Don't look, I scold myself, but my head turns anyway. Sitting three rows over is the boy from yesterday. He was right, we do have environmental science together.
His honey head is on top of his arms, his brown eyes shut. He's fast asleep, his face peaceful and his nose twitching adorably. I want to ask him his name, but the idea of talking weighs down my tongue like a hundred pound weight. Suddenly his brown eyes are open, locking with mine across the room.
Choking down a yelp, I duck my head into my textbook, the inky odor irritating my nose. That was embarrassing, did he see me? Yeah, he most definitely saw me. I wait ten minutes, my freckled face still buried in my book before risking a peak.
The boy is looking at me, a grin pointed at me. He waves at me, making my toes curl up.
Later
The green grass tickles the side of my face as I lay curled up in a ball under a tree in the corner of campus. Instead of sitting alone in the cafeteria I come out here.
"Are you taking a nap?" I almost flinch at the sound of a voice. Brown eyes come into view as the boy lowers his head to see if I'm awake. My cheeks turn pink as he grins down at me.
"You're awake." He says, sitting down next to me on the grass. I don't uncurl from my ball. Rather, I raise my knees higher to my chin.
"Environmental made me sleepy." He stretches. "This is a nice spot." He says, letting his eyes shut. I let my eyes run over his face, admitting to myself that he's handsome.
"I know you're staring at me." He grins, and I snap my eyes brown shut. I feel a hand tug my hand.
"I don't mind." He says, and I hesitantly open my eyes, and gaze at him. Usually my skin crawls when I'm around people, but I'm oddly okay around him. Do it, I chant to myself.
"What's your name?" I force out, but it only comes out as a whisper. Geez, I sound like I've been smoking for sixty years. I doubt he even heard me.
"Elijah. I'm Elijah." He answers, making the corners of my mouth rise.
"What's your name?" He asks, but I'm sure he knows it already since even that substitute labeled me a freak in class.
"I know it already, but I want to hear you talk." Elijah explains. "Humor me." He adds. My heart hammers in my chest, and my jaw clenches.
"Daisy." I mange, and Elijah beams at me. I smile down at the ground, happy that I spoke.
Later
"I wonder what animal Mr. Jean killed for that ugly hair piece?" Elijah says, rolling next to me on his skateboard. He's walking me home again, or maybe he's just riding next to me in the same direction.
"Maybe I should send him hair cream for Christmas." He says, that would be one insulting Christmas gift.
"It looks like a raccoon, do you think it's made out of a raccoon?" He asks, and I shake my head.
"Skunk." I mumble under my breath. Surprisingly, Elijah heard me and laughs, making me grin softly.
"Yeah, it does look more like a skunk." He laughs. Elijah doesn't seem to mind that the conversation is one sided. I grin down at my feet, is it to much to think of Elijah as a friend?
Daisy: 16 words
Elijah: 170 words
Death: 75 words
