Words Of My Song - Chapter Two
Her first day - and the meeting of Lasara and Will.
The front steps of the old American sitcom like school were heaving. Lasara wondered how to get through the crowd of beautiful, black people without offending anybody. She glanced down at her outfit and was glad to see that she seemed to have got it right. Everyone was in tight or loose jeans, skirts, casual loose tops or tight, short ones. Nowhere in between.
For her first day, Lasara had decided to wear her short, white rah-rah skirt with her white vest top that had a gold ribbon across the top of her stomach that tied into a bow on her side. Her feet supported flat, round toed, knee high white boots with gold buckles down the side. She had a simple gold chain around her neck and large, stunning old earrings in which hung, sparkling with diamante, to her shoulders.
Her bag was a stylishly large plain white one which held pens, pencils, a tiny white cardigan should she get cold, and space - for her books she was awaiting. Her wonderfully perfect hair was blow dried out to be thick, shoulder length and slightly wavy - she couldn't iron out all her curls after all. The glossy brown waterfall fell about her shoulders in a curtain of locks that went in slightly at the ends. In her hair, she had a plain, gold hair band which separated the bulk of her tresses from her razor-sharp, extremely straight, layered fringe. All of her hair was a dark brown with slightly lighter, warm, natural streaks - an asset she loved. With her liquid, deep hazel eyes outlined with soft black kohl, her full lips coated with a layer of clear lip-gloss and her eyelashes lengthened ten times over with black mascara - she was beautiful. But she was still extremely self-conscious.
The problem of the crowd of teenagers still remained, looming above her like a tsunami wave. Suddenly, Lasara felt a warm hand on her shoulder. She hardly had time to turn and see who it was before the person had steered her though the people, talking to various friends as they passed. She smiled. The person who had a hold of her had a strong, firm, yet gentle grip. His voice was deep and rumbling, his smell musky and sweet. All too soon, while she wondering how to thank her savior, they were inside, in the hallway, away from the main bulk of people.
She turned - and stepped back in obvious surprise. She had been expecting someone sad, weedy, and geeky. The person who jumps at the chance to befriend new kids, to trap them into an inescapable friendship kept together by guilt. But the person who stood in front of her defied every theory. As he had walked her through the people, nearly everyone had shouted 'Hey' or 'Hi!' to him. So, not completely friendless. Maybe even one of the popular guys. And there was absolutely nothing sad, weedy, or geeky about this boy.
He stood at about 6"2, with a tall, lean, pleasantly toned frame. His eyes were large, green emeralds set in laughter-line crinkled sockets. His nose was medium-sized, his ears tiny and his lips full; but it was obvious his beautiful eyes were reined the most prominent and his best asset. He wore a tilted cap on his head and at that moment, his head was cocked to one side, his smile was wide and his eyes knowing.
"Over me yet?" he whispered to her jokingly. She laughed embarrassingly, horrified at getting caught out. Normally she could work out a guy secretly without him knowing, even when they were face to face. But he saw right through her. She must have been openly staring. She grinned at him and stood up straight. "Good. Well, now all that's over... hey!" he was speaking softly now. She matched his voice and smiled gently.
"Hey. Thanks for getting me through that. How did you know I was stuck? And I was not staring at you." Her words came out in a jumble, and that only seemed to make him laugh more, making her frustrated.
"Everyone was new once. And it's all right, really. You stood there, looking so lost, and I'm a nice guy, so..." He smiled reassuringly again. "I'm Will. Will D'silva. And you are..." Here she cut in.
"Lasara Fernando." She finished, proud at her calm coolness. He flicked his cap up to look at her properly.
"I was going to say really pretty but, you know, whatever..." Lasara laughed again, watching him carefully for signs of a prank or a huge practical joke on the new kid. But his gorgeous smile seemed genuine. He waited for her laughter to die down. "No but, really, nice name to go with a more than nice face. Don't doubt me. Trust me. I speak only the truth in the presence of a lady." He was camping it up, making her laugh again, but Lasara was chilled at how he seemed to predict everything she was thinking and offer a casual solution. It was almost as if he could see into her mind. She watched as his grin faded to the gentlest of smiles. "I'll see you around, yeah?" She nodded ever so slightly, not sure she would. After all, he seemed so sweet and kind and good-looking and popular; she was just the new kid.
"Uh-huh." She replied, still uncertain.
"Well...see ya." He began to turn around while hitching his New York Yankees bag back up his shoulder. Lasara looked down, feeling bad she had been so obvious about not seeing him around. He must think her a major snob who thought him beneath herself. She stepped toward him then stopped. Too close. She pasted another grin on her face.
"Definitely!" She called to his back hopefully. He threw a beam over his shoulder and pulled his cap back down over his eyes to the side. "Bye!" she called again, this time wishing with all her heart he would answer. She was rewarded.
