Finding paradise

Chapter 7 part 3

"So you and Conrad huh?" I turned to see Megan coming into the bathroom.

She stood next to me gazing in the mirror. I watched as she ran her perfectly manicured nails through her slick black hair.

"I can't believe the winter dance is next week," She chirped, attempting conversation again. I glanced at her, drying off my hands.

"Yeah, and I don't even have a date." Her expression changed, as she awkwardly glanced at herself.

"What about Conrad, you know, I kinda thought," I cut her off, my anger getting the best of me.

"He is going with shya," I shot at her, her perfect eyebrows rising in alarm. I felt ashamed at my anger right after I had lashed out on her. Megan has done nothing, and she might think I am going crazy.

Megan left the bathroom a second later, and just as she vanished, a stall door cracked open, and a pair of ice blue eyes peeked out.

I would recognize those light pools anywhere.

Allison

"Go ahead and make up all the lies you want," I blurted, already knowing the wheels were turning in her head. She opened her mouth and shut it again, playing innocent.

"I,  I was just using the restroom." She walked out, checking herself in the mirror. She glanced at me, her smile more fake then her attempt  to play nice.

"Nathen, He asked me to the dance, he only had eyes for me." She grinned, her smile so ruthless, I took a step back.

"Stay away from him, or I swear I will brake you." I nodded, forcing a snicker, I was not scared of her, and why should I care, but my mind drifted back to when he stood so close to me, his eyes so focused on only me.

Why should he want me when he has her.

"I don't care about him," I lied, brushing past her, my eyes burned, how much more of this could I take. Surely I never signed up for this, I never even wanted Conrad, let alone Nathen, but then why did the stab hurt so much?

I stocked out of the school, not caring that I was bumping into people. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going, until I slammed into a hard chest.

"Um, S, sorry," I barely spoke, not wanting to see who I had bumped into. Some reason all I wanted to do was go hide away with Nathen, some reason when I was with him, I was content. However he didn't care about me, and he had made that clear at breakfast. I had caused him anger because of Conrad, and now our friendship was over.

"Are you okay," I was stopped in mid thought by that voice. Everything came piling down on me as I lifted my head to meet those deep gray eyes, his hands still placed gently on my shoulders. It was like an invisible magnet when our eyes connected, all my thoughts spiraled into nothing as I focused on this moment, and the way his hands felt so perfect on my shoulders.

Calm down, he does not care about you.

"N Nathen," I declared his name, attempting to form words, that just did not seam to come. What had happened to me. He looked so calm as he gazed at me, his feature so still, he was a Greek god, and this piece of art was right in front of me, living and breathing.

This piece of art was not mine.

"Yes, it's me," he chuckled, removing his hands from my shoulders much to my distaste. His voice was so smooth, like silk, his eyes so deep and mistic.

"I better go," I choked out, suddenly feeling shy as I prepared to leave. However he had a different plan as he took a hold of my arm, stopping me in my tracks.