Lovers
Conflict between different attractions and the necessity of choice which means responsibility. Beauty, inner harmony.
He took us into the hall, and we walked down the fluorescent lit corridor. I saw room 17, and expected to walk by, but instead the boy, who I realized was about an inch or so taller then me, took out a small key from his pocket, and unlocked the door.
It creaked open, and the stench of mold was over bearing to the point that I felt I would gag. He walked in slowly and carefully as if he feared the floor would crumble away, which I felt it very well could. He made it passed the first two rows of out of date desks before turning to nod to-I believe -Isabella. She walked into the room, and then sat; well more accurately fell into the first desk. She put her head down, and then she started to cry. I stood at the door way still, observing the scene. He stood with his back to us, and her shoulders shuddered with every sob. I heard the bell sound to signal the end of home room. At that moment he turned, and seeing me still in the door way he strode over, quickly pulled me inside, looked down both ends of the hall, then shut the door.
He again released my arm, and this time he went to Isabella. He stroked her shoulder gently, comforting her in a way I didn’t know how. This was when I finally took him in. As I said prior he was slightly taller then me, and his light – almost white- blond hair made me think of a halo. It’s a little long, going to about the middle of his ear, and also covering his forehead, a few strands reaching his eyes. It had a slight wave to it, and he frequently had to brush it away from his face. His eyes were a calm crystal blue, something more common in girls it seemed, as I had never seen a boy with that shade of blue before.
His face was also a little feminine, soft and smooth. He had a bit of a pale complexion, giving him a more angelic appearance. His lips were a shade of pale pink, and were thin, only made thinner by his taunt expression. His lean build gave the feeling that he’d be rather weak, but from the way he had grabbed my arm I felt that if he had the determination mentally his body would just follow along.
His jeans were faded blue, and looked well worn, though not in that fake way that you can buy from stores, but in that way that some one wears the same pair of jeans for months if not years. They were a little tight, giving more the impression that they were worn longer then they should have been, which is probably why I could see his dark plaid boxers peaking out from the holes near the pockets of his pants. His navy blue T-shirt was plain, and in contrast to his pants was a little loose, like a hammy -down he only just grew into.
I liked him.
And directly after the thought crossed my mind I took it back. I mean how could I like him? I didn’t even know his name! I mean sure he was cute but- wait why am I thinking this now?! Surely now was the worst time to think of such things, after all I was probably going to be put in jail for what I did today, and if not that at the very least I’m expelled. Liking some boy was the last thing that should be concerning me!
And yet I again was looking at him, admiring his kindness to the now calming Isabella. He hadn’t talked since telling Miranda off, but just by sitting with her he had undoubtedly helped the black and magenta haired girl. Isabella finally looked up, and when she saw me a new torrent of tears washed down her face, though this time she was silent, and kept looking at me. Her eyes held that essence of blame, and i felt new guilt for everything I’ve done to her.
Moments passed and she just kept her gaze on me, as if she wanted me to understand what she was trying to say with her eyes, but as I explained before I suck at reading people through their eyes. Finally I couldn’t hold her gaze any more, my submissive behavior returning, and so I looked down to the cracked tile floor, and just waited for her eyes to shift.
I don’t think she ever took her eyes from me in the moments that passed, but before I could react and pull away she was hugging me to her. I felt my body stiffen so greatly that every muscle was tingling, she hugged me so tight- and with my arms pinned against my sides- that my body was ready to fight.
After a long moment she released me, though I was still too tensed up to move much, my fists clutched to try and dissipate some of the tension. I think she saw I was really stressed by her strange action, and so she backed up a few steps, allowing me to breathe deeply for several minutes until my muscles relaxed and I had to lean against the rotting door in order to stand.
Every thing was silent for a seeming eternity, and me and Isabella just stared at each other, not knowing what to do now. I think we both forgot about the boy that was with us, since when we heard his feet on the tiles we both jumped slightly and looked over to him. He walked up to us, and stood over to the side half way between us, he looked to her then me, then back and forth, reading our expressions, maybe our souls, with his piercing eyes.
“So.” A simple two letter word was all he spoke, and that simple sentence seemed to hang in the room, like when some one announces a family member died. That eerie but well known stillness. Those two letters seemed to raise more questions, each of us having our own to ask the others but not knowing how. Though I think the question we all needed to ask, needed to know the answer.
What now?
