I guess I never really thought about how my life could change in an instant. How it could become completely different from one random event. How that one random event would become buried in your mind and memories for the rest of your life. That one event would spark something that you would tell your children and your grandchildren about, smiling as you did. Sometimes, I would think that something was going to be a life changing event I would look back on and smile, but that never ended up happening. Until, the day I met Chuck Bass. Meeting Chuck Bass was that once in a lifetime life changing event.
"Blair, why don't you tell us?" Hearing my name, my thoughts are interrupted.
"Uh, what?" I reply, obviously lost in my own little world, unaware of the lesson being taught in my sophomore English class.
"Ms. Waldorf, pay attention." My teacher replies. This has become a regular thing for this class. I tend not to pay attention, mostly because my father makes me study ahead in my subjects, and everything we've been learning, I covered over a year ago. My father's like that – he wants me to go somewhere in life, and always says I shouldn't rely on his money after college. Of course, I doubt that's going to happen.
"Sorry," I say to the teacher, rolling my eyes.
They never punish me, because my father can make them public enemy #1 overnight. Anyone that isn't a friend of my father's is an enemy, and the town has benefited so much from his companies, no one wants to make him reconsider any money he's donated to any charities or churches. The day goes on pretty much like usual. I talk to a few people here and there, pretend to be interested in people's conversations occasionally, striking fear into the hearts of kids that know they are below my level, the usual. That is, until chemistry class rolled around.
As I was walking to class, I heard the people behind me talking about a new kid, who had moved here from New York City. I didn't think much of it, figuring that anyone who would be moving to a small coastal town in Northern Florida wasn't going to be attractive. That's the reason why I had never had a boyfriend – There was nobody in this town worth dating. At least, that's what I had thought. As I walked into my class, I couldn't help but stare at the new guy towards the front, talking with the teacher. His eyes were a deep brown color that seemed to go on endlessly; his hair was a perfect dark brown, almost covering his ears. He smiled, revealing a perfect set of white teeth and dimples. Then, I trip, and the whole class goes silent.
I close my eyes and attempt to get up as fast as I can, drawing as little attention to myself as I can. Blair Waldorf doesn't trip. She doesn't embarrass herself. She doesn't do anything except be perfect; in the eyes of the outside world, that is.
The whole class is staring at me when I get up, including Mr. Brown Eyes over there, still looking like someone out of a movie. "Hah, whoops. I guess my Dolce heels still need a little breaking in," I say, pointing to the three year old heels on my feet. The girls laugh a little too much, the guys smirk and smile, and Mr. Brown Eyes smirks, but quickly hides it. I go and sit down in my stool, and quickly take out my cell phone, trying to look busy. The bell soon rings, and the teacher directs Mr. Brown Eyes to sit in the seat next to mine, since the person who had sat there before switched classes. I don't dare look up. Until I hear a deep voice whisper to me. "Hello." He says, "A little clumsy, aren't we?"
I stutter, trying not to make eye contact with his mystifying brown ey- They're so brown. I find myself looking straight into his eyes, unaware of everything. "Uh, um, I'm not usually clumsy," I say, mentally slapping myself for stuttering. I quickly straighten myself up, and look up towards the board, pretending to pay attention. Mr. Brown Eyes does the same. Soon, I notice him doing an all too familiar thing – doodling and staring off into space.
I've always been a doodler. I would always draw when I was a kid, not caring if I was drawing on paper or my wall. It soon became a bad habit that I would do in class, causing my grades to suffer. That's not a problem anymore, though. Thanks to father's private tutors, I'm grades ahead of my classmates when it comes to knowledge. I get perfect grades, and I've never once actually paid attention to what the teacher was saying. I get away with it, too.
Mr. Brown Eyes though, wasn't so lucky. Our teacher, Mr. Gonzales, noticed right away when Mr. Brown Eyes wasn't paying attention, and called him out. "Mr. Bass." he said. His last name is Bass. Mr. Brown Eyes didn't take his eyes off of his drawing. "What is the density of iron?" He asked, looking more irritated by the second. We all knew how this was going to end – hotshot new kid trying to act cool, but instead, he'll get himself an hour long detention for not knowing the answer.
"Sir, it all depends on which iron you're talking about," Mr. Brown Eyes replied, still not looking up from his paper, "The density of cast iron is 7,150 kilograms per meter squared, the density of wrought iron is 7850 kilograms per meter squared. However, the density of pure iron is 7870 kilograms per meter squared." He replied, looking up and smirking at the teacher. Mr. Gonzales didn't have a reply, but instead muttered something under his breath and turned around, writing more formulas on the board. Damn, new kid's smart. I giggle under my breath, and he turns over to me and flashes a smile. "Cute," he said before turning back to his drawing.
I didn't see him again for the rest of the day. I couldn't help but replay the scene in chemistry over and over again. His mesmerizing voice repeated in my head all day long. I found myself thinking of us, together. I found myself picturing us going on dates together, him holding me in his arms, us being happy. By the end of the day, I knew one thing, and one thing only – I had fallen head over heels, literally, for Mr. Brown Eyes. For the next few weeks, he was the only thing on my mind.
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