All I could think was stupid me. The embarrassment still left my hands shaking and I could barely keep them under control on my lap.
I was too aware of the hormones seeping off the boy next to me and swirling in my nostrils. He smelled rich of orange and pine. The two scents mixing together almost like they were meant for eachother.
Creating a new sort of heaven in my nose. Nothing like this had I ever experienced before. I audibly sighed and as if he heard me, the corners to his mouth twitched up.
As though he knew it was from his smell his face reddened. I couldn't begin to fathom how his face was turning red like he was shy when he couldn't even be sure it was him I sighed over.
Uh Men! Throughout the rest of class I sat there trying to avert gazes from about everyone except the boy next to me.
Minutes stretched on into what seemed like hours as I fidgeted in my seat not hearing a word of what the bridge was saying.
(I gave her that nickname the first moment I saw her write on the chalkboard). After what seemed like hours of nothing the bell rang.
I hurriedly grabbed my books and headed for the door. Glancing back quickly I caught a glimpse of confusion on Damien's face and his mouth was ajar like he was about to say something.
A brief look of disappointment flashed across his face. He tore his gaze away from my eyes and bent down to retrieve his books.
It was like a magnetic force pulling me toward this boy I hardly knew.
Feeling people shoving me and carelessly shouldering me on the way out the door, I broke free of my trance and also headed on my way.
The following classes were the same. Whispers aimed in my direction, and awkward introductions.
When it was finally time for lunch, I hurried to leave, ecstatic that I had a solid hour of learning nothing. My brain needed a break.
I didn't realize at the moment what I was heading into. As I opened the doors to the cafeteria, my mouth fell open in shock. I had no friends here to eat with. The most I could hope for was someone to politely ask me over.
So I stood there. Gazing around I saw a group of rowdy boys motioning for me to come sit with them.
They looked like those football players that you just knew took steroids but wouldn't rat them out because of their key to success in school sports.
Not my first choice, but looking around once more I saw no one else to sit next to. I silently trodded over.
I just reached the table and set down my lunch in the only empty seat when it was just as quickly snatched back up and my arm was dragged painfully away from the bulky boys.
I felt lips against my ear whisper "Trust me; they are the last people you want to eat lunch with.".