Boy Meets Girl

He had never been the new kid at school before, and to be quite frank, it sucked.  Everyone staring at him, or everyone ignoring him to talk to their obviously already well-established friends, either way was awful.  He thought back to the new kids he had seen come and go and wished he had been a little kinder.

Even a smile would be nice at this point, but he had his eyes trained firmly on the empty notebook in front of him, so he wouldn't have seen it even if it had been offered.  He opened to a blank page and began doodling an eyeball, anything to keep his attention away from the frightening masses around him.  For once, he wished the teacher would hurry up and start the class.  Even geometry had to be better than this.

Her laugh caught him off guard and caused him to raise his head from its safe place.  He looked over at her.  Her hands gesticulated wildly as she continued telling her story.  The boy sitting next to her snorted, and the girl behind him wiped a tear from her eyes as her shoulders shook with giggles.  He wished he sat close enough to catch the words.  It wasn't a private moment; she didn't seem like she would mind if he stole a little pleasure from her story.  She finished with a wave of hands and a rolling of eyes.  The group around her erupted again, just as the teacher stood and asked them to please turn to page 112 of their textbooks.

The lesson was easy.  He was glad to know he was ahead of the class and wouldn't have to spend hours studying to catch up.  The period passed slowly, and he thought about his next class, physics, and hoped he would be on track with there, too.  When the bell rang, it caught him daydreaming and planning and worrying.  He looked up at the board where the teacher had written the day's homework assignment.  He quickly copied it down and began scooping his books into his backpack.

He hadn't been fast enough.  Somebody pushing past him -- a football player, no doubt, with that mammoth physique -- knocked into his desk and sent his math book flying.  Flustered, he waited for the remaining students to file by before attempting to rescue it.  He reached down to retrieve it, and his hand bumped into hers.  He glanced up in surprise to see the most incredible blue green eyes looking back at him.  It was her.  His thanks stuck in his throat; he stared.  She picked up the book and handed it to him.  She smiled, and her eyes became electric, and he didn't think he had ever seen anyone so beautiful before in his life.

And then she was gone, out the door, and he hadn't said thank you, didn't even smile in return.

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Today's prompt:

Pick two established characters, either from your own work or others’. Now write the scene/story of their meeting.  


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