'X' Marks The Spot

Not my type

    Sitting down at the lunch table with my friends is the place where I can be me. Laying my head down in agony at the words that come out of my friends mouth.

"Listen i'm telling you, she needs someone. I know that we are her friends, but we can't be her relationship buddies too. I have my own relationships, I don't have time for hers." Rachel says speaking with her hands. I run my hands through my medium brown hair as they continue to blab on about the subject that popped up out of nowhere. I am single and my friends think that I need to be in a relationship. I tried to say how I feel about the topic, but am immediately cut by the words of Rachel. She id one of my best friends that I can't say to much of anything around her.

"You don't know what you want because you are in denial, but I know exaclty what you want and need. A boyfriend." not wanting to get her hyped up, I nod my head agreeing with her to shut her up, but my plan went south.

"See, good then." she points her hands to me while looking at charles. He looks bored to death by the conversation and I smile as I realize that we are sharing the same fellings. He glances at me out of his perifrerials and smile.

'Help me' I mouth and he chuckles slightly and turns back to Rachiel who was still talking. I couldn't bare it anymore and had to get out of this situation. I stand up and walk towards the lunchroom door when I am interrupted my Rachiel yelling my name across the lunchroom. All eyes in the cafiteria are on me and I glare at Rachiel who is giving me a blameless smile. I don't like being put on the spot or being noticed in general. I am more of a 'suffer by myself' kind of person. I giver her a mean look and continue walking out of the cafiteria. I was wear my normal baggy to big shirt that went past my butt and a pair of loose jeans. I don't come to school to impress, I come to school to learn; mostly for the wifi. The one time that I actually wore skinny jeans and a fitted shirt was when I had my first and last boyfriend. I trusted him even when people told me that he was cheating on me. I was very ignorant and stupid for not taking heed to their warnings. Like can mess you up. I say like because I can't say love when he isn't here now to hold me. The beams of the sun on my face pull me out of my thoughts and back into reality. The cold brutal truth was that...I can't and won't find anybody that is 'just right' for me. I walk to my classroom to have a chat with my favorite teacher, really to get some snacks from her, when I run into someone and my books fall to the ground. This happens too often in one day. I bend down to help them pick their books up when a hand touches mine. I instantly snatch my hand back and look up at the person with my brows furrowed. My eyes meet with a set of hazel eyes and I got lost in them. A weight comes down on my shoulder and I jerk my head toward the weight and find a hand on me. I pull my shoulder back and focus back to the front. I stare at the boy that is infront of me before coming back to my senses.

"I'm sorry." I hear him say. His voice was sounded so sweet and intoxicating that I find myself speachless as I continue to stare at him.

"I-It's okay." I manage to say. He stands up infront of me and reaches his hand out to me to help me up. I hesitate a little before grabbing his hand and standing up. I dust myself off and look at the ground not wanting to look back into his eyes fearing that I might get lost in them. I knew who he was and I knew that I would never be with him, so why try? His name was Tyler Williams and he was one of the most popular people in the school. He is the captain of the basketball team and he's amazing at it, so I hear. I grab my arm behind my back and look at my feet.

"Hi, i'm-

"Tyler Williams, I know. Your the captian of the basketball team." I interrupted. I jerked my head up quickly realizing what I had just done. Embarrassment showed on my face, I could tell, and I put my hand over my mouth. He chuckles as his laugh penetrates the air around me and I feel something rise up inside of me. I don't know why I am feeling this way when all he did was laugh. He is so cute. What! what are you thinking Nataliah? He has a girl friend, so I think.

"Who told you that?" he furrowed his brows at me. Did I say that out loud? I face palm myself on the inside and give a shy smile at him.

"Uh-no one did I just...assumed?" I say in a form of a question. I felt so stupid for saying that out loud. Why can't you keep anything in? I question myself. It was starting to get uncomfortable as I stood there fidgeting with my shirt. He smirks at my comfortableness and I look at his mouth. His lips were a pinkish color and they were perfect. Everything about him is perfect, his brown silky hair, intriguing hazel eyes, his muscular body figure, broad shoulders, and his perfect chiseled face. He was perfect. I, however was an an ant on the ground struggling to survive while he was a king lion in the juggle with servants waiting for him to give a command.

"I'll see you around I hope, Nataliah." he pivoted backwards and walked away. He knew my name? Some of my teachers don't even know my name, not that i'm complaining. The least amount of people that know my name the better it is for me. I would never get called on because none of the teachers knew my name except for one, the teacher that I was heading to when I bumped into Tyler. I shake my head slightly and head towards Mr. Walley's classroom. Get over yourself Nat he isn't your type. 

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Hey guys this is a new story that i am writing. I hope that you like it and sorry for the typos. please comment, like and follow me.  the picture above it Nataliah if you didn't know.