The back of his head. That's all I really saw of him before last night. But how could I see his face and stare into his eyes, when the only time I ever saw him was when I sat behind him in Chemistry. Other than that 45 minutes, I never saw him, because after that he disapeared. He disapeared with them, his friends and ignored me, not that I really expected him to talk to me. We were two totally different people.
You see, Roger Davis was rebelious. He'd play pranks on teachers and other students. His little jokes got him in trouble a lot. Detention was practically his home away from home. ...Thats one of the things that attracted me to him...
And all his pranks and jokes made students laugh and think he was funny, too, which got him tons of friends. I'm sure he was the one of the most popular people at Parker High. Oh, and the girls. The girls were all over him. They found his attitude and long dirty blonde hair adorable. And that's another reason why I was so suprised about what happened last night.
Maybe I should start from the begining. Wendsday, April 5, was when it all started, in Chemistry, of course. Well, it was one of those noramal days. Boring old Mark Cohen sitting behind well known Roger Davis. Chemistry was especially boring that day though. I found myself staring at Roger, from behind, of course. His hair was the most perfect shade of blonde I'd ever seen. Golden, but not too dark, and when the sun shined, it sparkled.
But his hair wasn't the only thing I noticed. For the first time he wore a necklace. It was made of balls about the size of a marbles, metal ones. I asume he was just as bored as me because he took his necklace off and started to play with it with his fingers, twirling it around and around.
Suddenly the bell rang, but I was still staring at him, and his necklace. I wanted to speak to him, but I didn't know what to say. "I like your necklace." I blurted out. Did I just say that? No...I didn't. If he doesn't answer that must mean I didn't really say anything. Ohhhh please don't let him answer me.
At that moment he turned around and I saw him. I saw something that I wanted to see since the begining of the year...his face. "Oh, thanks. They're my ballz." He said.
Damn it! I did say it...now what do I say? I can't just ignore him.
"B-b-balls?" I questioned. I didn't know what to say so i stuttered the first thing that came to my mind.
We both stood up and grabbed our books.
His light red lips moved has he spoke. Oh, how I longed to touch them. "No, no, no. Not ballsssss," Roger accented his "S". "Ballzzz, with a 'Z'."
I couldn't help but laugh and repeat "Ballz. I see."
He looked around as if he was making sure no one saw him with me. I stared at the floor...ashamed. "I'm sorry," I sighed.
Then he looked into my eyes. For the first time ever I stared into those green eyes. They were piercing and kept me locked. No matter how I tried to look away and no matter how akward I felt, I couldn't move. I was frozen in that spot for what seemed like forever. Then he spoke. "What are you sorry for?"
Honesty just poured out of my mouth before I could stop it. "For talking to you...Roger Davis. The king of Parker High, the man with all the girls, and the man with the best life ever. "
He shook his head and squinted his beautiful eyes as his face tensed. "Fuck you Mark..."
My eyes opened. What? Did I say something? But before I could try to straighten up and figure out what I had done, Roger rushed out of the room.
Damn it!
I went through the whole day wondering what I had done, how I had messed up. All I could do was beat myself up. My one chance to talk to Roger, and I messed it all up. Ugh! I found myself not even being able to concentrate on school work. Roger filled my mind.
Finally the final bell rang. Maybe getting away from the school would get Roger off my mind. Wrapping my scarf around my neck, I walked tward my bike, but when I looked over tward the bike rack, I saw him. Roger was standy, resting his arm right on my bike. What should I do? I don't wanna go over there and make a fool of myself...again. But I had no choice. I wasn't about to leave my bike there and walk all the way home. Not in New York in the winter. Too cold.
So I got my confidence up. I'm just gonna go over there, get on my bike, and leave. No talking. And that's exactly what I tried to do, but it didn't really work out the way I planned.
"Mark..." Roger said when I reached to pull my bike out from under his arm praying that he wouldn't notice and/or talk to me. I guess my try wasn't good enough. "I'm sorry about earlier."
Why is he sorry? I'm the one that made him so angry. "Noo! No! No!" I blurted trying to stop him. I didn't want him to apologize. "I'm sorry. I don't know what I did or even why you got angry but I'm sorry. Please don't be angry. Please! Please! Please! I mean, I supose I shouldn't have talked to you in the first place 'cause I'm not well...I'm not as good looking and popular as you and I know-" At that moment Roger put his hand over my mouth to stop my rambling. I didn't know what I was saying. All I knew was that I really didn't want him to be mad at me anymore."
"Mark! Stop. Let me talk okay?" He chuckled as a light-hearted smile formed. I just nodded as he took his hand from my mouth, hoping he would speak more. His voice was soft as velvet and I longed to here it. "I'm sorry, okay? I was just having a bad day. I really didn't mean to be so rude."
I shook my head. "No, no, no. You were not rude one bit, Roger." Wow, I'm talking to him and this time, I didn't screw it up.
As I realized, what I was doing, I filled with butterflies from my head to my toes. My whole body trembled. Thousands of butterflies flapped in my stomach non stop, the whole time we talked.
"Stop Mark. Can't you just let me apoligize. Geez."
I just shook my head. Once again he had me trapped in his stare. I didn't even notice the cold. I was too busy day dreaming in his eyes.
"Uh-uh-uh I got to go. Bye." The Roger turned around as fast as he could and walked away. And once again, all I could do was stare at the back of his head...
Post::: okay excuse spelling mistakes, obviously i'm not the best and grammer, im not too good at that either. I love reviews though. And I know this is my 3rd Mark/Roger fic. but I just love them as a couple okay...but i think this is a lot better than the first one even tho it kinda ish has the same story line...kinda...but i'm gonna be more creative and hopefully update this one more...and have it be more interesting and drawn out more; not jump to the story right away, so please, REVIEWS!