Demetrius' Point of View
I began attending Sir Isaac Newton High School the next day. I was immediately popular among the ladies, all of them but Jocelyn. She walked throught the school, unnoticed by most. But I saw her. Jocelyn would sit with some girls at lunch, but they never paid any attention to her, she would just sit and read, or listen to her music. The days passed and I watched her in silence, she didn't seem to notice me, even though I was in her English class.
One Tuesday, some bimbo girl had followed me to my locker. She bounced infront of me, like the Energizer Bunny. Her breasts bounced up and down, sliding against my chest, that's how close she was. I didn't want 'this' girl. I wanted Jocelyn.
Suddenly I felt very claustrophobic and quickly stepped away from the girl and smashed into something, or should I say, someone. With a flash of green and a clash of books, someone and I fell to the floor. I turned my head to see a girl wearing a green plaid t-shirt and jeans, her brown hair tied back in a braid. " I-I'm so sorry." I stammered.
Jocelyn's Point of View
I sat up with a groan and saw the new boy struggling to get up. I'd noticed the girls swooning over him since the day he had gotten here. Another boy I wouldn't be getting, but I hadn't noticed him eyes.
Startling bright green eyes and hair darker than the shadows. Never said he wasn't gorgeous. "Uhh.. oh. Don't worry about it." I chuckled softly, cursing myself for being mesmerized. I scrambled for my books as a blush rose to my cheeks. In a few seconds I had half my books and he had the other half. He handed his pile over and accidently touched my hand.
Heat seemed to flow into my body and I pulled away in shock. "Th-Thanks." I mumbled, climbing to my feet. The boy stood, but didn't take his eyes off my face. "My name's Demetri Wayne." He held out his hand. Refusing to be scared, I struggled to pull my hand free of my books. "I'm Jocelyn Reid." I said, grasping his hand in mine. Heat flared up my arm, it wasn't painful, quite the opposite, it was comforting. I began to pull away, though not really wanting too, but he didn't let go. Demetri smiled at me. "Can I walk you to English?" He asked seducively, all I could do was nod.