Dreaming with an Open Mind Chapter 1:
Ugh why can't this class just end already…
Finally the bell sounded and signaled the end of Mr. Keg's fifty minute lecture on Rome. I dashed out of that class room, quick as possible. No, I'm not eager to learn about Oxidation-reduction in science but rather to find out who my new science partner might be. Most people hope for the hard working future scientists, or their friends but I hoped for Jared Fernandez *internal sigh*
Jared Fernandez, five feet eleven inches of lean muscles, black shaggy hair that always seemed to cover those playful milk chocolate brown eyes. An amazing sense of humor to make any room brighter, and of course does this heart- stirring miracle of a man knows who I am? Surprisingly no, he doesn't even though we been partnered up numerous of time by our English teachers' son deciding that we always wear colors that clash against each other therefore partnering us up. But those sweet, sweet moments are always ruined when he decides to run off leaving me to do the whole assignment by myself.
Still clouded by my sad memories, they quickly faded away when I saw my friends torturing each other with markers; to say we have an obsession with these things would be an understatement. I speedily ran up to them and grabbed a teal marker.
After maybe 6 minutes, I ended up with "Cheeky" on my face, my friend Tyler ended up with a rainbow of mustaches and a purple unibrow. Courtney looked like a 3 year olds coloring book and Angila…was spotless?
Our teacher stepped in a room full of chaos and screeched "Attention!" With that one simple word the classroom magically became a place of nirvana *heh heh*. She quickly bellowed out that we shouldn't be sitting but rather standing in the back of the classroom waiting for our dreams or nightmares to come true. I couldn't stop bouncing up and down waiting for my name to be called. "Courtney Rivera and Brandon Martin, table 4" Eh poor Courtney, paired up with the hard headed jock, who probably couldn't remember his own name or the girls he sleeps with. Only the different sports team, their star players, how many-
"Kim Harris and Jared Fernandez, table 11"
My gosh, someone, somewhere must love me enough to make this happen. As I made my to our table, I couldn't help but notice Angila's playful smirk aimed towards me. She and only two other close friends knew about my attraction to perfection.
When I got to my new table, I found an assignment instructing us to sit down and actually get to know each other, ha! Like Jared actually has the attention span to sit down somewhere his friends aren't. I sat there watching him and his friends in playful banter for a solid 15 minutes, worried about whether or not we'll have to time to finish the front and back worksheet. finally told the obnoxious football players to sit down and get to their partners. When Jared sat down the first thing he said with an adorable grin was "Hey, I'm Jared Fernandeeezzzz"
I naturally bit my lip and clumsy replied "Um I'm uh Kim Harris."
"Nice," he responded in such a collected manner that only he could achieve "lets get going girl."
It took me a minute to stop staring at his eyes and back onto the paper…I had to hold back a sigh "Ok favorite type of music?"
"Uhh rap, R&B, heavy metal, you?" he answered without looking up from the graffiti drawing he made on his worn out folder.
"Everything but country. So favorite book?" Like he actually reads something unless he has to…
He let out a sarcastic snort before saying "I have life, I don't read." I remain correct…
"Yeah, I know right" I warily agreed before practically filling up my paper with all my beloved titles.
"Um..." I nervously continued "favorite animal and why?"
"Don't have one, don't really care"
Wow…um that's a different answer "Okaayyy, I like dolp-"
"Why do you have 'cheeky' on your face" he childishly interrupted me.
Aw he was looking at my face "My friends d-did that to me, y-you know" I responded trying to be cool like him.
"Weird..." he muttered silently
The next 20 minutes or so were similar to that- me asking questions, his dreamy voice answering without interest. A majority of the class finished a little before we were. The confident side of me decided to try and start a friendly conversation with him, but before I was even done writing the last sentence, he got up and walked to his group of popular friends without a word. Not a second later you could hear his radiant laugh.
When the bell rang ending this abnormal but oddly interesting period, I stood up and waved by to Jared...but he just plainly ignored me and continued laughing with his friends. I headed off to lunch in a sorrowful mood.