"… and so I told him it would be impossible for that to happen. If he went near the gas then-"
"The universe would EXPLODE!" A tall skinny guy slams Zack's locker shut, cutting him off as he is telling me about why he got kicked out of second period. He's about 6'2" and has some muscle on him that I can see under his rolled up sweatshirt. His short light brown hair looks almost military but there aren't any other indications besides camo pants. Then I see his eyes. Gorgeous brown eyes that just seem to glow and make me feel warm inside. And his smile makes me want to smile but I hold back because I don't want to be weird. He wraps an arm around Zack in a choke hold and leans on the locker. I am about to get defensive because no one hurts my friends, but before I can ZacK introduces him.
"Harmany this is my Brother Clash," he says pushing Clash's arm off him "the one I told you about." He looks over at me so done.
"All good I hope!" Clash smiles. Zack has mentioned Clash, telling me how he wants to be in the army, he's protective of his family but sometimes a bit too much and can be irrational, the opposite of Zack. "Clash Addy at your service." He bows and holds his hand out for me to take it. I look over at Zack, who just wants to get into his locker, then back at clash and for some reason give him my hand. His hands are larger than mine, and somehow both soft and rough at the same time. He kisses my hand as I say
"For the most part." I'm trying to hold back a giggle but it doesn't go so well. He stands and his face is now bright red. "Sorry, just never had a guy…bow. " Zack looks back and forth with a mixture of both puzzlement and annoyed.
"Same, well not-you know-with the-and-yah." Clash tries to speak but he can't put a normal sentence together or look me in the eyes. It's kind of adorable. He looks franticly around trying to think of what to say, he rubs the back of his neck with one hand and I can't help but notice his arm muscles. I bite my lips quick before looking down at my binder.
"Well I have lunch and I want to get a table as far away from the jocks as possible." I say trying not to get red.
"I'll meet you there." Zack says after finally getting his locker open again.
"No kidding? I have lunch now too!" Clash says a bit too over excited.
"No you don't. You have-"Zack starts. But Clash jabs his elbow into Zack's side. "Ow!"
"I'll walk you there." Clash sticks his arm out for me to take. I just roll my eyes, still trying not to smile, and start walking towards the cafeteria. He puts his arm down and walks by my side. "So why don't you like jocks?"
"They just are annoying, bone headed, guys who only care about muscles and making themselves look good at the expense of others." I say remembering the jocks at my old school.
"Ah." He says and rolls down his sleeves and starts playing with the ends that already look torn up.
"At least the ones at my old school were. And the basketball guys here look the same, though I haven't seen any football guys yet, understandably though considering we are in the city and there's no...place…to…play…" Fuck I'm rambling. Why do I always do this?! "Sorry, rambling."
"It's fine." He assures me. "Kinda cute…" I hear him mumble into his sleeve. I look up at him and we make eye contact. "So! You haven't been here long?" he says trying to change the topic. I try to hide a smile as he holds the already open door
"Just started two weeks ago. Where have you been?" I ask realizing I haven't seen him around.
"uhhhhh yahhhhh…." He starts rubbing the back of his neck again