I wake up to my mother yelling,
"Ivey! Get up! You're going to be late for school!"
I sluggishly get up from my slumber and walk to the bathroom. Noticing the time, I realize that I need to rush. I run into the shower accidentally stubbing my toe and screech in pain.
After washing myself I quickly put on a pair of black jeans, a MCR hoodie, and my Vans. I put on minimal makeup and leave without eating breakfast. I have always walked to school. I've never really minded it. In fact it helps me clear my mind a bit before I reach hell or school as most people call it. This time I had no time for clearing my mind though. I had to run.
I finally reach school and my face is red as my hair. I slowly open the door to my first class which is Math. As the door creeks open I hear a voice.
"Miss Ivey, we
do not come to school 20 minutes late!"
"I'm sorry Miss Mahali . It won't happen again."
As I sheepishly go to my seat in the back corner, I feel eyes on me and hear laughing. But I quickly see a boy with dark brown hair and if what I could see blue eyes. Part of his face was hidden by his hand with the sleeve up to his knuckles. He didn't notice me until I accidentally hit one of the chairs causing a loud bang. Everyone looks directly at me laughing even more. As I sit down I feel my face grow red and my eyes begin to water. I found myself being curious as to why he was wearing long sleeves in 75 degree weather. I always wore long sleeves cause I always had scars or cuts from self harming. But I hope he is wearing it for a different reason.
School ends. I figured out that I had exactly 5 classes with him out of 8. We sat next to each other in 3, which was pretty cool. Yet we haven't even talked yet. I noticed that he always had a notebook. I did too actually. I'm always writing, I guess that's why I don't have any friends really. I'm not gonna lie, he was pretty damn cute. He had small gages and fluffy hair. As I walk home I notice he is behind me. We keep walking silently no talking. As soon as I walk into my house I run up stairs into my room, to look out my window. What I was hoping to happen came true. I looked directly across from my room to see a room with posters, records, and all kinds of stuff on his wall. He was my new neighbor. The old ones left a while back and left to a different state. As I keep looking at his room I see the boy walk in. My eyes directly go to him. He was gorgeous. Really. He went to take off his shirt, but then looked at the window. I quickly rushed to my bed hoping he didn't see me creepily staring at him and his room. I burst into a laughing fit. But sadly the laughs soon turned into tears. Knowing that I will probably never be able to talk to him because he is so out of my league. With a tear stained shirt I drift to sleep.
I awake around 5:40 hearing a kitchen timer. I slowly get up and walk down stairs. But as I ne'er to the last step I look and see the boy, causing me to face plant in front of what I see as 5 people. Face hurting and embarrassed I look up to see them.
"Ivey, are you okay?"
"Yeah, just slipped."
"I forgot to tell you, this is Mr. and Mrs. Mathews. They are our new neighbors. They will be having dinner with us tonight." My mother explained.
"Oh, hi. I'm Ivey. Nice to meet you all." I shyly say.
"Hey Ivey, I'm Kelly, this is my husband Chris, my eldest son Trent, youngest and only daughter, Micaela, and my youngest son Jasper Logan."
I look over to Jasper to see him, yet again in the long sleeves, with a small frown on his face. After the food is ready and we have small chat. We all sit down. Of course I had to he sitting next to Jasper. He didn't eat. But neither did I. I wasn't in the mood to. I go over to grab the salt for my mother but in the process accidentally bump his arm causing him to wince in pain. No one else heard except me. Jasper looks over to me with a worried face and terrified eyes. I look back and just nod. Hoping I am wrong, I think to myself, "what if I hit cuts on his arm?" I quickly eliminate those thoughts and continue sitting there.
Supper ends and they go home. I walk up to my room, still curious about Jasper Logan Mathews and why he looked so broken.
