I Love Him, I Love Him Not - 3 (Redo?)
What would you do if you found out you were a princess of another dimension, discovered that your current boyfriend was actually your babysitter, and realized that you could have quite possibly lived another life before the one you're currently occupying? Faint, of course!
11 comments?
11?!
It's an improvement, I suppose. But still. 'Amazing writer' my arse.
Nobody, save for eleven people, likes my stuff enough to comment.
So, hey, enjoy the next installment of my last story on buzzle, ever.
Because seriously? I write a few thousand words for you people's entertainment and you guys, save for eleven people, can't even find the time to write two on my last chapter?
Not working for me.
I think I shall just retreat into my shell and stop writing, because guess what? My English teacher hates me, now, too! Oh yeah. Life's good.
Thank you for all the lovely, amazing people who commented and please comment again, to give me some incentive to carry this thing on.
Enjoy! Or not.
Your wannabe writer,
Mevii
~x~
"Hey." I replied monotonously, making no effort to move my books from the chair so he could sit down. For some reason, this guy infuriated me, and I wasn't quite sure why.
He's a stranger. Just a stranger.
"So you hang out at the back in every lesson?" he asked conversationally, picking my books up without permission and thumping down into the chair heavily. I gritted my teeth for the second time in his presence (I never knew doing that could make such a hostile sound) and held my hands out for my possessions. I grabbed the edge of my books, but he didn't let go.
"Yeah, actually." I replied, trying to ignore the overwhelming effect his gaze was having on me. His eyes were just so blue. It was unnerving.
"Why?" He still wasn't giving the books back. I swallowed hard but didn't look away.
"Because." I said tersely, my thought process never wavering from the fact that his rough, tanned skin was millimeters away from my fingers.
His closeness had an immediate effect on me; I suspected it would on any girl. I mean, he was just so gorgeous. I was having trouble believing I wasn't dreaming.
"It's okay. I'm the same way." He said, surprising me. "I like the backs of things. Dark corners work, too."
The half-smile had widened into a smirk and then into a grin before I even comprehended what he was saying.
"Are you always so...vulgar?" I spat out angrily, finally tugging the books away from him. He looked at my face (which was probably a fetching shade of bright cerise) and a tiny chuckle escaped his lips.
"Actually, no. You, stranger, bring out the worst in me." He nodded, his laugh melting back into a half-formed smile. Just the sight of one side of his mouth tucked up adorably was enough to calm me down a little.
"Ditto," I smiled back, opening up my notebook for something to do and flipping through the pages. When I finally stopped flipping, I landed on some song lyrics I had been working on a long time ago, when I was going through a distinctive indie phase. Cole, before I could even blink, reached out and grabbed the papers. "Hey!"
Ignoring me, his bright eyes scanned over the lyrics.
"And I can see you smiling,
Even though you turn away,
And I'll just keep on sighing,
As you go your own way,
You're tangled up in my thoughts,
Like we've never been through,
I know you know that I know,
That I'm still in love with you..." His voice was soft as he read out the words, and although there was no hint of teasing there, I blushed even further. There was something about the sight of this guy that was an immediate trigger to the blood in my cheeks. I reached out and snatched the notebook back. "You into all that romantic mumbo jumbo, then?"
"Yeah, actually." I said, angrily slamming the papers shut. Why was he asking something like that? Did that mean that he didn't believe in love and romance, and all that I lived for, basically?
"Ugh." He grunted, and there it was again; this little flame of annoyance in my stomach blossoming into full-blown anger.
After that I didn't speak to him again. It seemed to take even the greatest amount of energy just to keep from lashing out. For some reason, he made me feel extremely angry. And yet there was some gravitational force that drew me, or any girl, towards him. He was extremely attractive; the bad thing was that he knew it.
I kept my eyes fixed ahead the whole time, acutely aware of how close the infuriating stranger was sitting. I was also acutely aware of the little half-smile that played constantly on his lips, as if he was in some joke about me that I didn't know about. It was excruciatingly annoying, but I still didn't say anything.
