First chapter! R&R!
He walked in with the swagger of someone who was in control, for just a moment, as he walked in the room, the swagger faltered.I saw it, even two years later he wont admit it, but I saw and I know why. He was new, he'd never even stepped foot in the state before today. His name was Brandan. I remember the day like it happened only five minutes ago. He scanned the room,
as if expecting a pipe bomb go off and he needed to find the nearest exit, should it be a possibility. His hair covered the left side of his face, dyed a bleach blonde, no doubt a place holder for other colors he planned to paint his hair. Freckles played across his face,
high cheekbones a canvas for the splatter of the darker marks of skin. His eyes were a green.
I always told him they were fairy green, mostly dark forest but with tiny dots of pale brown decorating his irises. Like, fairies flying through the woods. His build was lean, but not scrawny by any means. He had muscles, you could tell even if he wasnt flexing. A full mouth was tilted into an unsure frown across his then he looked at me. And it was as if the whole air of the class had changed. Everything that was going wrong for me just clicked into place.
"Class, this is Brandan Comer. He's from Oklahoma, welcome him"
We were in Texas history,per usual the teacher made him do an uncomfortable, but unavoidable introdution of himself.I never sat in desks, I never have. I don't believe in them. They meant captivity, something I openly objected to. I was perched on a zebra carpet, in the corner of the classroom. In front of me sat four desks, clumped into a group facing eachother. No one actually sat there, except for a boy who was rude and obnoxious. Until, she sat Brandan over there. I had to talk to him, I had to, to hear what his voice sounded like, just to hear it. Before I could think, I had blurted out "Does my voice sound weird?" I instantly realized the idiocy of my queston and clamped my big mouth shut. His eyebrows synched together, his mouth in an even more uncomfortable frown then before. "Um, no." I nodded accepting the answer.
Then, as if word vomit, I spilled "Do you smoke weed?" I don't know why I asked. I didnt even smoke weed. Not to say I didnt support the smoking of weed, but I myself never had the oppurtunity to get my hands on it. "Er, yeah" He replied. I felt my face rip itself into a grin uncontrollably. "I thought so" He gave me a strange look, so I returned to my map of Texas. I looked up again, just to sneak a peek at him. He was sneaking a peek at me too. Uncomfortable with the unexplained eye contact he was directing my way, I quickly looked down at my paper once ,I could still feel his eyes boring holes in my skin. The guys in the class were ecstactic to have another male joining us, as they were down on numbers compared to the girls. They crowded around the table to talk to him, but he looked at me. Mikayla, a petite blonde sitting in the group of desks to my right piped up in her cheery voice "Ray,do you like him?" She asked gesturing to Brandan. I looked up, and made eye contact with her, only stopping to glance at Brandan. YES, I liked him. It was wrong. Completely wrong,I didnt know him. I didnt even know his middle name, and the only reason I knew his first was because the teacher announced it. But, I did. I did. But I couldnt very well tell him that. What would he think? I couldnt say no, It was a lie I just couldn't bring myself to tell. Slowly, I replied "I have a boyfriend.
It wasnt a lie, I really did. He was abusive, and a sick human being. But he was my boyfriend. I didnt lie, but I didnt answer the question either. Mikayla seem satisfied with my non-answer and turned back to her map. I glanced back up at Brandan one more time. Only to see him looking down at his map. Secretly disapointed, I finished mine. After handing it in, I walked back to my place on the rug. Hoping just maybe my movement would draw his attention back to me. Only for a small second, did his eyes travel back to mine, and meet. It was like a silent agreement.
I was his, and he was mine.