Different Colors

(1)Kora

April 1st
As I walk up my driveway from an exhausting day at school, I hear,
"Excuse me?"
I turn around to see a tall boy with white chocolate skin, curly ginger hair falling over his right eye, freckles perfectly painted on his cheeks. He also had about ten different colors on his arms and hands, like he was spreading it on himself like lotion.
"Yes?"
"I'm Chris."
"Okay and?"
I ask with a straight face.
"I figured that you went to Woodworx High"
I take a step back,
"Wait no, I'm not a serial killer or anything,*chuckle* I just saw that you had some art books in your arms a few days back and I just wanted to see if we had some...classes... together."
"Wait..Chris Land? You are that student that was supposed to be in my class about 2 weeks ago"
"Yep that's me....the ghost."
Him nervously laughing throughout his little pauses made me feel like my heart started doing jumping jacks. I shake it off and I walk closer to him.
"Kora."
I say with my hand straight out like a ruler. As we shook hands, I suddenly felt...relaxed, like I could melt into his arms at that instant, I shook the idea out of my head and jerked my hand back. I guess he wasn't expecting it because he cleared his throat and avoided any more eye contact.
"So I'm guessing we have some classes together since you kinda called me out."
He says while scratching the back of his head.
"Some? More like all."
The way he started to smile made me want to throw up.
"What are you smiling for?"
He chuckles and licks his lips.
"Nothing, nothing." I narrow my eyes at him before I turned around to continue into the driveway.
"I'll see you tomorrow Kora!"
I roll my eyes in annoyance and head inside.
"Who was that?"
My mom asked after I shut the door,
"No one special."
"It better not be."
My mom was always this..what's the word? Oh yea bitchy, she had latte colored skin with deep brown eyes that are shaped like almonds and the same long black hair like me. I sigh deeply and head to my room,
"Also, wash your hand, it has that disgusting shit all over it."
I look at my hand to see the same bright colors Chris had on his arms,
"Alright."
I replied with the same amount of annoyance I had with Chris. After I washed up, I flopped down on my bed and looked at the box that had all of Travis's stuff in it. I stuff my teary eyes in my pillow and try not to think about him but it always but it always goes down that road that it hurts to travel. Travis and I went out for 4 years and it all ended due to him leaving me for my best friend. All the times he denied and lied and just..trust is a big issue for me and it will continue to be. It's been over a year and I still haven't got over it, my mom calls me pathetic for even getting my focus off of school just for some boy. I loved him and, I don't think that will change anytime soon.