Chapter 2
I ran to art call in such a hurry to talk to the girls that it didn't faze me eyes were staring at me like I was running from a fire. Normally I would be walking quietly with my hood up and head phones in my ears listening to anything and everything on my Ipod but things changed today. I opened the door breathing heavily to myself as I saw all the girls look up at me in our normal spot.
Tori looked at me with curious eyes not know what I could have been threw that would make me run to class. "Hey, what's up? You look like you were running for your life."
I took a deep breath in and sat down before I started to tell them the story. As I made sure to tell the whole story leaving nothing out only stopping long enough to caught a breath and tell them the rest of the story. They all listened intensely as if I had memorized them. Finally I finished tell them everything up to where I ran to tell them what happened and they all seemed in shock not sure what to say.
Volleys tilted her head to the side lightly and look at me funny and spoke with to much confusion, making her blonde out do her "That's all you said? What's wrong with you?" I shock my head and raised my hand to smack her in the head but Tori was already holding my wrist to stop me knowing that Volleys didn't know better. I sighed giving up as Tori let my wrist fall. Volleys just smiles sheepishly at us.
"So now that we have gotten one of the new boys."
"You mean Owen." I corrected Tori sharply not meaning to.
"Yes Owen, now all we have to do is hook you two up." She smiled way to happily for my taste. My stomach started to hurt at the idea of trying to have another conversation with him.
"Are you sure that's a good idea Tori? I might destroy everything and make them run for there life with my luck." I bit my lip at that thought making my face turn whiter than normal feeling sick of the idea. Kitty hugged me to get my mind off it for a second and it helped a little but not much. I let go of her than grabbed my art supplies out of my bag and the girls did the same as they could see I couldn't take much more.
I started sketching out Owens face not leaving out any detail. Though I'm sure my drawing couldn't come close to the gorgeousness the guy gave off but I tried. I traced over his face making the lines bold and defined. I was so in tuned on my art work I hadn't realized that class was over five minutes ago. Tori finally shock my shoulder trying to snap me out of my thoughts.
"huh what?" I looked at her not sure if she had ask me a question.
Tori looked at me slightly concerned but let it go knowing it wasn't worth fight it out of me. "Lunch time."
"O right, sorry." I threw my stuff back in my bag making sure not to ruin the drawing though. And stood up walking to the lunch room with the girls.
When we sat down at are table all the girls pulled out there lunches but me. My stomach was way to upset to eat anything. All the girls stared at me in disapprove of me not eating, but before they could say anything there eyes finally looked at what I was staring at. Owen stood behind them smiling and said in a musical voice, "mind if I sit here?" he was pointing to the seat empty next to me. I shock my head no slightly confused. He sat down still smiling. Than took the liberty to inturdce himself to my friends, "Hello I'm Owen and you four are?"
Volleys was the first to smile saying her name putting her hands into a peace sign when she said it. Than Jessie took the liberty to answer for everyone else. "This is kitty." Kitty smiled warmly but not saying anything, "this is Tori." she gave him a light wave, "and I'm Jessie" Jessie smiled and so did Owen. Than he looked back at me waiting for me to say something. Though the minute he looked at me I couldn't think anymore. Its like he whipped my mind clean. I felt so stupid just staring at him. He looked down at the emptiness in front of me and looked more concerned than he should of.
"Aren't you going to eat?" his question didn't sound much like a question but like a statement in a way and I couldn't figure out why I didn't like the way he said it.
"I'm not really.." I paused searching for the words, "hungry." I bit my lip looking away trying to think straight. My friends just watched as I made a fool of myself, but Tori was quick to realize I was getting myself in a pit and tried to save me.
"So what is your next class Owen?" she smiled a little more friendly than what she did when it came to new people.
"Next class is sociology." he looked at me as my face turned white as I listened to him. "is something wrong?" He seemed so concerned I almost forgot what he had said.
"Her next class is sociology!" Volleys spurted out of no where joyfully. I looked at her in shock and tried to even my breathing. That would be the third class Owen and I have together. And my mind already put together that the only place in class to sit was next to me. I tried to focus on the apple in Kitties hand counting to ten slowly.
"Are you ok?" Owens words snapped me out of my counting faster than it should of.
"Ya I'm fine. Sorry. Just thinking." The words came out of my mouth so fast I didn't realize I had said anything. The bell rang for us to go to fourth and I stood gathering my stuff.
Owen smiled at me already standing. "shall we?" he held out his hand and I wasn't sure if he wanted me to grab it. Before I had a choice he grabbed my hand and held it having me follow him instead. I followed slightly unwilling and saw Tori whisper, "tell me everything in PE." I nodded slightly and saw them disappear out of site.
Everyone seemed to be staring at us. Owen dragging me along with him as he glide and me stumbling ever so gracefully behind him. I thought it would only be a matter of time before I fell on my face but Owen seemed to keep me stead enough. We reached class with more time than I wanted to spend waiting for the bell. That left five minutes of the seven minutes I had to try and have a conversation with Owen without my friends there to back me up. I started to feel sick again at the thought of it, to my surprise Owen noticed and looked at me concerned.
