A/N: After reading Skydancer's cliche's, I thought I'd try my hand at it. I hope you have fun reading this. Please leave a comment with your thoughts! :) BTW, it's in a boy's POV.
Cliché Mania
THERE WERE HOT CHICKS EVERYWHERE. Wherever I turned, I was swarmed by straight-from-a-magazine babes that by some twisted turn of fate happened to come to my school. Because when you were filthy rich, famous and lived in a mansion it only made sense for you to go to a second-rate school in a small, rainy town. But even with these super-hot models hovering around me, my eyes stayed glued to the socially awkward, nerdy teenager that entered the school cafeteria in clumsy steps.
She was the new transfer student—ugly, with frizzy hair, a unibrow and pasty skin—but I was still unfathomably drawn to her. The way her eyes swept across the room oozed with mystery and secrecy. Her eyes stopped at my face and we stared at each other for a long time, unblinkingly. Across from me, someone played the violin.
Then a boy bumped into her from behind and broke our connection. Her things fell from her hands, spilling over the linoleum floor. I rushed to her side just as she reached a hand out to gather her belongings from the floor, and our fingers brushed softly. As if in slow motion, we lifted our heads up simultaneously and gazed into each other’s eyes.
“I—“
“Um—“
She bit her lip and giggled quietly at the awkwardness of this situation, brushing stray strands of her hair behind her ear and blushing profusely. All around us everyone went quiet, as if one breath would ruin this earth-shattering moment.
“You first,” I said, laughing with her.
“I wanted to say thank you.” She lifted her books off of the floor and held it in one of her arms. Then she pushed the other hand out toward me. “Amalyar Eevil. It’s nice to meet you. I’m, um, new here.”
“I’m Nayeve Fulish.” I said, taking her small hand in mine. Electricity coursed through me. I couldn’t believe it, I was in love. Play it cool. Play it cool. Play it cool. “I love your name, Amalyar.”
Damn it!
“Sure, because all teenage boys are suddenly into names.” She teased. “Just call me Lyar.”
“Lyar,” I repeated with an ear to ear smile. Then I snatched the red pen she’d left on the floor and examined it. “What an odd pen.”
With alarm, Amalyar pinched it from my hand and rose to her feet in an instant. “Actually, Nayeve, I don’t think we should be friends. It’s… unsafe.”
Tears threatened my eyes, but I swallowed it back.
Unsafe?
I didn’t know what she meant by that. Nothing made sense anymore. I didn’t know how, or why, but deep in gut I knew that I would find my answers on Google.
Over the days Amalyar never spoke to me again, not even once. I spent my weekends on Google and my weekdays in the library. But after weeks long of research, I finally came up with something.
So the next day I asked Amalyar to meet me in the clearing behind our school—because when you tell someone that you know their true identity, no matter how dangerous, a deserted place was somehow the best spot for the big reveal. And with my back turned, no less.
“Look, if this is about that day in the cafeteria—“
“I figured it out,” I interjected. “You aren’t just an ordinary transfer student.”