When the end of class bell rang, I stood up straight away and walked as fast as I could to get out of there. The presence of such a strangely familiar stranger was overwhelming, and I just had to get away.
"Summer? Where are you going?" Irena called out from somewhere behind me as I walked briskly down the hallway towards the side entrance doors. I stopped, turned and smiled for the simple reason that if I didn't, she'd probably jump on my back again, and I don't think my back could take it. She and Nathan were staggering lazily towards me, with one hand in each other's back pocket. They were so dopey and in love it was cute, and the stiff smile on my face became real.
"I wanted to get out for some fresh air." I told her, falling into step with them and laughing as Nathan almost overbalanced and lead them into a bin. Irena giggled girlishly and reached up to kiss his chin.
Nathan was an awesome tall lamppost wannabe - he stood at 6"3 now and insisted he was still growing. Irena sometimes complained that they always had to sit down to kiss properly, but I knew she didn't mind really.
"Ah - you must have seen the new student then." There was a sudden mischievous sparkle in her green and brown flecked eyes, and Nathan grinned.
"You'd better watch out, Summer. She's on a matchmaking mission. She'll turn into the pink Hulk anytime now, so I'd advise you to duck. Hm...pink Hulk. Matchmaking monster..." He warned me, his comical lilting accent making me laugh again as he trailed off, lost in his own jabberwocky of thoughts. He was originally from Scotland, but moved down to England when he was little. Some of his accent remained and surfaced when it suited him.
"Shut up." Irena hit him playfully on the chest, and I watched as he caught her fist, raised it to his mouth, smiled, and kissed each of her knuckles. It almost hurt to watch, they were that lovey-dovey.
I'd been going to Pine Creek High (yup - very original; they all had to have pine in there), before Pine Forest College, since year seven, and not once in those six years had I ever been asked out directly by a guy.
All the boyfriends I'd had were set ups - set ups destined to fail. And now, in my horrendously single state, a gaping hole seemed to have opened up in my chest where my heart used to be. It ached mercilessly whenever I saw couples acting the way Irena and Nathan did. I was fully and completely lovesick.
"Um guys, I think I'm still going to go out. I'll see you in English." I told them quickly, suddenly feeling as unwanted as a bottle of freshly squeezed cows milk in a lactose intolerance convention. As I pushed the door open without a backwards glance, a gust of damp wind caught my hair and blew it up around my head. I didn't mind. One of the great things about being different was being able to fix my appearance without lifting a finger.
The grass, as I squelched on it, was saturated with water from my earlier bout of acid moodiness. I walked across to the picnic benches.
There was one that I absolutely loved (as much as you can love an inanimate object that you sit on) - it was the furthest way from school, away from the other benches where students would often lounge in the summer and spring. Crumbling and old, it stood proudly beneath an aged but picturesque willow tree.
Smiling, I shrugged my jacket off and placed it on the wet seat so I could sit more comfortably. Break time was twenty minutes before my next two lessons. It would then be lunch, which was bound to be more lovey-dovey than usual, judging by the happy couple's affectionate attitude today.
Involuntarily, my thoughts drifted back to Cole. Who was he? Never had the word stranger seemed so apt; it was one day, and already he seemed to have extracted private details from my life (writes songs, believes in love, likes being alone at the back of classrooms) - and yet, he was still so unfamiliar to me. I closed my eyes briefly and pictured his face.
The first thing you noticed were his eyes; eyes that were too azure to be true. His irises looked incrusted with sapphires, and were so piercing that they seemed able to read right through you, read right through you till they got to your very soul. They seemed to intrude on your thought process, they were that piercing. And though such a thing wasn't possible, those eyes made it seem all too feasible.
Then there was his straight nose so perfect that plastic surgeons would be proud, and a sexy, full mouth which begged to be kissed.
His hauntingly high cheekbones and taunt jaw line only added to his already unbelievable handsomeness.
