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It was pouring down rain on that day. I had always loved rainstorms; the way they can be a peaceful downpour or a powerful force of nature with booming thunder and flashes of lightning, the way they were unstoppable and the way they were absolutely fascinating. Some people thought they were dreary, but I liked to think rain was a sign something new was here, something fresh, something good. Something that could wash away everything else as you just tilt your head up to the sky and embrace it.
"You're crazy," I said, rolling my eyes at my friend Miley.
We were walking to class in the Arts wing of our high school. At the moment, we were in the gallery.
"And this is the Caroline Gram Building, where we have Art History," a voice said loudly. Miley and I looked over our shoulders at the same time.
Our over-achiever friend named Nick Jonas was walking in with a girl I didn't recognize. I paused to wait for them- we went to a small school and every new student was a welcome addition. I wondered idly if we would be friends.
"Hey, Nick."
"Hey," Nick said, stopping in front of us. "This is Selena. Uh, Selena Gomez. She's new here." Nick sounded a little nervous.
"You don't say," I said, smiling at the girl. "Hi, I'm Demi."
"Hi, I'm- well I guess you already know that."
The girl- or I guess I should say, Selena- blushed at her mild verbal fumble. It was cute and made me smile. She just looked back at me as we smiled at each other.
"Hey, I'm Miley."
Selena's eyes broke away from mine and looked at Miley. "Nice to meet you."
"Are you in our next class?" I put in.
"What's your next class?" she asked, a smile playing at her lips.
Now it was my turn to blush.
"Oh, um, art history."
"Then, yeah, I'm going there now."
"Well, then let's go," Nick said, ushering us towards the hall. "If we're late one more time…"
I rolled my eyes at his inclination towards trouble, but sped up anyways. Mr. Green was no laughing matter when you ticked him off… and I wanted to stay close to Selena. I had noticed Nick had put his fingers on her elbow when he had hurried us up- and that they were lingering. Nick wasn't going to scoop this one up.
We entered the room in the nick of time. Sadly, we also arrived before I could talk to Selena some more. I had this feeling that she was going to be someone special. There were times when I automatically had a feeling about the future and I was almost never wrong.
Miley went to our usual table in the center of the room and I was obliged to follow her. Still, I watched Nick talk to Mr. Green for a moment- what a brownnoser- then lead Selena to a table on the other side of the room.
I wondered what color her eyes were. It was funny how you could stare into someone's eyes and be so taken by them that you don't even notice color they were.
"Rembrandt was a Renaissance artist who-" Mr. Green began.
That was the thing about this class. The artists we learned about were brillant and I would kill to go to a place like the Louvre or the Sistine Chapel, but Mr. Green began his lectures without warning or flavor.
I had just read an article about Rembrandt and his works, so I figured I was good to go. I glanced around the room and my eyes happened to land on the Selena. She was sitting up right on a stool, taking notes while a wavy strand of hair fell upon her face. Smiling softly, I pulled out my sketchbook and my favorite charcoal pencil and let it slide over the paper, losing myself in the portrait.
I was so into it that I jumped a little when Miley slipped a piece of folded paper towards me. Putting my pencil down, I quietly unfolded it.
Crushing on the new girl?
I shot Miley a look. I had admitted to her that I liked girls at the beginning of the school year a few months ago, and now, she loved to say things like that to tease me. Well, at least she was supportive. I wrote a reply back and pushed the paper to her side of the table.
You are SO psycho!
You aren't denying it!
I don't want to jump every girl I meet, Miley.
Whatever. But you might want to move fast- Nick seems to have an eye on her, too.
I didn't bother scribbling back a response- I could almost hear Miley's smug tone and it kind of pissed me off that she could be right. Giving her another death stare, I returned to my sketch of Selena, but now, I was too unsettled to work on it anymore. I turned to give Miley yet another look, but she was all-too-innocently listening to Mr. Green's lecture.
I sighed and rested my chin on my hand while gazing across the room at Selena. Oddly enough, the sight of her calmed my unsettled state. Refreshed, I turned to a blank page in my sketchbook and began anew.
Ever since I had taken a few drawing classes a couple of years ago, I had been hooked on putting anything interesting I saw on paper. I glanced up to check if I had her eyebrow right to see her looking back at me. My first instinct was to blush and look down, but I comforted myself in the reasoning that the only reason she caught me looking was because she was looking, too. Instead, I smiled and mouthed, 'Hi.'
She smiled back and also mouthed, 'Hi,' then made a scribbling motion in the air, as though to ask what I was drawing. I winced at the thought of her knowing what I was putting in my sketchbook at the moment, and just shrugged my shoulders. Once again, I flipped to another blank page, hoping she couldn't see what was on the page I had been working on.
For the rest of the class, I was afraid to look back at Selena. Why was that? I was typically a friendly and open person. Then again, I could already tell there was nothing typical about Selena. There was just this… aura about her that I could feel from across the room. I was already wrapped up in it.
However, the magnetic tug that I had felt from the first moment we had made eye contact mixed with insane curiosity was far greater than any fear of the unknown. My eyes raised and rested on her soft face. She glanced up and, once again, caught my gaze and, once again, our eyes made the sweet connection that already felt like it was becoming an addiction for me. There was something so serene about her, so innocent.
"And tonight, I want all of you to find a fact about Rembrandt that I did not know."
Leave it to Mr. Green's monotone and overpowering voice to shatter a perfect moment. Selena and I tore our gaze at the same time, focusing on gathering any supplies we had brought with us.
Was it just me, or did I detect a rosier tint to her cheeks? I had a feeling she had a habit of blushing often, which was all for the better. Her flush had an odd effect on me.
