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My eyes were met with a friendly grin. I looked up and found a pair of dark green eyes beneath a short mop of blonde hair. He looked about my age, seventeen and a half that is.
"Hey," it came out breathless.
He stuck out his hand, "Hey, I'm Lee."
I took his hand, it was warm and strong, although the contact was brief.
He gestured behind himself, sticking his thumb out of his fist without looking, his eyes gazing at me, "I live across the street. And, well," he smiled, "this town is pretty dang small. So I noticed you're new."
"Yeah, "I looked down, blushing with the pleasure at having been noticed, "I'm Lily."
"Lily," he repeated, "It's good to meet you. Will you be starting school next week?"
"Mmm-hmm, Senior year," I was still smiling softly.
"Hey, me too!" his grin widened again.
A larger smile flashed across my face, "Maybe we'll have some classes together."
"I hope so," his smile had gained a shy quality, his answer started another blush.
I noticed the sun was nearing the middle of the sky, it must have been around ten thirty.
"I should be getting back home," I shyly smiled up at him, "It was really nice to meet you Lee."
His friendly grin returned, "You too, Lily. I'll see you at school."
"See you," I was grinning like a fool as I made my way back to the side walk.
Guys in Michigan never noticed me; heck, nobody in Michigan ever noticed me. Lee had seemed genuinely interested in getting to know me. Not to mention his smile was really cute; and the rest of him, well, let's just say hot.
I was actually excited to start school next week; that was a first, for the last two months I had been dreading it like crazy. The idea immediately making my body freeze up and my heart race in anxiety; now my heart was racing in anticipation.
My registration papers had been mailed; my clothes shopped for (thanks to a trip with my grandmother to the shopping district about a half hour away); my school supplies bought; and I was almost bouncing with anticipation. I couldn't wait to see Lee again, my trips to the beach nearly every day since our last meeting having been fruitless; and his friendliness had left me with hope that the other students would be the kinder as well.
I slept dreamlessly. The sound of my alarm clock for once did not annoy me, instead renewing the excitement I had been feeling last night. I dressed quickly; more dark jeans, brown flip flops, and a new brown T shirt. I left most of my hair down, just pinning up a few strands to leave my face free. My light make up done, I headed into the kitchen.
My strawberry pop tart was soon gone; my mind too far into day dreaming about the day ahead, I hadn't noticed my eating. After brushing my teeth, kissing my grandmother goodbye, and heading out the door; I slid into the driver's seat of my sixteenth birthday gift. A silver four door sedan.
Soon I made it to the high school parking lot. I was half an hour early, so I got a spot in the second row. I stepped onto the cement walkway, lush summer grass on either side of me as I walked through the double doors. The office was directly to my left, I opened the old oak door and looked around the room.
Light tan walls greeted me. An occasional floral painting adorning them. A long oak desk dominated the room, reaching across from side to side. Three computers, and only the middle one filled with a forty something secretary.
"Hi, can I help you?" her kind smile set me at ease.
Her short, light brown bob was tucked behind her ears. Her pale blue eyes looking expectantly at me.
"Yes, could I get a copy of my schedule?"
"Of course, you're Miss Edwards I assume?" My look of shock must have answered for me, "We don't get many new students," she was still smiling.
"Oh," I shut my mouth with an audible snap as she moved her mouse around, occasional clicks registered in my ears.
The printer spit out a couple papers and she handed them to me, "Here's your schedule, here's your locker number and combo, and here's," she reached under her desk, "a map of the school. If you need anything feel free to come ask me," her kind smile widened; I suspected she didn't get much variety in her job.
I got my locker open on the third try; I heard a hollow bang to my left as I was fitting empty binders onto the shelf, I looked up and found a familiar blonde figure leaning against the chipped blue paint of the lockers next to mine.
"Hi Lily."
My eyes widened before my face broke into a smile, a deep blush coloring my cheeks, "Hi Lee."
I had finished loading binders and I slowly closed my locker.
"Heading to class?" his grin was infectious.
"Mmm-hmm," I smiled widely, I blushed again.
He took a couple steps and leaned over me, looking at the schedule in my hands as he said, "English with Johnson first?"
I nodded, still smiling, and blushing even deeper at his close proximity.
"That's the same hall as my math class. Can I walk you?"
I nodded again, my smile widening, "I could use a guide."
"Great!" he grinned again, I think my heart was starting to melt.
He led me through several turns in the hallways; eyes constantly on mine, but feet never missing a step. He asked me a bit about myself, favorite colors, music, and other light topics. Before I knew it we had stopped in front of a cheap wooden door which I assumed led to my classroom.
He glanced at the watch on his left arm, "The bells gonna ring any sec. I'll see you later?" he looked hopeful.
I blushed as I nodded.
His hand briefly cupped my right shoulder as he said, "Kay. Bye," and grinned again.
My blush deepened as I nodded again. I adjusted the strap of my black messenger bag as I turned into the classroom. The single desks were connected to the chairs with metal bars, they must have been old; they were set in long rows, one desk behind another and a good two feet of air to either side. I turned to my left and found the teacher's desk; the computer in the corner was surrounded by messy papers covering the entire desk. A short, squat man stood up from the chair behind the desk. His light, wispy hair was thinning, and the thick-framed glasses he wore didn't help him look any younger; I'd guess late forties.
"Miss Edwards?"
"Yes, sir."
"Ah, you may sit in the fourth seat back on the row closest to the opposite wall."
"Okay, thanks."
"Yup."
He sat back down as I headed across the room. Most of the desks were filled, the gender ratio about even, and the general population looking like an average teenager. Jeans, T shirts, a few different styles ranging among them. As I tucked my bag against the leg of my chair, the bell rang; a single student walking in just before, almost perfectly timed.
I watched him enter. His dark brown hair was short, styled in a messy bed head way. It was gorgeous. His face was turned away, probably smirking at the teacher judging by Mr. Johnson's ticked off expression. He was lean, but strong. His gray, short sleeved T shirt showing off his tight muscled arms. His slightly ripped up jeans only added to his appearance, somehow managing to make him seem sophisticated. Black tennis shoes covered his feet; and as he turned I noticed a black chord with a silver metal design hanging below his adam's apple. I barely saw this however, for when he turned I met his eyes.
They were a deep brown. I felt like I was being sucked into an ocean of rich chocolate; they had no end. He stopped as his eyes locked with my own, his mouth opened slightly in what I could only guess as some sort of shock. Was I in his seat? If I was I couldn't move, his gaze had locked me into place. Everyone else was gone, there was only him; and his eyes. He moved again, quickly sliding into the seat ahead of mine and turning around even faster. His eyes were deeper than I could have possibly imagined; they pulled me in. He was the most handsome person I'd ever seen; a straight, pointed nose; his cheek bones not prominent, but obvious and gorgeous; his hair line was straight and perfect; and his lips, oh his lips, they were perfectly curved, I wanted to touch them so badly. His eyes were what owned me; their gaze made me feel like I had been under water all my life, and just now I had my first breath of pure mountain air.
"Hello," his voice was smooth; deep, but not incredibly so; the sound froze time, I was completely, and utterly his.
"Hi," I answered, my voice inaudible to all but him.
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