The faint sound of the end of break bell ringing from inside the building broke into my daydreams. Frowning and shaking my head, I stood, picked my books up and made my way inside. Yet again the unfamiliar new boy had stolen my thoughts, and that wasn't something I was entirely comfortable with.
11?!
It's an improvement, I suppose. But still. 'Amazing writer' my arse.
Nobody, save for eleven people, likes my stuff enough to comment.
So, hey, enjoy the next installment of my last story on buzzle, ever.
Because seriously? I write a few thousand words for you people's entertainment and you guys, save for eleven people, can't even find the time to write two on my last chapter?
Not working for me.
I think I shall just retreat into my shell and stop writing, because guess what? My English teacher hates me, now, too! Oh yeah. Life's good.
Thank you for all the lovely, amazing people who commented and please comment again, to give me some incentive to carry this thing on.
Enjoy! Or not.
Your wannabe writer,
Mevii
~x~
"Hey." I replied monotonously, making no effort to move my books from the chair so he could sit down. For some reason, this guy infuriated me, and I wasn't quite sure why.
He's a stranger. Just a stranger.
"So you hang out at the back in every lesson?" he asked conversationally, picking my books up without permission and thumping down into the chair heavily. I gritted my teeth for the second time in his presence (I never knew doing that could make such a hostile sound) and held my hands out for my possessions. I grabbed the edge of my books, but he didn't let go.
"Yeah, actually." I replied, trying to ignore the overwhelming effect his gaze was having on me. His eyes were just so blue. It was unnerving.
"Why?" He still wasn't giving the books back. I swallowed hard but didn't look away.
"Because." I said tersely, my thought process never wavering from the fact that his rough, tanned skin was millimeters away from my fingers.
His closeness had an immediate effect on me; I suspected it would on any girl. I mean, he was just so gorgeous. I was having trouble believing I wasn't dreaming.
"It's okay. I'm the same way." He said, surprising me. "I like the backs of things. Dark corners work, too."
The half-smile had widened into a smirk and then into a grin before I even comprehended what he was saying.
"Are you always so...vulgar?" I spat out angrily, finally tugging the books away from him. He looked at my face (which was probably a fetching shade of bright cerise) and a tiny chuckle escaped his lips.
"Actually, no. You, stranger, bring out the worst in me." He nodded, his laugh melting back into a half-formed smile. Just the sight of one side of his mouth tucked up adorably was enough to calm me down a little.
"Ditto," I smiled back, opening up my notebook for something to do and flipping through the pages. When I finally stopped flipping, I landed on some song lyrics I had been working on a long time ago, when I was going through a distinctive indie phase. Cole, before I could even blink, reached out and grabbed the papers. "Hey!"
Ignoring me, his bright eyes scanned over the lyrics.
"And I can see you smiling,
Even though you turn away,
And I'll just keep on sighing,
As you go your own way,
You're tangled up in my thoughts,
Like we've never been through,
I know you know that I know,
That I'm still in love with you..." His voice was soft as he read out the words, and although there was no hint of teasing there, I blushed even further. There was something about the sight of this guy that was an immediate trigger to the blood in my cheeks. I reached out and snatched the notebook back. "You into all that romantic mumbo jumbo, then?"
"Yeah, actually." I said, angrily slamming the papers shut. Why was he asking something like that? Did that mean that he didn't believe in love and romance, and all that I lived for, basically?
"Ugh." He grunted, and there it was again; this little flame of annoyance in my stomach blossoming into full-blown anger.
After that I didn't speak to him again. It seemed to take even the greatest amount of energy just to keep from lashing out. For some reason, he made me feel extremely angry. And yet there was some gravitational force that drew me, or any girl, towards him. He was extremely attractive; the bad thing was that he knew it.
I kept my eyes fixed ahead the whole time, acutely aware of how close the infuriating stranger was sitting. I was also acutely aware of the little half-smile that played constantly on his lips, as if he was in some joke about me that I didn't know about. It was excruciatingly annoying, but I still didn't say anything.
When the end of class bell rang, I stood up straight away and walked as fast as I could to get out of there. The presence of such a strangely familiar stranger was overwhelming, and I just had to get away.
