Chapter 2
I silently trudged to my locker, hoping to God Emily and Tristan wouldn't be there. Which just to my luck they were. Emily and Tristan Danen are practically brother and sister, with dirty blonde hair, hazel eyes, and a knack for constantly fight and yelling, and if you knew me you'd know I hate loud noises. You could say I'm a constant downer. "PROSPER!" yelled Emily, "will you please tell this IDIOT that the Smurfs are the awesomest blue people ever?""Well can you tell this MORON that the Naviij are far more superior to the Smurfs?" Tristan said condescendingly. I looked at them both, staring in awe for at least a minute. It's not often you get to hear senseless bickering. Unless you were me. Finally I said this:"Did you guys run out of crap to argue about so now you just fight over random shit?" Clever right? "Well it's not my fault he's so ridiculous," whined Emily. "I'm not ridiculous! I would say I'm more...stubborn," insisted Tristan. By this time I had already gotten fed up with this crap, probably due to the fact that I hadn't had my morning coffee yet. "Look, guys, as much as I would love to debate the awesomeness of fictional blue people, I need to get going. I'm supposed to help Mrs. Lenard with preparing for the dance on Friday.""Oh alright," sighed Emily, "I have to find a date for that anyway.""Good luck with THAT one," mocked Tristan. Then they both walked away, still arguing. I shook my head and headed for the auditorium, where Mrs. Larson was impatiently waiting. It always amazed me that she was a MRS. mostly due to her beady black eyes, long hooked nose, and the musk of death surrounding her. But at least I could spend my first period not learning. "Morning Mrs. Larson!" I beamed in my fakest smile. "Good morning Mr. Danee. You'll be helping Ms. Monroe with the streamers and other hanging objects." I froze in my tracks. "Ms. Monroe? Like, Eva Monroe?""Yes, she volunteered to assist with the dance." Mrs. Lenard's eyes narrowed down at me. "Is that a problem Mr. Danee?""No...Not at all," I whispered. As a matter of fact, it was a huge problem. Eva Monroe is the girl that I am madly in love with, and according to my sources, she knew it. She was the only one who did, except for Jesse and Michale. I slowly walked into the auditorium, scanning the room for Eva. I found her in the back on a ladder, trying to reach for a nail hanging from the ceiling. Okay let me take a moment to tell you how breathtaking Eva Monroe is. Her hair is like black silk that smells of peaches and apricot. Her heart stopping eyes are like two peaceful pure ponds, filled with life and beauty. Her lips are pinker than cherry blossoms, and they bloom in the spring of her speech, which is the speech of Heaven's choir. She's smart, hilarious, sweet, and caring, and my perfect dream. I walked up and asked "Would you like some help with that?""Um, ya thanks," she replied, smiling and blushing as she stepped down the ladder. Then as if fate was on my side for once, the ladder broke, making her fall off. And then...here's where this situation benefits me...I caught her. I stood there, with her in my arms, at a loss for words. Then I found some."Are you okay?""Ya...thanks Prosper." She smiled at me again, almost making me faint. I let her down, and then picked up the ladder."I'll go ask Mrs. Lenard for a new one," I offered."Sounds good," she replied, then she started picking up the streamers she dropped during the fall. I can't remember how the rest of the period went, but I do know I couldn't keep my eyes off of Eva. I also think I stepped on a tack. But you know what they say, love conquers all. I guess that includes bleeding.