I didn't know what to say. I stumbled over words in my head as Edward, the strikingly handsome teen, stared into my darkened silver eyes.
"I…I… Salad?" I spoke, regretting the idiotic statement immediately.
"Yes, I see that." He laughed.
"Uh, what I meant was… I'm Eric. Eric Swan." I stated, hold out my hand.
He smiled, showing off his row of perfectly whitened teeth; sending out his hand to meet mine. His hand was freezing, as if he had just held a handful of ice cubes.
"Your hands, they are freezing." I said, surprised.
He jerked his hands away, shoving them both in his jean pockets.
"I just came from outside. I gotta go. Sorry." He said, rushing the words out as he walked swiftly in the opposite direction.
My next class was P.E., the class I was glooming about the whole day. I walked into the gym with about five minutes to spare. It seemed that about ten other kids were here, all heading towards the locker room to get changed for class. I received two taps of my left shoulder. I turned around to find a blonde guy with a "surfer" style look.
"Hey, you look lost." The guy laughed.
"Yeah, first day."
"Oh, well I'll introduce myself. I'm Mike." He held out his hand.
I shook his hand and led me to the locker room. The room smelled awful, of stale air mixed with B.O. Random guys ripped their shirts off, switching to the set they had brought along. Mike led me to the back where it was almost barren.
"So where did you move from?" He asked, as he slid his shirt off, exposing his athletic body.
"Uh…" I stuttered as I followed the shirt up, "I moved here from California."
"No way!" He gasped, "Totally jealous. They have great waves out there."
"Yeah. So I take it you surf?" I asked.
"Yeah, but can't really do too much here in Washington. Every year my parents and I go to Hawaii though."
We joked for awhile as we got changed, stopping when the second bell rang. Mike was cute, that was for sure. His blonde long, surfer hair swayed as we walked up the stairs to the gym. I turned around his head once and awhile, starting up a new random story. I couldn't really pay attention, my mind was on Edward.
Mike and I both walked onto the bright yellowish-orange gym hardwood floor in unison, examining what everyone was up to. It seemed they all were lining up to go outside.
Perfect…
Mike and I joined the line, right as the single file line began to run out onto the wet pavement.
"I want all of you to run fifteen laps! Pronto!" The gym teacher yelled, blowing his whistle in between every other word.
It was good news. I was a runner, this is what I do. I sprinted off onto the track, followed by Mike. I felt free when I ran. Whenever I would feel stressed, it would be force of habit… to run. I heard Mike behind me panting horribly, becoming further and further away. I picked up my pace, passing a few other students along the way.
My eyes wandered, looking in every which way. I trembled at the sight in the corner of my eyes. Edward sat in the bleachers, watching me as I ran. My heart sunk. Why was he watching me? I stopped running for a moment. I tried to gather thoughts in my head. In a quick flash, a student by the name of Jared ran into the back of my stationary body. We both fell to the ground; I saw in the corner of my eyes Edward standing up from his seat, with the look of fear in his eyes.
"Watch where you're standing, homo." He spoke in an angered tone, picking himself up.
"Excuse me?" I shouted back, "What do hateful slurs have to do with me standing still?"
"Shut up!" He blurted back, clutching his knuckles.
I clutched my knuckles as well. I don't know why I did though; I don't know what go into me. A whistle blew out behind me, growing nearer.
"You two!" The gym teacher screamed, "There will be no fighting in my class! Get back and get to the showers! You two are done!"
I was disappointed, to say the least. The only gym activity I was actually good at, it was cut short. As me and Jared walked back to the school building, I turned around; trying to find Edward in the bleachers. He was gone. As I turned back, two hands shoved me against the side of the school, sending me tumbling to the ground. Jared walked into the gym, smug and proud of what he did.
I felt disoriented for a second, hoping it would pass. I looked down at my shoes, and then slowly looked upwards. Edward stood directly in front of me, holding out a helping hand. I smiled as my heard began to flutter. His eyes were beautiful, as were his facial features. I grabbed his hand. He pulled me up with much grace and strength, as if it took no effort.
"Thank you." I said, embarrassed.
Edward nodded. I felt his icy cold hands again. I made me feel good again.
"I would like to take you somewhere." Edward said awkwardly.
"Where?" I asked.
"You'll see. Just meet me after school in front of the school, I'll be waiting."
Just like that Edward left. I am anticipating the moment I meet him again. I can't wait till school is over.
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