The Lucky one
Chapter 1
I remember the first day I met Aran Green. It was his first day at our school. He bumped into me, said sorry, and then asked if I knew where Kitchen 3 was. "Yeah, I've got Home Ec there now," I had said. "I can show you, if you want."
I didn't normally speak to people. I had this annoying thing called social retardedness - as in everything I said came out horribly wrong - so even walking with him to class without talking was just a miracle.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Cassie Lynn, what's yours?"
"I'm Aran Green."
Remember that name, I told myself.
And I did. Months went by, and I would sit alone at lunch, and watch as he sat alone at lunch on the other side of the room. What was strange was that he didn't seem to mind not having friends. He looked happy.
We never spoke, though we had most of our classes together. Our school was small, with just 297 people at the time, so of course we saw a lot of each other.
He was incredibly attractive, with long-ish dirty blond hair and green eyes. He was tall, easily clearing 6 foot 4. People seemed intimidated by him. When he walked through the corridors, people spread out, leaving a bubble around him, so that he could walk without bumping into anyone. Girls always giggled when he walked past, but none ever actually spoke to him. Boys went quiet when he walked past, as if they'd offend him by speaking in his presence.
It took me months to get over him, to not spend every waking hour - an sometimes even every dreaming hour- wondering why the only person he had spoken to since he arrived was me.
But eventually I did. And I went on with my life. Forgetting that he ever even spoke to me.
It wasn't until the following May that I had to interact with him again.
I was late for biology one day, and Mr Dillon told me not to sit down, that he was arranging us into assigned seats. I ended up on a table beside a girl called Harper with red-brown hair, golden eyes, and braces. She was incredibly pretty. But because my biology class was bigger than was normal, and there weren't enough seats, the tables designed for two ended up being tables designed for three. Aran Green had to try to squeeze his chair in beside me.
After a few more minutes of Mr Dillon running around trying to organize us, Aran spoke to me.
"You're Cassie Lynn, right?"
And of all the times for my social retardedness to kick in, it decided to then. The words caught in my throat, and I made a strange squeaking sound. I coughed, and then weakly said "Yes." Our conversation ended there.
After that, I began to notice that he got away with things normal people wouldn't, just because he was who he was. Small things, like not holding the door open for someone, or not saying thank you when ordering lunch in the canteen, or even skipping classes for no real reason. People overlooked these things. It bothered me.
It got worse as time went on, and eventually he just stopped speaking. If asked a question in class, he'd shake his head, and if - God forbid - I asked him a question in biology, he'd point the answer to me and then continue with his work.
I started to get worked up over it, and it was the biggest relief when the last day of school came. No more worrying about Aran Green.
When I was walking home, he was in front of me. He was walking quickly, and bumped into some girl who fell over and dropped all of her books. He kept walking.
I stopped dead in my tracks, staring after him with my mouth in the shape of an O, and looking down at the unfortunate girl. "It must be hard to be so perfect," I said, not expecting him to hear. But he did.
He turned around to look at me. "It is. Very."
"I know I wouldn't get away with something like that," I said sourly, picking up the books that had landed near me.
"You would. Just like me, you'd get away with it." He grinned. "I just take advantage of that oppurtunity."
I handed the girl her books, and she muttered a weak "Thank you" and hurried off.
"Ah, but you see, I don't have that oppurtunity to take advantage of. So, you're wrong."
"Am not."
"Are too."
"Am not."
"Are too."
"Am not."
I shook my head, laughing slightly at how stupid I was being. This is what he wanted - a reaction. "Right. Whatever."
"That's just another way of admitting that I'm right."
He smiled at me. Why was he so attractive? It was really distracting.
"You don't know me, Cassie Lynn," he said finally.
"I know you're a dîck, for sure."
"You're wrong," he told me, smiling again.
"Am I, though?"
He turned and started to walk away.
"You're wrong," he called. "You just don't know it yet."
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