A grim smile appears on Mr. Bloome's, our Algebra teacher's face as I fly from the door to my seat at the back of the room, just as the bell rings.
Mr. Zachary Bloome is a middle-aged man, gray hairs beginning to appear among the blond, glasses hanging under his nose, always dressed in dark colors due to mourning, he lost his wife and son in a robbery 3 months ago, and drowns his pain in work.
I can't help but feel sorry for him, now I know how he feels. Or not, I don't know how I actually feel since I woke up in the hospital.
What he said next I couldn't hear, I sank into my thoughts, so much in such a short time. I feel like I'm living in a blur. Just on auto pilot thinking about useless stuff all the time.
The ringing of the bell brings me back.
I have to go to biology class in a few minutes.
I'm so absorbed in my thoughts that I barely realize I'm running, and in the opposite direction of me, comes a completely inattentive boy.
When my brain finally realizes I'm on a collision course, I can't stop anymore.
I fall on all fours on top of him, literally.
With the impact my glasses fly, and I look deep into his eyes, two emeralds covered by long eyelashes, his skin is white and soft, with no blemishes like a perfect superstar, his mahogany hair falls perfectly in soft waves down to his neck, his features are so striking, like he's sculpted. I feel his strong hands lightly squeeze my waist.
After a moment completely dumbfounded, I remember that I needed to breathe, unconsciously I held my breath, I must be turning purple by now, and go to biology class immediately.
"S-sorry. " is the only thing I can mutter.
His eyes are so clear and pretty that I feel like I'm a little mesmerized.
It takes a while to figure out how to get my legs working again.
I get up and stagger as fast as I can into the next class.
Miss Janne is still organizing the papers on her desk when I arrive.
Janne Johnson is the prettiest teacher in school, her short honey hair is always tied back with a dragonfly-shaped clip.
She is wearing a beautiful floral dress, fitted at the waist and flared to the knee.
A little unsteadily, I sat in my usual seat, still impressed by that guy's spectacular vision.
Maybe he's a newbie, I know the cute guys from school, and I've never seen him, if I had I wouldn't forget.
As always the whole room is making noise.
But suddenly for a second everything goes completely silent and I notice that all the students are facing the door.
Oh no, I already know who it is.
"Oh, you must be the new student, right?" asks Miss Janne.
I turn to look at my partner who is standing in the doorway.
Tall, with muscular arms squeezed by the black shirt and jacket, pulled up his forearms, showing his fine pretty hands, black pants also tight against defined thighs, and huge black boots.
It could easily be a teenage version of a Hollywood actor and an elite mercenary god.
"Yes, I'm Lucca Kingsford." he says in a clear mesmerizing voice.
Our eyes meet.
It's him, the green-eyed cat, it's him.
I'm completely paralyzed as he walks towards me, and sits down in the empty chair next to me.
The whole class is like a bomb has gone off, from silence to sudden cacophony of whispers.
I just look ahead and try to ignore the heat coming from him. He's so damn close I can smell his cologne. Something spicy and sweet, making my mouth water.
I'm completely and absolutely fucked.