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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