"You don't look to good. You should have eaten lunch it might of have helped. Do you need anything?" Owen placed his hand lightly on my shoulder to get my attention, though that wasn't hard to have when he seemed to have 99.9 percent of it.
I sighed and tried to fix my face so I appeared calm. "Yes, I'm fine." my voice sounded so drained and numb I wasn't sure it was mine. "Lunch isn't my problem." I said to him soundly a little rude for my taste.
"Than what is your problem?" Owens words were sharp and straight forward. He made it sound like he didn't want to hear any shit. Just the truth and not to hold off on it. "so?" Owen started to sounds impatient of my silenceness.
I bit my lip trying to think of how to talk with out being rude in any way, "look nothing is wrong. I just am distracted and have a lot on my mind. Ok?" Before he could answer I looked away pulling out my black spiral note book and started to write. Owen seemed more annoyed than I thought he would of got. As our teacher called our class to order I noticed that Owen was still glaring at me. It gave me chills the way he looked. I thought he was going to grab a knife out of know where and just make it the end of me right now. But instead he sat there glaring rolling his eyes and huffing. It didn't make since but I tried to focus anyways.
No matter how much I tried to focus on what are teacher was talking about my mind couldn't keep Owen out of it. I tried to still my body by staring at one thing but I keep shaking like a scared mouse with a hawk looking at it. But the strange thing is that, he was like a hawk and I was like the mouse. The difference was that no matter how much I wanted to run away and never look back I want to stay ten times more. Everything about him keep me wanting more. His ice blue eyes and his black bangs that swepted off his faced keeping me wondering what his secret was. There had to be a secret. I wasn't sure what but I had this guts that this was going to be and interesting relationship. Now whether it was going to be in a good way or bad, that I couldn't determine.
Class ended with a five page essay due tomorrow. The moans of my classmates covered the room. I was more worried about getting one page rather than trying to get five. I knew there was no way I could focus tonight with all the…excitement. Ok I guess that would have to explain today though I don't think that even compared today. I don't think there was one word more like several. I threw my stuff in my back not letting the essay get to me. Than looked at Owen to find him STILL glaring at me.
All it took was that to make me blow up. "what the hell is your problem?" Even though I was whispering to make sure the teacher wasn't watching I made sure to sound really angry which wasn't hard. It was more hard not yelling. Owens looked a little shocked than rolled his eyes.
"I don't have a clue to what you are talking about. I don't have a problem. You do, remember?" His voice was icy and harsh. And that only made me that much more mad. By this time I knew I had to be out of a teachers ears. And thank goodness the bell rang. I grabbed Owen and pulled him out with me. He looked pleased to my surprise which just pissed me off more. Soon enough we were out in the trees that was by the football field. It was forbidden to be here on school hours but at this point I didn't care.
"Look what the hell is your problem? Your freaken glaring at me the whole entire time in class. What the hell did I do to you!? I'll tell you what I did. NOTHING! Absolutely nothing!" I took a deep breath trying to caught my breath and Owen was sure to take advantage of that silence.
"I wasn't glaring at you. Yes I was angry with you. You have been so rude to me since we met. I have done NOTHING to you." He wasn't yelling at me but was sure making a point. I started to feel bad. Which was normal. I could never stay mad at someone, no matter what they did. By the time I was ready to talk I was totally calmed down and feeling horrible.
"I'm sorry." I took a breath trying to calm my shaky voice, before finishing and Owen stayed quiet waiting. "I didn't mean to be rude. I just cant seem to have a conversation with you." I looked away to make sure I didn't see his reaction before I continued. "See I want to talk to you. But for some reason I just cant. Its like you mute me. Every time I think I can speak I look at you and its like you whip my mind clean and I forget what I was going to say. As for this morning you cant blame me. Our teacher interrupted us." Owens head nodded slightly in agreement but said nothing. "So I'm sorry. I'll try harder" I looked back up at him to find his face slightly confused.
"Ok now you are confusing me." He smiled slightly enough to make me blush bright red. I wasn't sure what he was confused about, but for some reason all the stuff that had happened didn't matter anymore. Owen looked down at me his eyes soft and warm. He lifted his hand sweeping my black hair off my face and out of my hair that had fallen out of my pony tail. I felt my heart speed up and my breath cut off as I got nervous for what might happen.
"We should go." Owen said softly whispering and I finally realized we were still in school and I had to get to P.E. I was so late. Instead of turning to go to class I stood there staring at him not wanting to leave. Owen just smiled getting the hit fast. "Want to cut last period? We can go talk."
I bit my lip nervous but nodded my head wanting to talk to him more. I figured I would call the girls when I got home and let them know I was still alive. Owen slid his hand in mine and entwined his fingers in mine and lead the way.
