Do best friends really come before boys?
Stolen Heart
If I could just get his name!!
“Yes,sure!” Chloe gulps,as shocked as I am.
“Don’t like your carrot?” he grins, revealing his compelling, brightening smile. I couldn’t help but gape at him. He set his food tray right beside mine. Oh no.
“It’s not THAT! It just happened to...slip.” I reply, burning up embarrassingly.
He chuckles at this, later on,commenting “Oh, you’re patently humorous!” .
I provide him with an uneasy smile, exchanging a single glance with Chloe. This guy astonishes me with his aristocratic vocabulary and persona. But for some reason, this doesn’t put me off. Now I’m aware he’s potentially full of surprises.
“So ... what brings you here, at this school?” I question, trying not to sound too eager, too friendly or too enthusiastic.
“I’m here to complete my A-Levels course for...History, Science and French, I believe.” he answers, scooping up a mouthful of salad with his knife and fork. Yes! He’s in the same year as me and studying pretty much the same subjects I’m studying! I sweep my frizzy,voluminous coils behind my shoulder, a slight smile tugging the corner of my mouth. I continue dipping my other cut up veggies into the dip.
“ I’m studying History and French as well.” Chloe smiles
“ That’s great...” he was hinting for Chloe’s name.
“ My name is Chloe Hardin.” She introduces, holding out her hand. It dazes me how Chloe failed to offer me an introduction. I suspect that her opinion of him is not as lame as she let’s on.
“ Nice to meet you, Chloe.” He says,briefly shaking her hand, as though he didn’t want someone to prejudge what was going on.
“Um, what about you? What are you doing for A-Levels?”. he asks, his swooning,intense eyes sliding onto me. Instantly, I look down into my churning plod of mash potato bake, camouflaging any kind of emotion, specifically the nervous type.
The only thoughts I had was Chloe’s words of wisdom earlier: “Dominique, being dissentious surely towards yourself isn’t going to help matters at all. You just need to have more self-believe and self-confidence.”. I pause before replying:
“ For A-Levels, I’m currently studying social studies, physical and human geography, World History, English Literature, Religious Education, French Language, Chemistry, Physics AND Biology, Mathematics, Drama, Textiles and Music. Although, I may quit Drama as it’s not an career choice I’d personally consider yeah!” I titter, nervously, pushing my glasses back up my nose. By now, he’s probably imagines me as one of those shy,intelligent, snobby, stuck-up teenagers who always strive for the best and are particularly vain about their cleverness. Ok, I am slightly like that. But still, it’s very clear I do NOT want him to see me like that.
“Wow! What a mouthful! How are you even able to fit all of those subjects into one single sentence?”. he questions,with astonishment, not sure whether to laugh at his question or take it seriously. The answer to that: Have no social or personal life and work,work,work until I feel my brain has processed enough. Then I go onto my Pinterest. But then I go to bed.
“ Um...I just do.” I shrug, attempting to appear nonchalant, possibly succeeding but likely not.
“Well...I only do half days during sixth form. At least that way, I can balance my personal life with school work.”. he comments, as if I had asked which I hadn’t.
“ Awww! You’re lucky. We both have full days like EVERYDAY.” Chloe moans, hopefully in pretense, to impress this somewhat alluring guy. If I can just get his name...
He laughs at Chloe’s remark, sooner or later realizing that neither of us found it humorous. By then, the next few minutes had been almost silence. I say ALMOST as the guy seriously is the loudest cruncher I know. But hey, SCIENTIFIC statistics prove that louder sounds attract a Human’s interest more than actual appearances.
“Well, ladies, it’s been great sitting and talking to you. BUT I REALLY need to get to my next class so, see you around sometime.” He nods, intensely gazing into my eyes with a seducing smile before heading towards the cafeteria bin.
And so, that was the end of that.
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