IV. Leprechaun

Ah! Try as they will, and try as they might, who steals me gold won't live through the night." - Mark Jones

Oh my. Was I really buried in my thoughts deep enough to bump into a wall? I mean... bumping into a hot, male nerd, who'd have had his nose stuck in a book - that was one of the brighter options. He would eventually turn out into being a kind, sweet and smart person, and we would live happily ever after. But a wall? Really?! What was I supposed to do with a wall?

"Oh!" I huffed, my hand firing up to my forehead, where there would certainly appear a huge bruise from the impact sooner or later. Taking my time, I checked on the Chemistry textbook in my arms. It was still there, however, the pencilcase of mine fell down to the floor; all of the writing supplies started rolling across the floor naturally, to practically all directions. The whole incident left me praying for nobody's having spotted me.

Great. This goddammed day simply couldn't have been better. Wait, have I mentioned it started raining two seconds ago?

Suddenly, someone cleared his throat, towering over me, taking the most precious light of the shitty, cheap bulb away from me. How did I know it was him, not her? Well, there was a shadow of man's silhouette on the floor, spreading right in front of my eyes. For a woman, the silhoutte was too wide-shouldered, although he barely reached the height, which boys (or rather young men) of my age had the habit to grow into lately. I frowned and lifted my head to look up at the person. I was quite determined to send him to hell for stealing the only source of light from me, since it was obvious, that without the light, I was absolutely unable to pick all my pens, pencils and highlighters together.

"Will you be so kind and step away? I'd like to collect my writing stuff." I snapped out through gritted teeth, while lifting my chin to look up at the thief of the light. It was an asian boy, who couldn't have been older than me. He had a cinnamon-toned skin, black hair, dark brown eyes and - wait for the best - he wasn't ridiculously good looking. Really. It was a pleasant change to see someone, who suffered from acne even more than I did. That alone should have made me like him, yet, I was far too upset about the blonde bitch from Chemistry to act polite right then.

"Sure... uhm... hey," the boy blurted out nervously. "I'm Eric Yorkie, and you must be the new Irish chick."

"At first, never call me chickever again. Second, even if I was, it would depend on what you want." My pencils were back in the case, for that, there was no reason for me to dwell in the corridor any longer. The other pre-planned destination of mine was the gym (where I was going to have a PE lesson) about which I had no idea where it was. Damn, I didn't like this Eric guy, I couldn't ask him for help.

"Whoa! Grumpy Irish girl actually got a sense of humor!" He poked me into the shoulder, while I tried to kill him with one of my most murderous glares. "Alright, that was across the line. I get it and am sorry about it. I-I was just wondering if... perhaps, you could answer me a few questions? About Ireland, I mean. And a few about you as well. I'm writing into the school newspaper and so there... it occured to me as a good idea. So..."

I grimaced acidly, about to send him to hell (this time for real), when a realization hit me. He wanted answers, I wanted to find the gym. Good opportunity to do him a favor, get what I wanted and in the same time, not to owe him anything.
"I will do it."

"You... pardon, you will?" He asked in disbelief, obviously not being prepared to get a positive reply. I could have pictured that majority of new people kept rejecting him. "That's great! What about my picking you up on Saturday, at eight? Just leave me your address and-"

"No way!" I snapped at him, making my way past his tall, yet skinny figure. "You'll show me way to the gym, I'll answer your questions - wherever I want, whenever I want. That's where our relations end - take it or leave it."

"Alright, your way is perfectly fine with me as well," the smile he gave me then, was immense. It was more than obvious that he wasn't even slightly embarassed about his sneaky, impolite suggestion. Eric - or what was his name - apparently fancied using the mathod of trial and error with every girl (if I was right in this one,God stand by him).
"So... did you have a boyfriend back in Ire-"

"No questions," I countered stubbornly.

Eric threw his hands up in defence. "Oh come on! You've just agreed to answer them!"

"This isn't the right time nor the right topic. If you need to socialize, talk about weather," hissing angrily, I prepared myself for snapping at Eric to forget about the interview (or whatever), that I'd find the gym by myself. In an instant nevertheless, something weird happened. To my mood, to be completely honest; once again - I had to admit things of the kind were tending to scare me.

Suddenly, I felt completely well - both in mind and physically. All the rage somehow passed away, and I could no longer bring myself to be angry. It was very confusing, trust me. In one moment, I felt as if I'd jump out of my skin, while in the next second, everything was so fuck'npeaceful.
I knew I should have felt terrified about it, but I simply wasn't ableto manage that. Not that I didn't want to - I was just unable to bring the damned center of emotion in my brain to become freaking alarmed about what was happening in here.

God, was I losing controll over my own brain?!

"Hold on," I called out to no one in particular; Eric, unfortunately, decided to stop walking, turn around and grace me with a what-the-hell-is-going-onsort of glare. I was going to roll my eyes, when I spotted it. Or should I rather say him?

It was a young man, who might have been as old as I was, perhaps slightly younger. He was leaning against a wall, not far away from us, watching me (or Eric) with a slight hint of amusement, according to the corners of his narrow, pink lips having been turned up slightly. I couldn't be sure about his humor however, since I was standing too far to get a glimpse of his eyes. I'd bet they contained the so called "spark of entertainment" though.

The point is, that he was far too handsome for my liking. Don't get me wrong - I did like how he looked, too much even; goodness, I wasn't a piece of stone! Of course that the combination of his slightly longer, blonde hair, angelic face and fit body turned me on.

"Are you alright, Leprechaun?" Luckily, there was still Eric standing next to me, distracting my thoughts rather effectively, by calling me... well, you know.

"Leprechaun?! Really?" I hadn't really gotten my eyes out of the hot guy across from us. Why would I? The view was beautiful and he couldn't have heard me, for standing far, anyways. "Do you even know what that means?"

"I have no idea, but it's Irish, isn't it?" Eric rubbed the back of his neck uneasily, shrugging his shoulders.

I sighed deeply. "Yeah... you know what? I wish you would leave me right here, get lost, disappear from my sight for the rest of the school year, or run away any time you'll se me. Choose one of those and I may start to like you."

Eric was hesitant for a moment, then he laughed shortly. "Ha! You don't really... mean that one, right?"

It took me all I had to take my eyes away from the sex idol at the wall, and force myself into creating a fake smile. My god, if only this git hadn't seen my bumping into that stupid wall! My life would have been so much easier by now! "Of course not! It was just a joke!" I wrinkled my nose, slapping him on a shoulder playfully. "The goddamned wall is my witness."

"Eh... what wall?" The Asian boy asked, confused.

"The one I bumped into, obviously."

"Y-you bumped into a... a wall?!" He forced out among waves of laughter. "Oh Gosh, that's funny!"

All right. He had been there, when the most embarrassing thing in my high school life happened. And although I really didn't like this Eric guy, I didn't think he was thatstupid...

"Yes, I did and you saw it!" I snapped at him. "You know, when I dropped the pencilcase... and you took the light away from me."

"Uhm, sure... what drugs are you using, Irish? 'CauseI'm pretty sure there was no wall when I saw you for the first time," he said, "You bumped into a guy - Cullen,or the other weirdo who hangs with them, I guess."

Well, it was the right time for me to start suspecting, that not everything might eventually be all right.