"Later, doll!" She watched him retreat to another group of friends, his broad shoulders and strong back, the back of his black cap, and the few, sweet tight curls escaping from beneath it. She watched him turn in slow motion and see her still looking at him, watched him chuckle at her immediate flamed cheeks, watched him wave one last time, watched his friends checking her out as she whirled on her heel and practically ran off. She had never felt more embarrassed in her life.
For her first day, Lasara had decided to wear her short, white rah-rah skirt with her white vest top that had a gold ribbon across the top of her stomach that tied into a bow on her side. Her feet supported flat, round toed, knee high white boots with gold buckles down the side. She had a simple gold chain around her neck and large, stunning old earrings in which hung, sparkling with diamante, to her shoulders.
Her bag was a stylishly large plain white one which held pens, pencils, a tiny white cardigan should she get cold, and space - for her books she was awaiting. Her wonderfully perfect hair was blow dried out to be thick, shoulder length and slightly wavy - she couldn't iron out all her curls after all. The glossy brown waterfall fell about her shoulders in a curtain of locks that went in slightly at the ends. In her hair, she had a plain, gold hair band which separated the bulk of her tresses from her razor-sharp, extremely straight, layered fringe. All of her hair was a dark brown with slightly lighter, warm, natural streaks - an asset she loved. With her liquid, deep hazel eyes outlined with soft black kohl, her full lips coated with a layer of clear lip-gloss and her eyelashes lengthened ten times over with black mascara - she was beautiful. But she was still extremely self-conscious.
The problem of the crowd of teenagers still remained, looming above her like a tsunami wave. Suddenly, Lasara felt a warm hand on her shoulder. She hardly had time to turn and see who it was before the person had steered her though the people, talking to various friends as they passed. She smiled. The person who had a hold of her had a strong, firm, yet gentle grip. His voice was deep and rumbling, his smell musky and sweet. All too soon, while she wondering how to thank her savior, they were inside, in the hallway, away from the main bulk of people.
She turned - and stepped back in obvious surprise. She had been expecting someone sad, weedy, and geeky. The person who jumps at the chance to befriend new kids, to trap them into an inescapable friendship kept together by guilt. But the person who stood in front of her defied every theory. As he had walked her through the people, nearly everyone had shouted 'Hey' or 'Hi!' to him. So, not completely friendless. Maybe even one of the popular guys. And there was absolutely nothing sad, weedy, or geeky about this boy.
He stood at about 6"2, with a tall, lean, pleasantly toned frame. His eyes were large, green emeralds set in laughter-line crinkled sockets. His nose was medium-sized, his ears tiny and his lips full; but it was obvious his beautiful eyes were reined the most prominent and his best asset. He wore a tilted cap on his head and at that moment, his head was cocked to one side, his smile was wide and his eyes knowing.
"Over me yet?" he whispered to her jokingly. She laughed embarrassingly, horrified at getting caught out. Normally she could work out a guy secretly without him knowing, even when they were face to face. But he saw right through her. She must have been openly staring. She grinned at him and stood up straight. "Good. Well, now all that's over... hey!" he was speaking softly now. She matched his voice and smiled gently.
"Hey. Thanks for getting me through that. How did you know I was stuck? And I was not staring at you." Her words came out in a jumble, and that only seemed to make him laugh more, making her frustrated.
"Everyone was new once. And it's all right, really. You stood there, looking so lost, and I'm a nice guy, so..." He smiled reassuringly again. "I'm Will. Will D'silva. And you are..." Here she cut in.
"Lasara Fernando." She finished, proud at her calm coolness. He flicked his cap up to look at her properly.
"I was going to say really pretty but, you know, whatever..." Lasara laughed again, watching him carefully for signs of a prank or a huge practical joke on the new kid. But his gorgeous smile seemed genuine. He waited for her laughter to die down. "No but, really, nice name to go with a more than nice face. Don't doubt me. Trust me. I speak only the truth in the presence of a lady." He was camping it up, making her laugh again, but Lasara was chilled at how he seemed to predict everything she was thinking and offer a casual solution. It was almost as if he could see into her mind. She watched as his grin faded to the gentlest of smiles. "I'll see you around, yeah?" She nodded ever so slightly, not sure she would. After all, he seemed so sweet and kind and good-looking and popular; she was just the new kid.
"Uh-huh." She replied, still uncertain.
"Well...see ya." He began to turn around while hitching his New York Yankees bag back up his shoulder. Lasara looked down, feeling bad she had been so obvious about not seeing him around. He must think her a major snob who thought him beneath herself. She stepped toward him then stopped. Too close. She pasted another grin on her face.
"Definitely!" She called to his back hopefully. He threw a beam over his shoulder and pulled his cap back down over his eyes to the side. "Bye!" she called again, this time wishing with all her heart he would answer. She was rewarded.
"Later, doll!" She watched him retreat to another group of friends, his broad shoulders and strong back, the back of his black cap, and the few, sweet tight curls escaping from beneath it. She watched him turn in slow motion and see her still looking at him, watched him chuckle at her immediate flamed cheeks, watched him wave one last time, watched his friends checking her out as she whirled on her heel and practically ran off. She had never felt more embarrassed in her life.
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