On the first day of sophomore year is when I saw him. He was very stunningly good looking. His name was Noah. Noah Johnston. When we made eye contact the first time it felt like all my worries had been lifted. He had these bright green eyes. Almost like an emerald. Except better. He was a perfect example of a beautiful boy. There aren't many. But he was definitely one of them. He has that cute crooked smile. And the way his nose crinkled when he laughed. He was the most beautiful person I had ever seen.
I was one of those artistic girls who didn't care what people thought about them. I had the features to be really pretty though. I had a lot of friends that were just like me, creative, illustrative, smart. I wore really casual clothes everyday. I didn't like fancy clothes. Because I didn't want to get them dirty in my art classes. But I wanted him to notice me, so I started to dress like one of the girls on the cheer squad. V-neck shirt, nice makeup, Hollister jeans, a plaid button up shirt with it's sleeves rolled up to the elbows, and some flip flops.
Anyways, he noticed me in second hour. About 3 weeks into the school year. We had Spanish 1. He sat on my left. I was writing down what the teacher was writing on the board. And I could feel eyes burning into the side of my head, so I looked over at him. And he was looking at me with his cute sideways smile.
"Hey, I'm Noah. I'm new here," he stuck his hand out for me to shake.
As if I didn't know this already. I stuck out my hand and he grabbed it and rose it to his mouth and kissed it. That feeling was the best feeling in the world. I could feel the blood rush into my face as he did this.
"Hi, I'm Charlotte," I found it hard to spit out the words.
"That's a very beautiful name," he smiled as he said this.
"It's my great grandmother's name," I giggled.
As he let go of my hand I wished he hadn't. He had rough hands. Like he did a lot of work. He probably did, as I found myself glancing over at him throughout the rest of the hour. Noticing his burly body stretching his shirt almost to its max capacity.
When the bell rang I quickly grabbed my books up and I met him out in the hall. I bumped him "accidentally."
"Whats's happenin' cap'n?" I tried to say flirtily.
"I have a free period this hour. What about you," he asked.
Oh my god. So did I.
"Ironically, so do I."
I felt stupid using such a big word talking to someone like him. But I shrugged it off.
"This has got to be fate," he winked at me and smiled his cute crooked smile. It made the butterflies in my stomach go crazy.
"Wanna go to the library with me," he asked blatantly.
Wow. He knows my weak spot. I freaking love the library. Can he read my mind? Obviously. Or something like that. Anyways, I said "sure" a little too enthusiastically. And off we went.
He hadn't been to the library yet apparently. Which is surprising since he's been here for three weeks.
"Can you please lead the way?"
"Surely you know where it is," I said teasingly.
"I have no idea," he said as innocently as possible. So I led the way. With him behind me, I knew what he was doing. I could just feel his eyes burning up and down my body. Those beautiful emerald eyes. As we approached the library door he grabbed the handle and pulled. It didn't budge.
"Push.." I coughed quietly. And it opened right up. His face turned bright red.
"Ladies first," he said courteously. Just another excuse for him to scan me up and down.
He then cut ahead of me and led me to the reference section. He said he loves reading the Encyclopedias. Wow. Now he's really got me. I am strongly considered a nerd at this school. But I think I may have just been out-nerded. Ha.
"I always read the N Encyclopedias first," he explained.
"Umm is there any special reason why you read the 'N' first," I asked him confusedly.
"Well, yes. I love reading about the famous 'Noahs' out there," he laughs.
Again the butterflies in my stomach go freaking insane.
"I once read about Noah and the ark, but that was in the bible. I was named after him. My family is really religious," he says.
"That's really cool actually," I tell him.
"Yeah, I suppose," he shrugs.
"Well, I was named after my great grandmother. Like I said before. It is such an old name. I hate it. All my friends call me Charlie. Which in complete honesty, is a much better name," I giggle.