And we know it's never simple,
Never easy.
Never a clean break, no one here to save me
-Breathe, Taylor Swift
Honestly, I think it was her lips; they were full and a deep shade of red. Or maybe it was her eyes, a golden honey color that seemed to sparkle even under the florescent lighting. I just couldn't help but stare at her; she looked so removed from the world, the way her hair fell in front of her face, shielding it like a curtain as she intently stared at the pages of her book. I became fixated with her in a matter of seconds.
When the teacher walked in she folded the top corner of her page and set down the visibly worn down book. I was then able to read the title, The Catcher in the Rye. I should've known then I was screwed.
"Welcome back to school everyone!" Mr. Myner said in an irritatingly peppy voice. Clearly no one was excited for school to be back in session so there was no point in trying to 'add excitement to everyone's first day back', it was a lost cause. "Let's start our first class back with something light, I'm going to partner you up and I want you to write about your partner judging them and guessing their interest and how they would act based off their appearance" the English teacher said while managing to ignore all the groans and mutters of his disappointed students, his mega-watt smile so bright it was almost blinding.
"I'm going to partner you with someone you don't know, so, if you know your partner then tell me immediately. Dylan, you partner with Danny. Layne and Kemp can be partners. Derrick you and Massie" he said while pointing towards the magnificent brown haired girl with the amber eyes.
She promptly threw her belongings in her tribal print book bag, including her copy of the Catcher in the Rye, and sat down next to Derrick. Saying nothing, she pulled out her notebook and began scribbling words on a blank sheet of paper. The way she so full-heartedly focused on the assignment intrigued me, mainly it was the look of dedication that transfixed upon her flawless face. She looked up at me, catching me staring, and smirked. I instantly looked away, feeling like an idiot for so blatantly staring at her. How was I supposed to judge this mysterious girl who owned my attention in a matter of minutes, or really, for an English assignment?
"Done." She stated, her voice ringing in my ears as I frantically tried to memorize the exact sound of the voice I had so desperately wanted to hear.
"Uhh" I said while looking down at my blank page.
"I'll go first" She said, "Let's see, you're wearing a Briarwood soccer t-shirt, so you're obviously an athlete. From what I have gathered the athletes, particularly the varsity soccer boys, seem to rule the school, so you must be popular and the group of boys who were surrounding you before class started, the ones hanging off your every word, their your posse. Judging from the lovesick stares that you receive from almost every girl, I'll say you're a heartthrob, probably the town's star athlete golden boy. Oh, and your girlfriend? She's equally popular, probably beautiful and flawless, worshiped by every girl in the school. And no offense, but you don't seem like the brightest of them all." She finished, leaning back into her chair.
"So how spot on was I?" she inquired.
"I don't have a girlfriend."