"Hurry up, Selena," Miley said impatiently.
"Hold on, let's wait for Nick and Selena."
I wanted to take advantage of every second I could with this girl.
Miley sighed. "Fine. But I seriously need to hurry."
"Hello again," I said pleasantly to Nick and Selena- but mostly to Selena. I smiled at her again- hoping that she wasn't bothered by my insane amount of smiles I had directed at her. What can I say? I don't think I could stop if I wanted to.
"Hi."
"Hey, Selena, you have a freed period right now, right?" Nick asked, sounding slightly impatient as Miley had.
"Yeah, I'm going to the kindergarten class room to help Mrs. Roberts."
"Well, so does Selena and I need to go to history, which is on the other side of the school…"
"Well then, I'll be your personal escort!"
It was remarkable how the stars seemed to be lining up in my favor. I had to do a tarot card reading when I got home- I was a big believer in that kind of thing.
"Thanks," Selena said shyly.
"Come on, Nick, we're going to be late," Miley said, tugging him away.
Internally, I thanked Miley. She could tell I wanted to be alone with Selena- let's hope no one else could- and pulling Nick away couldn't have been easy for her seeing as they dated for a while. But that was history.
"This way, mademoiselle," I said, walking out of the classroom.
"What's Mrs. Roberts like?" Selena asked, keeping up at my side.
"She's pretty cool- if we're a little late, she'll be cool if you play the New Student card."
Selena giggled, then we lapsed into silence. I searched my mind for something to say, while still sensing a buzzing connection flowing between us. I wonder if she could feel it, too.
Suddenly, I could hear her humming softly. If I wasn't mistaken, it sounded like Katy Perry's 'I Kissed a Girl.' I raised my eyebrows at her.
She blushed- of course.
"Sorry, I just like song and it's stuck in my head, so-"
"Well, now it's stuck in my head, too," I replied good naturedly. "Although, I always thought Jill Sobule's was a little cuter."
Jill Sobule was a singer who had released a song of the same name back in the '90s.
Selena's face lit up. "I kissed a girl, her lips were sweet. She was just like kissing me."
I smiled in pleasant surprise. I hadn't expected her to understand the reference, or for her to be comfortable to actually say, 'I kissed a girl.'
"You've actually heard of Jill Sobule?"
"I love her."
"Oh my gosh, you are like my musical soul mate!" I said excitedly and without thinking, I hugged her.
She laughed and patted me on the back.
"Nice to meet you, musical soul mate."
"I'm going to introduce you as that from now on, just to let you know."
"That should be interesting."
We entered the hallway.
"Hey, what's your locker number?"
"3010."
"Really? Mine's 3019. How have we not run into each other before this?"
"Well, Nick was in all of my other classes and he was always… in a rush."
I laughed. "That sounds like Nick."
We both put our books into our lockers and when they were all put away, Selena turned to me.
"What exactly are we going to be doing with kindergartners?"
I remembered saying that I was going down to help out with them when we were in the art room. I wouldn't have thought she'd remember that.
"You're observant," I commented, beginning to walk. "We just help out with whatever Mrs. Roberts needs; organizing stuff, reading with the kids, etcetera."
"I'm not usually," Selena replied breezily, referring to me calling her observant.
Refusing to delve deeper into the possible meaning of that, I said, "I hope you like kids."
"I think they're adorable."
"You want a little sister? I've got one to spare."
Selena laughed. "Classic sibling rivalry? It's almost a Hallmark moment."
"Eh, maybe if we were hugging and saying how much we loved each other."
I crinkled my nose at the thought.
Selena laughed again. Every time she laughed, I felt a rush of pleasure knowing that I could make her laugh. "So you don't get along?"
"To say the least."
We were halfway past a certain hallway when I remembered we needed to turn there.
"On y va!" I said, borrowing a phrase I had learned in my French class meaning 'Here we go.' I put a hand on her back to turn her as I hastily swiveled on my heels.
"Well, that was a little last minute," Selena said with a smile. I realized I had left my hands on her a little too long and dropped them abruptly. "Par le vous francais?"
Translated, that meant 'Do you speak French?'
"Barely. Are you fluent in French as well?"
"As well to what?" she asked, cocking her head to the side.
I had meant in addition to being breath taking, but that wasn't something I could say.
"Well, you speak English," I covered.
She laughed- so far, she was a blusher, a smile-er and a laugher.
"Aren't you impressed? But no, my aunt moved to France and got really wrapped up in the culture- which rubbed off on me a little."
"How's that?"
"Well, until I was seven I wouldn't eat any bread besides croissants- I thought it was so cool."
I laughed. One of the qualities I always checked for in people was their ability to make a joke about themselves.
"This is our stop," I said, opening a door on the right. This time I made sure not to touch Selena.
When we entered the room, everything was in full swing. I didn't have a moment to think while I handed out Lego's, pouring juice, and generally doing whatever was necessary. I saw Selena pick up Henry, a particularly shy kid. He seemed to adore her. I smiled. Who wouldn't?
When our free period we spent with the kindergarteners was over, it was time to go home. Selena and I walked together to the parking lot. We reached her car first.
"Au revoir," I said, recalling our conversation about the French earlier.
"Adieu." Selena put a hand on my shoulder and leaned in. She placed a kiss on both of my cheeks. "Another thing I picked up from my aunt."
To say the least, I was a little more pleasurably shell-shocked than I probably should have been.
Selena had a cross between a smirk and a smile as she got in her car. Slightly shell-shocked, I backed up mindlessly so that I wouldn't be run over. When she was on the other side of the parking lot, I broke out into a smile.
Thank God for the French.