This is the story of how I met him; and how it ended. I don't really know why I decided to write this story down.
The living shouldn't dwell on the past after all. But, I feel this is a story that should be written down, read, and shared.
Well, here I am home alone, telling my story of how it all happened. It all started senior year.
I remember taking a seat in my 0 period and our teacher introduced herself. She said her name was Mrs. Greene.
And if I remember correctly she taught government and had a heavy British accent.
And I remember her introducing Isaac as a transfer student. Isaac Lahey.
I remember the first time I met him was in 9th grade. He had rectangular glasses that didn't fit him well.
To be honest it kept slipping from the bridge of his nose. And he had this habit of pushing his spectacles back to his nose bridge.
He seemed quite shy. He had golden curly long locks and azure eyes.
They seemed as if they could burn brightly through the darkest night.
But, for some reason he was always timid, like he was scared of something. I could never figure it out, until he told me.
We accidentally crashed into each other rounding a hallway corner afterschool.
Our books and papers flew everywhere and landed in a mess. And I thought I was unorganized.
He had different subjects and work in the wrong books. He had pencils to bookmark his pages. I shuddered just for a bit.
I'm a bit OCD about organization only when it's not me, of course. Yes, I can be a hypocrite. Everyone is. Sue me.
He gave a small smile, "Sorry about that." I nodded, "It's okay. I should be sorry too."
We picked up each other's things and handed them to each other.
And without another word we somehow became friends. I remember when we ate our lunches together and talked.
That was when I found out he played the same online game as me. He was also on the lacrosse team and liked BMX.
We ended up creating a guild together and then started raiding. What? We were dorky geeks. I'm sure you've had your stereotype.
Judge all you want.
We were best friends. Then, he disappeared without a word. For exactly 2 years.
And now he was returning to Beacon Hills High for one last year. As well as a few other students who disappeared around the same time Isaac did.
Suspicious? Very. I think their names were Erica Reyes, Boyd... something?
I heard a few of the students gossiping about new teachers that taught senior classes.
The three of them walked into the room without flinching. Everyone's eyes were on them.
They were each wearing a black leather jacket with a different style.
They appeared smug, arrogant, confident, and had badass grins.
It seems puberty graced Isaac well.
And then there was me.
Puberty just doesn't like Asian genes. Yep, that's my excuse. Sue me.
How many Asians are drop dead gorgeous at a young age? That's right. None.
He had that bad boy haircut, his long curly locks were combed to the side, his azure eyes gleamed ever so brightly, and everything about him screamed dangerous.
Stay away. Do not even bother. He is a badboy. He will do you no good.
Pffttt. I was way out of his league anyway.
Since I grew up in an Asian household, I tend to be seen as cold to others. If you are asian I think you know what I mean.
I watched him intently with my eyes, seeing if he notices me. And so he did. His smirk faded.
There seemed to be a so called 'softened expression' on his face and he just dumbly stared back.
Why now?
It was as though we were having an idiotic staring contest on the first day of school. The teacher cleared her voice. "Ahem. You may take any seat."
His companion, Erica, eyed him, and elbowed him in the ribs as she elegantly strutted to a seat.
It felt like all of the hormonal teenage boys were giving me the 'evil eye' as they noticed the 'smoking hot' Erica moving to the seat in front of me.
I merely gave her a glance and a small fake smile. She returned it in the corner of my eye as she sat down.
I directed my attention back to Mrs. Greene who was adjusting her long flowery dress in front of the class.
Isaac snapped out of his daze and glared at Erica who was innocently smiling at him.
I watched as Isaac strode across the class and taking the seat beside me.
He gave me what seemed to be an apologetic smile.
Boyd followed taking a seat in front of Isaac, next to Erica.
Mrs. Greene then welcomed us back, handed out our class schedules, and the class syllabus. Oh goody.
She began giving a lecture about setting an example then droned on about the future and college.
Some of the students put their heads down; some doodled, others texted.
I faced the window next to me and stared at the scenery outside. There wasn't much to see; only some trees and a parking lot.
It was better than staring at Isaac Lahey who was apparently watching me.
I felt his eyes on me. Whenever I turned in his direction, he looked away. It was impossible to catch him staring.
Or was I just paranoid?
Many people would give me long looks, and whisper to their hearts content behind my back. I can't hear them, but I ain't deaf.
I turned my head and looked at my schedule.
0 B225 AP Gov. Mrs. Greene
1 A226 Intro to Psychology Mr. Fenrir
2 B206 Honors English Mr. Grey
3 GYM/Field Tennis/Lacrosse Mr. Finstock
4 T45 Honors Math Anaylsis Mr. Lee
5 C29 Mythology Mrs. Stilinski
6 C27 Honors Physics Mr. Hale
I clasped an arm over my chest to squeeze my left shoulder and sighed. This is going to be one easy year.
