"Ms. Blaine do you have thing you want to share with the class"?
"No sir". I say quietly and he continues to teach his lesson.
"Now on today's lesson. We're going to start reading The Great Gatsby. On your way you should have stopped by the library to pick up your copy of the book. How many of you have already done so"?
The whole class raises there hand except me.
"Isabella is there a reason as too why you haven't picked up your copy yet"?
"I'm sorry sir. I got caught in traffic this morning". I mumble slightly while the whole class has their eyes on me.
"Just don't do it again. You may go pick up your copy but we're going to start without you so It's your job to catch up".
"Yes sir". I say softly and as I'm getting up he turns his attention to another student in the class.
As I'm about to walk out the door he stops me.
"Ms. Blaine this young man has been careless and has forgotten his book as well. You both can go grab one from the library but hurry up".
I nod and look up top in the auditorium to see a black haired figure walking down the steps.
Once he reaches to where I am I'm able to study his features fully. Medium length Black hair that was parted in the middle and blue eyes that looked like the pacific ocean. His jawline was sharp enough to cut you if it wanted too. Lips that were pink and kissable. He had on a blueish plaid shirt with black pants and black converse. His shoes were a little scuffed up and his pants were ripped up. Two chains were dangling from his neck and he had an cross earring on his left ear.
" Are we going to go anytime soon"? his deep voice speaks up and I look at him embarrassed.
"oh yeah. I'm sorry". I mumble as we start to walk to the library.
As we walk to the library it's quiet until I think of something to start a conversation.
"have you ever read The Great Gatsby"?
"Yeah. I read it my senior year. What about you"?
"Yeah I read it over the summer for fun". He just looks at me and doesn't say anything.
"Do you have a favorite quote"? I ask.
He nods and says "In the end we were all just humans drunk on the idea that love and only love could heal our brokenness".
"Wow that beautiful. What makes you like that quote the most"? I ask and he shrugs his shoulders.
"I live by it". he says softly.
"what do you mean"?
"I feel that society now and days believe that love is a real thing and it can heal us from our broken past and hearts but from experience I can tell you that thinking that way is completely wrong". he says coldly and I just look at him. It stays silent as we walk in the library.
Once we find the books we check them out and head back to class and mid way he asks me the same question I asked him earlier.
"what's your favorite Quote"?
"He looked at her the way all women want to be looked at by a man".
"why that one"? he asks.
"I don't know. I've never known what it feels like to be looked at like I'm some gem to a guy".
"Care to elaborate"?
"I've never had a boyfriend". I say shyly and his eyes go wide.
"what"? I ask and he looks away.
"Nothing". he says with a straight face as we walk into the classroom.
"Wait"! I say stopping him from going back to his seat.
"what"?
"what's your name"?
"Chase. Chase Hudson".