It was raining the day we met, do you remember?
I'd looked out the window that morning. A beautiful morning, I'd thought, no need for an umbrella today. However, by the time I was halfway to school, the heavens had opened and I was thoroughly regretting my decision. I ran the rest of the way, my feet splashing in puddles, the water flicking up my trouser leg. I arrived at school soaked and miserable, making an inward promise never to listen to my weather instinct again, and to never become a weatherwoman. My friend, Tiffany, met me at the gate.
"Did you hear?" She asked, breathless wih excitement.
"Tiff, I just got here. What do you think?"
"There's a new boy in your tutor!"
I smiled. A new boy was a rare occurence, and something at least a little exiting. I was suddenly a little thankful for my prevailing singledom.
"Really? What's he like?" I asked her.
"Well...I don't know," she smiled ruefully, "but you will soon!"
I walked with her to our tutor rooms, chatting happily. She talked about last nights party, I listened. We got to the stairs, and went our seperate ways. I climbed down the wide flight of stairs, pondering about this new arrival. I opened the door, just a few minutes from being late, shaking off the dampness that had seeped through my clothes and into my bones. I turned to my seat, a double table where I sat alone.
And there you were.
You were just sat there, you, with your pale skin and jet black hair that looked as though you'd never brushed it, looking nervous as hell. You turned and stared at me, and I nearly gasped. Your eyes were so beautiful, the largest I'd ever seen, giant pools of such a deep green that sucked me in. I just looked at you. I never wanted to move again.
But I did, I felt my body take a few shaky steps forward, although my mind felt a million miles away. I pulled out my seat, the seat that was only inches from you. My mind did a mental sprint to catch up with the rest of me. I tried to smile nicely, and not pass out.
"Hello." A stranger said. I realised it was me talking.
"Hello." You said, not looking at me, your voice calm and slightly bored.
What now? I thought. Then you turned and looked at me properly, a smirk playing on your lips.
"Is he always this late?" You asked me.
"Um...Monday...teacher meetings and stuff...everyone's late on Mondays." I stammered. Even to myself I sounded stupid.
"Hmmmmmm." You murmured, then went back to skethching in a notepad. I pulled out my organiser, distracting myself so I wouldn't stare at the perfect boy next to me. Any homework I hadn't done? Stupid question, I'd done it all Friday. Any assignments due? Not that I didn't have with me. Any reason you kept glancing at me? Wait, you were glancing at me? I watched you out the corner of my eye. So you were, every so often glancing in my direction, a twinkle in your eyes, then you'd carry on drawing. I grinned inwardly, and pretended to study my organiser intently. Suddenly our tutor walked in, rushing through the register so we wouldn't be late. You didn't even look up. At the end of tutor, you packed up your books quickly and left, but I noticed you'd torn out a page of your sketchbook and left it on the table. My curiosity irresistable, I picked it up.
It was me, drawn in chibi form, all big eyes and head, smiling cutely. You'd caught everything, the essence of me, the way I'd done my hair, the way my eyes slant slightly downwards. It was me. In the corner you'd written, "I never got your name. L"
I grinned, clutching the paper to my chest. This guy was different.