Mind Vs. Matt

1.

I let out a sigh.
I'm currently trying my absolute best not to correct this guy for all the things he's doing wrong. The guy sitting right beside me has got his notebooks askew and pencils and pens scattered all over the place. I clench my fists to keep from straightening it all out.
I ,however, keep a perfectly clean and organized desk, making sure everything in my space is, in fact, what I consider straight.

"Hey, you okay?" I jump as I feel the warm hand of the boy next to me.

"Yeah, yeah."

"Are you sure? Your hand is bleeding." he said pointing at my clenched fist drenched in blood.

"Oh!"

briiiiiiiing! The bell to signal school was over rang.

I guess you could say I was saved by the bell. I hopped up, grabbed my stuff, and headed towards the bathroom.

I walked in the bathroom to see that the anonymous wanna-be poet of the school had written yet another one of their terrible poems on one of the stalls.

"I want to be set free,
from the misery
and the pain
Of the drama
Like a llama."

I turned away from the blue stall door and turned to the mirror and sink.

"Why do you do this to yourself, Roselynne?"
I mumbled to myself , cringing as the warm water ran over the four crescent shaped cuts in the palm of my hand. Once it had stopped bleeding, I grabbed a big band aid from my bag and covered the cuts.

I stepped out of the bathroom and gathered my things to go home.

I live in a nice neighborhood with my mother and father. My mother is a successful writer and my father a successful painter. Kind of perfect.

"Hey you're the girl from Junior economics class, right? The bleeding one."

I turned to see the guy who had warned me of my injury. I hadn't really looked at him earlier but looking at him now In the sunlight he really was handsome. The way the sun reflected off of his golden toned arms and his hazel eyes looked so pretty.

"Uh, yeah, I'm her."

"Are you okay?"
He suddenly grabbed my injured hand. Instinctively I pulled away.

"Oh, sorry. Um, I'm Matt Stevens by the way."

Matt was the perfect name for him.

"Roselynne Evanston."

"I just moved in next door and my mother said I should come over and greet our new neighbors. I didn't know you lived here, Roselynne."

I've never really liked my name but hearing him say it gave me chills.

"Oh."
Oh? Was that all I could think of?

"I've already greeted your family. They seem really nice. Anyway, it was nice to meet you." He smiled.

"Yeah, nice to meet you too."

"I have to go but uh I'll see you tomorrow- at school?"

"Y-yeah" I stuttered.

He turned and started off back to his house and I turned to mine and stepped in.

"Rosie?"
I heard my dad call me from the kitchen. Rosie is just a name only my family calls me.
I got my name from my great grandmother who's name was also Roselynne. Roselynne Grace Evanston is my full name.

"Hey Dad"
I walked into the kitchen and set my backpack on the floor then stuck my finger in the icing my dad was whipping up.

"Have you met the new neighbors. Nice people. I think they've got a son in your grade."

"Yeah, actually, I have." 

On the way out of the kitchen I straightened some of the stuff lying on the table then headed up to my room.  I couldn't stop thinking about Matt! I went and looked at myself in my full length body mirror and gave myself a good up-down.

"Oof."
I mumbled to myself.
I'm so dull. With my black chin length straight hair, black eyes, and rough skin. My body was fair with my size 3 legs and my fairly slim stomach.

"What am I thinking. Ugh."
I threw myself onto the heap of pillows on my bed.

I have a feeling junior year is going to be full of surprises.