Curious as I am. I turned my head slightly in Isaac's direction and scanned his schedule.
What? Can't blame me for being curious.
You have got to me fucking kidding me. I groaned in my head.
He had the exact same classes as me. Hopefully he won't be sitting next to me permanently for the rest for the school year.
A few moments later...
The bell rang. Students gathered their things and got up to head to their next class.
"Wait! My dears, I have an important announcement to make." Mrs. Greene announced in her thick British accent. Everyone halted in their tracks.
"I forgot to mention, the seats you chose today is permanent until the end of the school year.
After all, you decided where to sit, therefore deciding your fate for the rest of the year. That is all, dismissed."
Some students cheered, while others shrugged. Either way it was lose-lose situation for me.
I headed to my next class with Isaac following behind my trail.
Creepy? No. Stalking? Nah.
I walked into the Intro to Psychology class with Isaac hot on my trail.
I took a seat near the window as Isaac took a seat beside me. Again. Surprise!
There were only lab tables and high chairs. And so he literally sat beside me.
Without turning my head I eyed him, noticing he was a bit too close to me.
He was sniffing the air or more like my shoulder. I arched an expectant eyebrow and gave him a 'What do you think you're doing look?'
He glanced up, he looked guilty as he got caught. He craned his head away pretending to study the posters behind him. Smooth.
I then wondered if I smelled or something. I smelled my shoulder. Nope. Strange...
The teacher strode into the front of the room and introduced himself, "Good Mornin' kiddies. I'm Mr. Fenrir."
He had short light brown hair with the front spiked up.
He wore a simple white button up shirt with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a pair of faded jeans.
The class nodded. And the class went on as he talked about the brain and facts that no one knew about.
Isaac watched me as the creepy stalker he is slowly becoming. Or am I just paranoid? I wonder how he is going to pass his classes.
Did I mention Erica and Boyd took the seats in front of us?
Mr. Fenrir seemed kind and had a great sense of humor. He smiled a lot. My gaydar was telling me he swung for the other team. Oh, you know.
Then I found out that the seats we chose were permanent.
Why do teachers assume we are happy with choosing our own seats?
Whatever happened to the good old seating chart?
Time flew as the bell rang dismissing us for 2nd period.
I'm sure of it. This class is going to be one of my favorite classes.
Following the same agenda, Isaac followed me to 2nd period. God. Save me.
As I stepped into my second period class room, a very attractive looking man greeted me with a smile, "Good morning."
He had azure eyes exactly like Isaac. Except his hair was dark, shorter, and not long curly golden locks. I wonder if Isaac's hair was soft as it appeared.
Wait. Why did I just refer to Isaac? And did I just wonder about Isaacs hair? What is wrong with me?
With the thought of Isaac in my mind, I smiled and replied, "Morning."
I'm sure my smile looked like a grimace. Fail.
"Please, choose any seat." He said with an uttermost polite tone.
He wore a black button up shirt with a silk white tie and his sleeves were rolled up to the elbows. Exactly like Mr. Fenrir.
I furrowed my eyebrows. Please don't tell me the seats we choose become permanent...
"The seats are not permanent." He added. It was like he read my mind or something.
I could jump for joy but I think I'd rather do that in my head. Rather not make myself look like a fool.
I took a random seat. Isaac followed, sitting right beside me, as well as Erica and Boyd.
I would ask "Why the hell are you guys following me?" but then I would look paranoid.
The late bell rang. The cute/handsome teacher introduced himself as Mr. Grey.
The girls swooned to his charm and looks. It was like, how could you not like him?
He talked about what were going to read, write, and do this semester.
He explained how he wanted his essays handwritten as opposed to typed along with all the other "Englishy" nuisances for lack of a better word.
Mr. Grey took out his seating chart and told everyone to stand up. Finally, maybe I'd get a seat where Isaac wasn't next to me.
I spoke too soon. I was assigned a seat next to the window with Isaac next to me. Again.
Mr. Grey started a lecture about being prepared.
Isaac watched me the entire period. I may sound paranoid but he is watching.
And so far none of the teachers noticed or complained or even said a word about it. It was killing me. Figuratively speaking.
The bell rang for Nutrition.
I hurried to my locker. Conveniently, Isaac's new locker was right next to mine.
I ignored him as I dropped my backpack in my locker, grabbed my gym bag, and kept my schedule in my pocket.
The locker next to mine was owned by a girl named Saba. She was a popular cheerleader.
She was fairly friendly with everyone except for certain groups in school.
She died of a drug overdose. The last thing she ever said to me was "See you tomorrow." with one of her trademark smiles.
