The hallway was buzzing with life, as usual. I hobbled towards my locker with my crutches, groaning in frustration each time I nearly lose my balance. My left leg ached, reminding me that the pain from the accident during hockey practice had yet to fade. My checkered backpack swinged from side to side as I moved, the weight of my books causing me to lose my footing much too often.
A flash of brown passed my sight as I lose my balance, again. This time, before I could regain my composure, my legs gave away and I fell to the floor. Much to my relief, I felt a pair of hands grip my waist and hoist me up just as I braced for impact. My savior held me up and I finally tilted my head to see his face. A shining pair of hazel orbs were staring intently at me, his brown hair neatly combed while a pair of lips were moving slowly. I scrunched up my face as I tried to focus on what the brunette was saying.
"Hey, hey! Are you okay?" The brunette was literally screaming into my face, causing me to wince at the loudness of his voice. He must have realised because the expression on his face suddenly softened before he continued, in a more softer tone. "Sorry, you okay?
I nodded, smiling weakly. "Y-Yeah, sorry about that. I guess it takes a while to get used to these." I glared at my new grey crutches; the reason for my clumsiness. I shook off the blush that was threatening to break out on my cheeks. I settled my weight on my right foot and set my hand out. "I'm Kendall."
"James." His voice was.. Calming. Like the sounds you hear when you're by the beach. His hand wrapped around mine, giving it a shake. His body temperature was different as well. He seemed colder than I was. Yet, something about him made me intrigued.
The brunette released his grip and shuffled his feet, a death hold on the strap of his black sling bag while looking at the floor. "So, um, I haven't seen you around before. You new here?" I asked, giving James a look over. He was wearing a neon green Superman t-shirt with a pair of dark blue skinny jeans that seemed to hug every muscle on his toned legs. He had on a pair of green Converse, somewhat similar to the blue Converse on my feet. He has looks to die for too, I thought, mentally drooling at his perfect face. Damn, this kid could drive me crazy with his good looks.
James nodded. "Yeah, transferred here two weeks ago. I've never seen you before, too."
I shrugged nonchalantly, trying to act cool for the pretty boy. "I had to take a break at home, thanks to some accident in the ice rink during hockey a few weeks ago."
"Explains the crutches. So," James said as the two of us walked next to one another. I needed to grab some books from my locker and I could only guess that he had to do the same. "What happened?"
Just then, the first bell rang. "Well, I think I'll leave that question hanging for a bit. See you around, eh James?" I grinned as I hobbled away towards my locker. I turned around to wave at the new boy but, much to my surprise, he disappeared. I ignored it, swiftly turning the knob on my lock and quickly switched the books in my bag with the ones in my locker. I slammed it shut, instantly registering the lack of movement.
Sighing, I tried my best to speed up, which was nearly impossible what with my bouncing around. I was more than thankful that I had Chemistry for first period. Ms Wainwright was far more understanding than my music teacher, Mr Rocque. As I waddled in like a lost duck, Ms Wainwright smiled and ushered me to my seat before starting her lesson.
I was seated next to the window, which faced the school field. I turned my head away to face the sun, basking in its warmth and wondering exactly why was James's face still lingering in my mind. I mean, I'm straight. I think.
