Chapter 9
Gerard
It was easy to find myself wondering through various thoughts as Story continued to chat with Martin before class even started. She sat contentedly by my side while Martin scurried around the room, handing me a sketch book and pencils. They talked about previous projects and laughed at some of the idiotic things students had said in previous classes. I could see how much happier Story was as she consumed herself into this environment. It was a wonderful place, really. Everything was so un-organized but it all fit. The place seemed to have personality.
And Story fit perfectly into the picture. I couldn't imagine her looking much happier anywhere else but here. She leaned into the table attentively and smiled constantly. She seemed so grounded. So pleased. I really didn't notice that I was staring at her until I noticed her look at me a few times. Each time we made eye contact; she would blush and look away. It was adorable. I was looking at her eyes for the most part. They were a little bit of everything. Brown, then green, then blue around the pupil with specks of brown and gold everywhere. I was beginning to lose myself. There was the hum of a bell in the distance and students slowly started filtering into the classroom, bringing me back to reality.
Story's eyes flicked to mine again. She looked confused, like she was trying to piece something together. And I had hoped that she never would.
