"I'm going to candy-land! And you can't come!"
Before I knew it, the words were out of my mouth. I hadn't meant to say that, but I had, and now he was staring at me like I was some creature from Pluto, the planet that was never meant to be. It fit, really, me being an alien from a planet that wasn't actually a planet. You see, I'm always doing things like this. Shouting words or meanings that make since to me, Olivia Rose Golds, and that sound very correct to me.
Okay, lets take a step back, I'm shouting at someone I just met, who is trying to flirt with me. His hand is on the wall just over my head, and he's leaned in close, as if expecting me to kiss him. He is such a jerk, wanting me to kiss him. Fine, I admit, he was kind of hot, and I did have the urge, but lets face it. A white Girl Gamer has to do what she can do, even if that means shouting out things about Candy-land.
Yes, you read that right. I am a girl gamer, who was, 'classically trained'. Using the Atarii, original Play Station -mind you, it's not a PS or PS1, God I hate when people abrievate it, and Game boy Color. No Ipods, no MP3's, no Itunes. Gasp, I know right? I'm such a home-schooler, well, get this, I'm not.
Back in reality, Steven -Yes, thats his name, he keeps reminding me too- is staring at me with shock, green eyes startled. Then, he does what is expected of him. He laughs, no, roars with laughter. The kind that makes you snot-nossed, teary eyed, and gasping for breath. While he goes through the routine, I calmly raise my right hand, and give him a sharp palm heel to the chest, making him startle again and regain his breath, as well as stumbling backwards from surprise. Just my luck.
Everyone in school knows I'm a Gamer, what they don't know, though, is that I do karate. Twice a week, for 2 1/2 hours each class visit. Martial Arts is my hobby, as well as video-games, books, and drawing.
When Steven gets his 'cool' back, he is mad, pissed, ticked, angry, choose a word.
Me, what do I do? I run, I've never been to fast at running, and seems to me that this guy runs track. He gains on me quickly, eyes giving away the fact he is mad, his lips perced. I edge away from him, and try to turn towards the wall, and completely stumble. Head over heels. And what comes of this? What is the meaning of this day?
Today is the day I ran into him. Quiet literally in fact.
After ramming into someone's chest, I feel hands on my shoulders, steadying me.
"Woah, you alright there 'Liv?" God, even his voice sounded smexy.
Pushing away from him, not sure who him is, was, whatever, I glance up into his face and see something that makes me blanch. He had long brown hair that did a little flip at the ends so it didn't hang in his eyes. Those eyes, they are the color of smoke, like ciggerate smoke, a soft grey that makes you want to loose yourself in them.
Dreamily, I stare into his face until I snap out of my daze. He looks familiar, and he knows my name. Oh, can't forget Steven, who, by the way, is trying to turn in the hallway. I can tell by the way his sneakers screech that he is coming back my way.
Panicing, I shove the guy thats loosely holding me away, and try to turn and flee. He seems to know that I'm not a good runner, because he glances down the fall, back to me, and catches my wrist before I can get away.
"'Liv, hold up. Whose that guy? Are you in trouble?" He actually sounds concerned, yet I have no clue who he is.
By now we can hear Steven's words, streaming into our ears. "When I get ahold of that girl, she'll be sorry-"
And what does Mr. Smexy do? He turned and glared at the captain of the football team, and I swear, he might have had steam coming out of his ears.
Whose was this guy, and what was he to me? I'd never had someone stand up for me before, but it looked like today was my lucky day. Adjusting my red T-shirt over my flare jeans, I glance back over to the Mr., just to be sure he isn't fresh kill yet, and saunter my way over to his side.
"Do you know who that kid is?" I whispered to him, eyes lingering on the sweat that is making the back of his dark shirt stick to his ribs and mid-back.
"No, should I?" He whispered back, anger still there, but trying to humour me.
Biting my lip, and edging behind him, I watch as Steven approaches a little slower, this new guys height slightly intimidating him. Yes, this guy is tall, like, probably six foot four or something, really tall compaired to my short, five feet, five inches.
"Who're you? You Olivia's new bodyguard?" Steven snickered, flipping his hair from his eyes as he looked my handsome Smexy up and down. "You aren't much, you new? Transferred student?" He rolled his eyes, slowing his pace so he could take his time to walk and talk.
Tall takes his own sweet time, thinking of an answer, tapping his lips with a finger. "You should know who I am. 7th grade, three years ago, I was a grade under you. Middle-school. I caught you stealing something, turned you into the store manager. Remember yet, Witten?"
Okay, now I'm curious. He was a good guy, turned Steven in for stealing in middle school, but how did I know him?
This gave him time to think, try and make up something good to retort, but his face was flushed and he couldn't find any words.
"That's it Blake-" Oh, my, God. This kid was Blake, as in, the most dweby kid in elementry, and Middle school, who moved away in Junior high? Before I had much time to ponder this, Steven continued speaking. "-I'm going to hurt you so bad, you won't be able to-"
He didn't get to finish before Lake jerked his arm out and nailed him in the jaw, knocking him out cold.
I stared in shock as he crumbled to the ground, a groan escaping his lips as he fell.
Lake looked at me expectantly, waiting for me to say something. The only thing I could even thing about was how badly I'd treated him, Blake, when we were in middle school. I'd hated him, he'd tried to go out with me, but I refused, ignored him, made fun of him, and more. Yet, here he was, protecting me, as if nothing had ever gone wrong between us. And, I might as well admit it. For the second time in the past fifteen minutes, I've had the urge to kiss someone.
Only this time, I blurted out something worse, something person, and something that would probably keep him away from me for a while. "B-but what happened? You w-were a n-nerd, and now y-you're. . .You're, You're, not. You are so hot," I reached a hand out and traced his facial features, a mask of confusion, when suddenly I felt the beginning of a cramp in my stomache. Not today, please not today! But alas, I knew my pleads with mother nature would do nothing, and, before I could stop myself, I blurted that out to. "I'm sorry, I'm moody, I'm on my period."
His face would have been hilarious had it not been directed at me. It was the look of a man who was completely, and utterly wierded out, grossed out, and embarrassed.
Can I just say, I keep making this worse? I had to go and spill out something else, that I should have known better then to ask, but I did anyway. I mean come on, I just realized it was my time of the month, and had no womanly products to use. "Can you ask a school nurse for a tampon? Please? Have her give it to me, tell her I'll be in the top floors bathroom!" With that, I raced away, not thinking anything of my words until I was well away from him. By then, I realized how badly that conversation went, and started to cry.
Darn womanly emotions, why can't you just leave me be!
{Okay, that was just a random spure of the moment thing, not sure if I'll keep it or not. Too many grammer errors for me to edit right now. x3}