She was a kind warm-hearted girl. She and I had light conversations every weekday in the morning, afternoon, and after school.
I never took the time to get to know her. If only I knew. What going through that mind of hers.
People wear a mask every day before going into the public. We hide everything behind our masks.
It hides who we really are. Not letting anyone know the true them.
I sped through the halls avoiding the students slowly pacing among the halls.
I headed to the front of the S buildings and met my friends. Yes. I have friends. Save your crude remarks.
One of my friends, Sharon, tackled me into a bear hug. Yes, she is Asian.
"Hey Dude! Nice to see you again."
"Wait. What do you mean 'see you again?' We literally hung out the entire summer"
"I see you've got a stalker." as she eyed someone behind me.
"What? What are you talking about?" I asked as I turned around.
I didn't see anyone behind me actually.
"He was right there! I SWEAR! He looked like your friend from freshman year!" she exclaimed, pointing at the now empty direction.
I shook my head in disappointment, "Delusional much?"
Her eyebrows furrowed. Her mouth gaped open to argue, but then changed her mind and crossed her arms and pouted.
"Oh come on now, I was just joking. Sharon."
Her pouting dissolved and turned into a smile. "So you admit it? You do have a stalker!"
"I guess? I wouldn't call it stalking." I shrugged.
"That is so stalking." she pressed.
"It's just coincidental. I mean..." I started.
She closed her lips and stared at me with a raised eyebrow combined with a blank expression.
"Fine, it's stalking." I admitted, shaking my head with a sigh. "He sits right next to me in every class, I'm in so far. Did I mention I'm always sitting near the window? It's like the teachers know where I like to sit." I asked.
"Well, at least he's hot. And the window seat is just plain luck." She giggled.
"Hey! Not funny." I frowned.
"It so is."
"Whatever." I said in an annoyed tone.
"Hey! There he is again." She pointed him out.
I craned my head to where she was pointing. "Where? I don't see him."
"Wow. He just disappeared again. You are on a roll even on the first day. I'm jealous."
"Hey! This isn't to be something to be jealous about."
"Yes. It so is. You met him in freshman year. He disappears.
And now senior year you get a stalker who is your lost long crush of a best friend pops out of nowhere.
Now if you tell me you are not on a roll. I swear I will get on my knees and beg you to admit it."
I rolled my eyes and shook my head, "If you say so."
She squealed and clapped her hands together, "He's so cute. You guys would be the cutest couple."
I gave her an expectant look, "You think every couple is cute."
"Nu-uh."
"Uh-huh."
The bell rang for third period.
"We will continue this conversation later on." She huffed, "You better tell me more about your stalker, after school."
"I got a club meeting during lunch. You can come if you can make it." She added.
I nodded and walked towards the boys locker changing rooms. I spun in the combination, opened my gym bag, and started emptying my gym bag.
Just happens so Isaac was only a few lockers away. He was pulling off his shirt. I bet he planned this, to start changing when I'm around.
There was no denying it. He was facing me as he took off his shirt so it seemed like he was doing it on purpose.
He had the looks and body of Adonis. Scratch that. He was Adonis.
For fucks sake. How can you not blame me for staring? A half-naked guy right in front and facing you. How can you not stare?
Perfect skin. Perfect chiseled abs. Perfect muscular arms. Damn. Talk about perfection.
Gah. Why am I even checking him out? Turn away. No staring. It's rude. Stop it. But I can't... He's so perfect...
He caught me staring. He gave me one of his signature smirks. The nerve! I finally turn away, flustering. I hid my face behind my locker door.
He knows I was checking him out. Why didn't he beat me up? Why didn't he say a thing? Was it because he knew that I enjoyed it?
Fuck my life. Well, it ain't that bad. He'd probably tell the lacrosse team and then some of them will come and beat the crap out of me.
I'm sure he would enjoy that.
I sighed and checked if he was still there. He was just sitting on the bench tapping away on his phone. That answered my question.
I started changing for tennis. I didn't even notice he had stopped tapping on his smart phone.
Until I turned my head slightly and at the corner of my eye caught him watching me change.
I just pretended not to notice.
Feeling his eyes on me, I finished changing quickly, grabbed my racket, and busted out of the doors.
I headed towards the bleachers where Coach Finstock was, along with Mr. Argent who were co-coaches for lacrosse, and Mrs. Argent, she was the coach for tennis.
They introduced themselves and we headed off to our respective locations.
Lacrosse was on the field and Tennis was on the courts obviously.
Finally. A class where Isaac wasn't here watching me with his marine eyes. Wait. Why did I just think that?
Mrs. Argent was a scary looking beautiful woman with short red hair. She wore a simple top and gym shorts.
