Jack looked up when he heard the familiar satiny voice soothing the pain in
his forehead. His gaze was met by silver eyes and long, black lashes.
"Jack, are you ok?" Eve said, her eyebrow raised but her face etched with concern.
"Um. . . sure, but yer just the person I wanted to see anyway, savvy?" Jack grinned, hoping to get a rise out of her.
She laughed and looked down, shying. She looked at her long hands, flexed the muscles and watched the rings and bracelets glitter in the window's light.
Watching her, Jack stepped closer and slipped his right hand under hers. With his left hand he pushed her chin up and looked into her eyes again. (Was it just him, or did they just get greener?)
Eve backed up and crossed her right arm over her chest, clutching to her other arm. "I was just. . . on my way out."
"And I'll be joining you."
Eve looked up. "You WANT to?"
"O'course, luv. Why not?" Jack said, shrugging.
***
Will looked out the classroom window, a beautiful view of. . . the parking lot. The tops of cars glistened in the light and even the grass seemed to shimmer today.
Damn sunny days. Never fit his mood. Then again, neither did calculus. So Will shifted his attention entirely to the outside world.
Which wasn't that hard. The teacher, Mr. Mortin, only ever wrote on the board, and Will even sat next to the window.
Slowly the outside world became boring. A biker passed on a shiny set of wheels, a chrysler, two volkswagons, a toyota truck and a ford drove by. A cat sat on the school sign.
Wait, a cat?
What the hell. Will ignored it and his eyes wandered. Nothing moving. Nothing interesting.
Suddenly the side doors opened and out stepped two black-clad figures, heading towards an equally black convertible. 'Is that. . . no! Eve and Jack. . . leaving together?"
Will stood up silently. Only the 2 people still awake noticed him, and he put his finger to his lips and tip-toed out. They shrugged and looked back to whatever off-topic thing they were doing.
Silently Will thanked god that the door was open. Immediately he went to his locker, threw some stuff in his locker, and left the school.
***
Slowly a young man with warm, green eyes walked through the parking lot at Port Royale High School. He shook his long, shaggy blue bangs out of his face, mumbling about wanting to redye.
His gray etnies sneakers clopped down the sidewalk as he headed toward the pastel-inflamed school. While rolling his eyes at the irony, he caught sight of two people moving through the parking lot swiftly, secretively. The boy smirked and followed them.
Taking a short cut, he reached the black convertible long before they did. Hoping it was their destination, he leaned against a neighboring car and waited.
It wasn't long before a black-clad, eye- liner wearing boy and girl came up. "Shouldn't you be in school?" the boy stepped out of the shadows.
The pair jumped. It was the boy, though, who first regained his character. "Shouldn't you, love? It's getting near fourth period. Wouldn't want to be late, would we, savvy?"
The boy smirked again. "I'm new, LOVE," he said, mocking Jack, "Savvy?"
"What's yer name then, LOVE?" The girl stood, watching with amusement as the boys bickered.
He shifted his attention from the boy to the girl. She solemnly tucked her braids behind her ears and looked up.
The boy gasped in shock. "Eve?"
"Jack, are you ok?" Eve said, her eyebrow raised but her face etched with concern.
"Um. . . sure, but yer just the person I wanted to see anyway, savvy?" Jack grinned, hoping to get a rise out of her.
She laughed and looked down, shying. She looked at her long hands, flexed the muscles and watched the rings and bracelets glitter in the window's light.
Watching her, Jack stepped closer and slipped his right hand under hers. With his left hand he pushed her chin up and looked into her eyes again. (Was it just him, or did they just get greener?)
Eve backed up and crossed her right arm over her chest, clutching to her other arm. "I was just. . . on my way out."
"And I'll be joining you."
Eve looked up. "You WANT to?"
"O'course, luv. Why not?" Jack said, shrugging.
***
Will looked out the classroom window, a beautiful view of. . . the parking lot. The tops of cars glistened in the light and even the grass seemed to shimmer today.
Damn sunny days. Never fit his mood. Then again, neither did calculus. So Will shifted his attention entirely to the outside world.
Which wasn't that hard. The teacher, Mr. Mortin, only ever wrote on the board, and Will even sat next to the window.
Slowly the outside world became boring. A biker passed on a shiny set of wheels, a chrysler, two volkswagons, a toyota truck and a ford drove by. A cat sat on the school sign.
Wait, a cat?
What the hell. Will ignored it and his eyes wandered. Nothing moving. Nothing interesting.
Suddenly the side doors opened and out stepped two black-clad figures, heading towards an equally black convertible. 'Is that. . . no! Eve and Jack. . . leaving together?"
Will stood up silently. Only the 2 people still awake noticed him, and he put his finger to his lips and tip-toed out. They shrugged and looked back to whatever off-topic thing they were doing.
Silently Will thanked god that the door was open. Immediately he went to his locker, threw some stuff in his locker, and left the school.
***
Slowly a young man with warm, green eyes walked through the parking lot at Port Royale High School. He shook his long, shaggy blue bangs out of his face, mumbling about wanting to redye.
His gray etnies sneakers clopped down the sidewalk as he headed toward the pastel-inflamed school. While rolling his eyes at the irony, he caught sight of two people moving through the parking lot swiftly, secretively. The boy smirked and followed them.
Taking a short cut, he reached the black convertible long before they did. Hoping it was their destination, he leaned against a neighboring car and waited.
It wasn't long before a black-clad, eye- liner wearing boy and girl came up. "Shouldn't you be in school?" the boy stepped out of the shadows.
The pair jumped. It was the boy, though, who first regained his character. "Shouldn't you, love? It's getting near fourth period. Wouldn't want to be late, would we, savvy?"
The boy smirked again. "I'm new, LOVE," he said, mocking Jack, "Savvy?"
"What's yer name then, LOVE?" The girl stood, watching with amusement as the boys bickered.
He shifted his attention from the boy to the girl. She solemnly tucked her braids behind her ears and looked up.
The boy gasped in shock. "Eve?"