23�-. I detested math, but Kris and Eliza made it worth while. I listened not only to rambling, but to my thoughts. I was thinking about all of the things going on right now. With Gabriel and all the others there. I heard the bell ring, I jumped out of my seat a bit and scurried out of my desk. I saw Kris and walked by him, and saw Gabriel walk down the big blue stairs, a landmark in my school.

I walked up to the Spanish room, where Michelle and I reunited and made strange noises we made when we saw each other. I saw Mrs. Sprite-Francesco, or just Mrs. Sprite as we all called her. She was a red haired woman in her early thirties. She was also a very short woman and bared a strange resemblance to a duck. I sat down in my desk and we began class with the usual ‘i Hola Clase!’ followed by an unenthusiastic ‘hola’.

I think that day Spanish may have been the only class I didn’t have a distraction right by me. I sat in a row surrounded by people that weren’t my friends, and Diana, one of my other best friends, was gone that day. I did my worksheets that day in utter boredom. The bell finally rang and Mrs. Sprite bid us the usual ‘iAdios!’

After class I walked up the stairs to the, as my friends and I called it, the second and a half floor. That was where Michelle and Veronica’s lockers were. I walked over to Michelle’s locker with her and I put my Spanish binder in there, simply because I was too lazy to go put it in my own. I looked up.

“S**t.” That was the one word I uttered when I saw his locker was across from Michelle’s. She looked up.

“Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you, Gabriel’s locker is right by mine.  He’s in Corrine’s homebase.” I looked at him and he looked down the hallway. A girl who was about my height was walking down the hallway, her long brown hair going down her back. She looked up at me, and then quickly down. She walked up to Gabriel and started talking to him.

“God,” I said as I rolled my eyes. “He’s got the new chick as his first item.” I rolled my eyes and watched them walk away and go down the stairs. “Well, Shelley, let’s go to the lunch room.”

We walked down the stairs and into the lunch room and I looked around. Michelle and I walked to our table and she sat down. The table was cramped like always, but there wasn’t enough room for me. I made a disgusted face and started walking over to the social outcast table, or the expansion of our table. I saw two dark figures sitting there. It was Gabriel and his girl friend.

I rolled my eyes and checked to see if there were any other tables worth sitting at, but there weren’t, so I walked over at sat there. I saw Gabriel look up at me. He looked kind of freaked out, like the look of, why is this freak sitting with us? I set my lunch box down and sat on the other end of the table from them.

The most of the lunch period was silent. They ate their food in silence, occasionally leaning into each other to talk. As time passed on, the silence kept carrying until Gabriel looked up at me once again. “Hello.” He said, “My name is Gabriel Migsón, and this is my sister, Gabrielle.” He looked at me, well, what I thought was looking at me, for I couldn’t tell through his hair.

“My name is Roxie Leeway.” I said, “I am one of the most unpopular girls in this s****y school and I utterly hate half of the people in it.” I looked down at my lunch box. I was alarmed to hear that this was his sister, not his chick. I smiled.

“Well, I don’t really know anyone except for you and Gabrielle here, Roxie.” He said, his cool, accent smoothing every word together.  “Can we hang out with you? We really need some structure and people to know.” He looked at me, pleadingly. 

“Sure.” I said, not really caring what Michelle thought of me. She’d probably call me a hypocrite, but I really didn’t care at all.

I got up from my seat after I was done eating and Gabriel and Gabrielle did the same. For some reason, they only followed me and didn’t talk to me. I felt a bit outcast like with out my friends talking to me, but I endured. I now stepped outside into the brisk, clear air of spring. I looked back at the two and I pulled my Volcom hoodie’s hood up over my head and walked a bit. I saw Gabrielle put her hands out in front of her and Gabriel shove his hands in his sweatshirt pockets. I walked and I took out my iPod, but right when I put in the headphones, I heard a thud, which was followed by a groan of pain. I slowly turned around, simply presuming it was one of those Neanderthal men falling down with their footballs, but it wasn’t, it was Gabriel.

I looked down upon him, he was on his back, he had slipped on a wrapper and was on the ground. I heard some people laughing at him. I turned around and stuck my middle finger out through my sweatshirt sleeve at them before helping him up. His hair was forced back and he opened his eyes.  They were a chocolaty brown, possibly, the most beautiful eyes ever.

A few seconds later, Gabriel shut his eyes and bit his lip. “F**k.” He muttered under his breath, I extended my hand to help him up. He took it and smiled. His hair falling back into place. I walked back over to my friends now, and joined Michelle.

“God, I thought you didn’t like him.” Michelle said in a nasty voice.

“You’re wrong Michelle, I think I love him.” I said, biting my lip hard waiting for my friend’s reponse.