"Summer? Where are you going?" Irena called out from somewhere behind me as I walked briskly down the hallway towards the side entrance doors. I stopped, turned and smiled for the simple reason that if I didn't, she'd probably jump on my back again, and I don't think my back could take it. She and Nathan were staggering lazily towards me, with one hand in each other's back pocket. They were so dopey and in love it was cute, and the stiff smile on my face became real.
"I wanted to get out for some fresh air." I told her, falling into step with them and laughing as Nathan almost overbalanced and lead them into a bin. Irena giggled girlishly and reached up to kiss his chin.
Nathan was an awesome tall lamppost wannabe - he stood at 6"3 now and insisted he was still growing. Irena sometimes complained that they always had to sit down to kiss properly, but I knew she didn't mind really.
"Ah - you must have seen the new student then." There was a sudden mischievous sparkle in her green and brown flecked eyes, and Nathan grinned.
"You'd better watch out, Summer. She's on a matchmaking mission. She'll turn into the pink Hulk anytime now, so I'd advise you to duck. Hm...pink Hulk. Matchmaking monster..." He warned me, his comical lilting accent making me laugh again as he trailed off, lost in his own jabberwocky of thoughts. He was originally from Scotland, but moved down to England when he was little. Some of his accent remained and surfaced when it suited him.
"Shut up." Irena hit him playfully on the chest, and I watched as he caught her fist, raised it to his mouth, smiled, and kissed each of her knuckles. It almost hurt to watch, they were that lovey-dovey.
I'd been going to Pine Creek High (yup - very original; they all had to have pine in there), before Pine Forest College, since year seven, and not once in those six years had I ever been asked out directly by a guy.
All the boyfriends I'd had were set ups - set ups destined to fail. And now, in my horrendously single state, a gaping hole seemed to have opened up in my chest where my heart used to be. It ached mercilessly whenever I saw couples acting the way Irena and Nathan did. I was fully and completely lovesick.
"Um guys, I think I'm still going to go out. I'll see you in English." I told them quickly, suddenly feeling as unwanted as a bottle of freshly squeezed cows milk in a lactose intolerance convention. As I pushed the door open without a backwards glance, a gust of damp wind caught my hair and blew it up around my head. I didn't mind. One of the great things about being different was being able to fix my appearance without lifting a finger.
The grass, as I squelched on it, was saturated with water from my earlier bout of acid moodiness. I walked across to the picnic benches.
There was one that I absolutely loved (as much as you can love an inanimate object that you sit on) - it was the furthest way from school, away from the other benches where students would often lounge in the summer and spring. Crumbling and old, it stood proudly beneath an aged but picturesque willow tree.
Smiling, I shrugged my jacket off and placed it on the wet seat so I could sit more comfortably. Break time was twenty minutes before my next two lessons. It would then be lunch, which was bound to be more lovey-dovey than usual, judging by the happy couple's affectionate attitude today.
Involuntarily, my thoughts drifted back to Cole. Who was he? Never had the word stranger seemed so apt; it was one day, and already he seemed to have extracted private details from my life (writes songs, believes in love, likes being alone at the back of classrooms) - and yet, he was still so unfamiliar to me. I closed my eyes briefly and pictured his face.
The first thing you noticed were his eyes; eyes that were too azure to be true. His irises looked incrusted with sapphires, and were so piercing that they seemed able to read right through you, read right through you till they got to your very soul. They seemed to intrude on your thought process, they were that piercing. And though such a thing wasn't possible, those eyes made it seem all too feasible.
Then there was his straight nose so perfect that plastic surgeons would be proud, and a sexy, full mouth which begged to be kissed.
His hauntingly high cheekbones and taunt jaw line only added to his already unbelievable handsomeness.
The faint sound of the end of break bell ringing from inside the building broke into my daydreams. Frowning and shaking my head, I stood, picked my books up and made my way inside. Yet again the unfamiliar new boy had stolen my thoughts, and that wasn't something I was entirely comfortable with.
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