A/N: I have had the most severe case of writer's block. And I am soooooo sorry to everyone who has been following my story. Thank you for your patience. And a special thanks to crystal-number-1 for kicking my butt into gear. Also, thanks to all of my reviewers for my last chapter:
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I walked into the classroom, receiving similar instructions from Mrs. Ericksen as I did from Mr. Johnson. I sat through the class in a sort of daze; except in this one I had no thick head of hair to stare at. I ran over every moment of the past two hours in my head over and over again. Christopher walking into Mr. Johnson's room, Christopher carrying my bag for me, Christopher introducing himself, Christopher taking my hand in his and looking into my eyes-oh, Christopher looking into my eyes.
I was obviously drawn to him, I was attracted to every sound, movement, and look he gave me. The moment he looked into my eyes for the first time I knew I was his, but what did he feel about me? He wanted to speak with me privately, and he wanted to eat lunch with me. But was he just being friendly to the new girl? Was he attracted to me? (How could someone that unbelievably perfect be attracted to me?) Even if he was attracted to me, how could he possibly feel as drawn to me as I was to him? I was getting more nervous every moment.
As it turned out, I worried the entire class away. I was biting my lip and considering moving onto my nails as I walked out of the doorway; and there he was. Casually leaning against the far wall, eyes searching through the other students, presumably for me. My face heated up at the thought. When his eyes found mine his lips tugged into a big, soft smile. Much more of this I wouldn't be able to walk soon, my poor knees. I walked up to him, a shy smile playing along my lips.
"Would you like to put your books in your locker first?" his smooth voice relaxed my anxiety, the worried thoughts completely fleeing my mind; I nodded, swallowing the uncomfortable lump in my throat away.
"All right," he smiled, "what's your number?"
I told him and he smiled again, "That's right across from mine."
"Really?" I couldn't help grinning.
"Yes," his smile widened in reaction to mine, "could I take your bag?"
I looked at him questioningly, almost as if 'are you for real?'. But I soon smiled, "Sure, thank you."
His previously cautiously worried expression brightened and he grinned again. Did he really get that much pleasure from something so simple as carrying my bag for me?
We'd gone to our lockers separately, him across the hall from me after handing my bag back. As soon as I'd shut my locker I saw a figure blocking the light in front of me, I looked up from my combination lock to find Lee.
"Hi," he said, flashing a friendly grin.
"Oh, hi Lee," I'd completely forgotten about Lee; my little crush I'd had on him only this morning seemed so incredibly insignificant, and I instantly felt guilty as I looked up at his smile.
The unnoticed breeze against my back from the flow of students heading into the cafeteria suddenly stopped. Lee's smile froze, then pulled into a tight-jawed line. His eyes were freezing and burning at the same time, looking over my shoulder at someone; the someone who'd come up behind me and blocked the breeze.
"Ready Lily?" the smooth voice caressed my entire being.
"Yeah," I breathed.
"Lily?" Lee looked so hurt now as he looked down at me, "Do you know him?"
"Y-yes," I stuttered, "Christopher and I are eating lunch together," my voice decreased in volume towards the end.
"Christopher," he spit out, as if mocking my use of the name.
"Not now Lee," Christopher's soft voice had an underlying current of warning.
Lee's gaze immediately hardened and he glared up at Christopher, still standing behind me.
"You can't," Lee's voice was small, "we all agreed," he said a bit stronger, with a trace of anger.
I stepped back so as to have both of them in my view. Christopher was looking at Lee with an air of caution, and authority. Lee was looking smaller, and defeated; but still holding his ground.
"We did agree," Christopher said confidently as he glanced at me, then gave Lee some sort of significant look I couldn't decipher.
Lee inhaled sharply, "I see," he said, completely defeated.
Lee backed up, and headed towards a group of tall boys waving to him down the hallway, a couple had hard gazes directed toward me, or was it Christopher they were glaring at?
As soon as Lee was out of hearing distance I turned completely to Christopher; my face completely confused, "What was that?"
Christopher's hard gaze directed towards the end of the hall softened as he looked down at me, almost tenderly (I must have imagined it), "Nothing. Lee's just jealous that he didn't get to have lunch with you," he said it in an offhand manner, but I detected a harder tone underneath; he was obviously lying, but I didn't push it.
As we reached the lunch line, Christopher insisted upon paying for my food, "Believe me, I have more than enough," he said with a smile; I grudgingly agreed.
As I followed him through the lunch room towards a table in the far corner, I couldn't help but notice that nearly every head was turned in our direction. I self-consciously glanced down, looking for a large stain or a length of toilet paper. Finding nothing, I returned my gaze to Christopher's back. We sat down across from each other at the empty table, one side leaning against the wall and the other exposed to the chattering student body.
Christopher's eyes locked onto mine once again, he seemed to be attempting to convey something with his look, but I had no idea what it was until he said, "Well, eat please," and then laughed softly.
I'd never heard his laugh before, it was rough and warm, I couldn't help but laugh along with him. We were both still tittering as I picked at a plate of fries.
"Aren't you going to eat?" I asked him.
"Oh," he seemed startled, "yes, of course," he smiled and reached for an apple.
In my writer's blocked state, I started to write this story in Christopher's perspective. Anyone who would like me to post it as another story, please let me know in a review or a PM. Thanks! And please review!!
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