Forbidden™
Chapter Two
I step off the school bus by myself, observing vacuously as Luciana is promptly encircled by salivating teenage boys of all ages. I scoff in pure censure as I stride past her timorously, going by entirely unobserved; as per usual. I wander mindlessly down the bland hallways of the school, disseminating myself with my atmosphere. The sickening green of the school lockers, the way they stand out violently alongside the insipid bleached walls. Teenagers are spread out ceaselessly across the school grounds, the tedious discussions going on throughout the school drumming stridently in the back of my mind.
I can feel eyes on me as I arrive at the main office of the school, entering it to grasp the sight of a fairly aged woman, her deep red hair spiralling zealously down each sides of her perfectly rounded face. “Ah, Miss Williams, I presume?” An abundant Tennessee accent is easily noticeable in her voice as she speaks to me. I nod profoundly as I tentatively cross the room, coming to a halt before the woman seated behind the oak wooden desk. “I’m Mrs. Jones,” She continues assertively, her lime green eyes twinkling with anticipation as she watches me, my mien in return totally blank, about as much emotion as a brick in my expression. “Sebastian Taylorson – the school captain – will be showing you around for the following amount of days, he should be here to collect you quite soon. Your schedule is here,” She makes a small gesture in hand movement as she holds out a large piece of white paper, which I take, moving my pate in an insignificant nod once again.
“Sorry I’m late, Mrs. Jones.” A sudden husky and – I shall admit this shamelessly – irrefutably erogenous voice rings in the air of the office, making both Mrs. Jones and I jump from surprise. “I believe you must be the new girl,” I whirl around as he speaks once again, just in time for my eyes to grasp the gaze of a pair of unspoiled hazel eyes. The stranger in front of me is one of the most handsome men I’ve witnessed in a lifetime; his slick, sandy brown hair dangling messily in his beautiful eyes, which shine with millions of enigmas and ineffable sentiments. “I’m Sebastian Taylorson, school captain, pleasure to meet you.” A striking smile marks his impeccable face as we shake hands gently, the slenderest jolt of energy slithering between the enclosed space of our hands.
“Iris,” I nod slowly, my hinted British accent sliding off my tongue smoothly, as if fitting my words perfectly. “And trust me, the pleasure is mine.” I have a tipoff of flirtatiousness as I communicate with Sebastian, the heat rising in my cheeks as a soft blush cultivates in my now outstandingly red cheeks. I hear a unversed chortle that seems to choke the pair of us in its pleasurable sound as I see Sebastian’s eyes shining with hilarity as he stares me from head-to-toe out of sheer interest.
“Beautiful name for a beautiful face, might I say.” The heat in my cheeks worsens as he offers his hand, a hand in which I gladly take. My own hand is instantly encased in warmth as he leads me along the halls, naming many of the multiple classrooms and people that we pass. His hand still locks with mine as we come to a patient halt outside my homeroom class. “This is where I’ll see you off,” He kisses my hand softly as he drops it to my side in a gentlemanlike way, his eyes meeting mine momentarily. “I’ll meet you by your locker at lunch, okay?” I simply nod, flashing him a negligible, swift smile as we part our ways, he off throughout the sea of unending students, me into my homeroom.
They said that there’s no Heaven on earth…
Brittanee