She smiled warmly to the team. She started pairing us off in pairs. A boy with a girl.
"You." She pointed at me. "With Erica."
Aw. Please don't be Erica. The Erica Reyes.
It was Erica Reyes. Jesus. Save me.
Luckily, we were playing one on one. "Ladies first." Coach Argent noted.
She served the ball perfectly with a loud smack.
All I saw was the blur of a neon green object landing into the court, and bouncing out.
I glared at her. I'm sure that wasn't physically humanely possible to serve a tennis ball like that.
She just looked at me innocently with a smug smirk on her face.
And I was sure I was going to wipe that smirk off her face. If she wants to play dirty. Bring it.
It was my turn to serve. 10 - 0.
I served the ball with a slight twist. It landed in her court.
As expected she was quick, right behind the ball, just as she was about it hit it, the ball span inwards, and off to an opposite direction.
I watched her as she fell with frustration and confusion. I'm sure I thought I heard her even growl. Or was that just me?
I felt a tug at the corner of my lips. I suppressed it and let the game continue.
10-10
15-10
15-15
30-15
30-30 - Deuce.
Adv.-30
30-30 - Deuce.
30-Adv.
30-30 - Deuce.
45 - 30
30 - 45
30 - Adv.
30 - Win.
I won. Wow. That took a while. Gah. Never again. I watched as she stomped her foot in anger for losing.
Erica has power and reflex, but I had the strategy and brains to keep on top of her.
Apparently according to Mrs. Argent we'd make a good team in pair-off tennis.
Mrs. Argent and the team were so oblivious to the inhuman strength Erica had.
It was right in front their eyes. Everyone just figured Erica was just super strong. Wrong. She was inhuman. I just didn't know what she was.
The bell to change rang. I slung my racket in the holder behind me and started heading to the lockers.
I felt someone tap my shoulder. I turned to find Erica behind me.
"Hey. Good game." she said casually as we continued walking towards the lockers.
I nodded, "Yeah, good game."
"You know, I've never lost to anyone in tennis before. Normally they can't even hit the ball. How did you manage?" she asked.
"Training. And lots of practice. No one human can hit a ball like that. Regardless of how much strength they had. How did you manage?" I replied curiously with a cold tone.
She was speechless momentarily. "Uh... Um..." She didn't know what to say. Her mouth was dumbly gaped open.
I shut her gaped mouth by the chin with a finger. And with an emotionless expression, I cooed, "Don't worry. Your secret's save with me."
With that I shook my head as I walked away, leaving her expressionless.
I stretched my arms and back. I stared to spin in the combination to my gym locker. Unlocked it with a click. And then I started changing.
Strange. Isaac wasn't there. I wonder why he's not here. He's going to be late for math. And the math teacher ain't laid back. Trust me.
Just as I closed my locker, I heard continuous chanting from outside. "Fight! Fight! Fight!"
I sighed. A fight? On the first day of school? Great.
When people are fighting, you don't shout 'fight' obnoxiously and repeatedly out loud.
People in pain shouldn't be entertaining to watch. Instead you should stop the fight if you know the person, if you don't just watch.
I jogged outside to find the source of the chanting. As I pushed my way through the crowd, I noticed a familiar hair color, and style.
It was Isaac. Why am I not surprised? He was fighting some other boy on the lacrosse team. They were going at each other.
Swinging and landing punches, kicks, and smacks. All the violent crap.
"HEY! YOU TWO! KNOCK IT OFF!" I watched as Mr. Argent commanded loudly. He pushed through the crowd and stopped them both.
Each with one hand on their collars.
At first I even thought I heard Isaac and the other boy growling at each other.
''You." Mr. Argent pointed to me, "Come with me. Take this one."
He shoved Isaac into me. With an annoyed sigh I wrapped arm around my shoulder and helped him to Mr. Argents office.
He was limping. His face was covered with a few bruises and I was sure his body was too.
I helped him into a chair. I leaned against a table near Mr. Argents desk.
"Uhm. May I go? Mr. Argent, sir?" I asked nicely.
"No. Stay here." he answered with bland tone.
Great. Now I was late for class and my math teacher doesn't take that well.
I've had him for 3 years in a row and this was my 4th year with him as my math teacher. He is so not going to be pleased.
Mr. Argent interrogated the two as I leaned into the desk waiting to be dismissed.
They explained the incident to Mr. Argent.
Basically, the two of them were friends and talking, the other boy insulted me horribly by calling me names and then Isaac asked him to repeat what he said.
And that's how the fight broke out. I don't think I have to give you the play by play do I?
Well. Got to love Mr. Argents intuition.
Why did Isaac stand up for me in the first place?