It was this simple…she was up, I was down. She was day, I was night. She was right, I was wrong…so why can't I stop thinking about her.
It was two years ago that I had switched schools. Gotham was a crime infested city and my old school, Gotham Academy, was near it all. Bruce thought it was for the best. I hated it. Not only was it a thirty minute drive to Gotham West but I would have to wake up earlier than usual just to arrive on time. The only good thing about this school was not having to wear those ill-fated uniforms. I arrived ten minutes early to find my friends waiting at a bench for the bell to ring.
"Damn! It's about time you got here." yelled Gar.
"What I'm ten minutes early. Give me a break." I responded. Gar Logan was one of my close friends. His dirty blonde hair with green-dyed tips caught my eye. It almost matched his green eyes. He was always doing funny things with his hair. I guess this is his do' for the month. He was about 5'6" with a slim body. Although I've noticed those workouts we do are starting to pay off and Rachel has been noticing as well.
"Rae can you stop reading for one second. It wouldn't kill you to join in the conversation, you know." glared Gar.
"First off it's Rachel and lets see what's more interesting, getting involved in a conversation with you or reading my book, that's a no brainer." She then looks over to me and gives me a small smile. She then continued to read her book. She wasn't the most talkative person in the world. I respected that about her. She never was one to pry into anyone's life. The bell rang and it broke me of my thoughts.
"Lets get this day over with, shall we?" questioned Rachel. I went through my usual routine. Reaching my locker and getting my books, I jet past some jocks who were discussing strategies for the game. Hmm, her friends. I made it just in time before the final bell rang. I snuck into my seat but not fast enough.
"Well Mr. Grayson it's nice to see you grace us with your presence this morning. I guess it would be too much to ask that you get here on time." boomed Mr. Wilson.
"Yeah I guess it would." I muttered. There were snickers heard all around the room.
"Watch it son, I'm not in a good mood this morning. And you don't want to get on my bad side." he warned. I just looked away avoiding his gaze. Then of course I saw her. There she was laughing away with something one of her friends had told her. I couldn't help it but smile to myself. Why did she have this affect on me? I mean she hardly knew me and I hardly knew her. But I felt something for her. I couldn't understand it. I glanced a second time but quickly. Her ruby red hair full of healthy shine cascaded down her back ending in soft curls. It complimented her naturally tanned skin. Skin that I wish I could feel. But her best feature had to be her wondrous eyes. The green in it was almost unreal. They were a brilliant green. I had never seen eyes like that on anyone before. I also noticed she had turn to see that I was looking at her. My eyes widened and I looked away. Damn why did I have to stare so long. The lesson began and I just tried everything I could to focus on it. After forty-five boring minutes of learning about the uprising in Egypt the bell rang for us to depart. I gathered my backpack and headed out the door. Just my luck I was behind her the whole time. It was enough time for me to hear her conversation.
"Well Kori, you know Xavier is telling everyone that you two are serious. I mean its only been two months but…"
"Listen Terra, Xavier and I have gotten close but I wouldn't say serious." Kori explained. "Besides you know Xavier, he's just probably messing around. He likes to push peoples' buttons."
"Well if you say so but he can be arrogant and cocky sometimes. But I'm sure you like that huh?" joked Terra. All she got in response was a playful punch from her friend. "Well speaking of the devil, look who's waiting for you at your locker. I'll see you during lunch ok?" Terra didn't wait for a response and left. Richard had heard enough. He knew Kori would never see him as anything more than a social outcast but it still infuriated him whenever she mentioned Xavier. He turned to head to his locker and the last thing he remembered was the lingering scent of lavender from Kori's hair. It smells so good. I wonder what she uses.