Opposites Attract

OLD VERSION - STILL TO BE EDITED! Chapter 21 - The Art of Love and War

                                                   OLD VERSION - STILL TO BE EDITED!

                                                        --------------Chapter 21------------

                                                           ~The Art of Love and War~

The day was unusually warm, the sun was peculiarly bright, the wind; inexistent. Today was going to be good and if it didn’t want to be, I was going to force it - like a girl trying to force herself into a dress two sizes too small. It had already started off very well indeed. My usually dreary Monday that normally seemed to drag forever had passed surprisingly quickly. Lunch time had already come around and just to add to my good mood, I got a PB&J Sandwich (Peanut Butter and Jelly for anyone who has been living under a rock for the past 20 years.) The only thing that could’ve topped my meal was if an apple magical appeared…but I’m not going to push my luck.

Because of the abnormally nice day, a lot of people had chosen to eat outside. The benches were crowded and the grass was littered with pupils soaking up some rare vitamin D. I was scanning the area for any trace of my friends while trying to not draw to much attention from anyone, especially the minions or the air heads and especially not Blair. Even though I hope they’d think twice now before trying to pick on me, I still didn’t want to create any perfect opportunities for them and me being perfectly alone was quite the opportunity.

Just when I was about to duck behind an aged tree to avoid approaching minions, a little firstie [A/N: ‘Firstie’ is what we call first years in my school. Year 8’s or 11-12 year olds] came up to me. It was so unexpected that I nearly fumbled back, which would have subsequently given away my hiding place and most definitely brought my cool level down. But then again, bringing my ‘cool level’ to an average person’s range would be very considerate.

Before I could even compose myself, the little boy with sandy sweeping hair and deep chocolate eyes and a cute little face placed something in my hand and whispered, “For you,” before running away. I stared wide-eyed after him, unable to find my voice to even form a ‘thank you.’ I uncurled my hand slowly and there lay a tiny, glistening, ruby red apple. It was so perfect looking and the colour so striking against my porcelain skin. It looked magazine perfect. Damnn, I didn’t know you could get apples so perfect except on the cover of Twilight. Actually, that’s exactly what it looked like - freaking Edward Cullen worthy.

I was stunned by this little unknown boy’s generosity. A complete stranger; who somehow knew my infatuation with them, who just came out of nowhere. What’s going to happen next? Monkeys jump from the trees and start doing the conga? Or Charlie Sheen becomes clean and starts doing a Mother Teresa with Lindsey Loham!? Now that would be some crazy shizz...

I glanced back up, searching for the mysterious little boy, feeling really guilty for not even thanking him for his perfect gift to me. While I was skimming around, I witnessed a sight that made my stomach clench and drop through to the earth’s core, my throat seized up, my breathe faltered. It was one of them moments when the impossible, that you’d never even dreamed about, became reality. The moment that smashed all your self-believe and abolished your confidence. The moment I witnessed Blair Kingsley and Chase Matthews kissing passionately in the plain sight of day; in front of all their peers, in front of me.

*Blair’s POV*

1, 2, 3, 4, 5...that should do it. I slowly pulled away from the school’s ‘golden boy’s soft lips,’ ... yeah right, unsurprisingly they did nothing for me. His scarily blue eyes vore right back at me, but not with lust or anything remotely of the sort. It was more of a regretful, loathing glare. I was slightly confused by that look but it was gone within an instant and replaced by his well practised trade-mark smirk when he turned to our on-lookers, but he seemed to be only looking for one person in particular. His actions were slightly confusing, but I didn’t really care to be honest - I had my own priorities in mind.