• Eternally Yours
    Chapter 1
    "Why me?!"I sighed as I sat down in the cold,hard chair that all
    schools seem to have. It's a really uncomfortable chair. I look at the person seated in the seat next to me,the person who will be my science partner for the rest of the year. The
    person I will have to see at the end of the school day every single
    day,and it wouldn't be that bad if I didn't feel drawn toward the guy. His eyes are
    a mix between green and brown. They're beautiful eyes,I have to give
    him that. His dark brown hair reaches down to the top of his eyes,his
    eyebrows completely hidden under the thick hair. His skin is tanned,he
    must have went to the beach this summer. He's muscular from
    being on one of the many teams this school has. He's wearing a black
    shirt with the Abercrombie and Fitch name on it,it looks good on him
    unfortunately. I wish it wouldn't. I wish he wouldn't look so hot that
    I want to kiss him in front of my whole 6th period class and
    teacher,not counting the class hamster.I wish that I wouldn't be drawn to him.His name is Logan. Logan stares back at me as I stare at him. He's probably noticing me with my bright
    blue eyes and pale skin that looks as if it hasn't seen the light of
    day in years,which it has I just don't tan very well,my blonde
    hair streaked with black and my bangs that are cropped to the side.
    He's also probably noticing my black low cut top with a white camisole
    underneath,my favorite shirt,and he's probably remembering how much he
    hates me.
    "Well,well,well. Look who my lab partner is this year,"He
    says smiling at me,mocking me silently. I sigh loudly and roll my
    eyes.
    "Great,"I say with noticible sarcasm. He laughs then turns around
    when Mrs.Laurence starts talking about Classroom Procedures. I zone in
    and out the whole entire class. The only time I get out of my La La
    Land is when I feel a pointy object being jabbed into my side. I look
    down and Logan is jabbing a triangular note into my side,I take the
    note and unfold the many folds under my desk. His handwriting is
    perfect,like the handwriting in those cursive books they give you when
    they teach you cursive.It says,'So Christine? How has life been
    treating you?'I try not to laugh,and take my blue sparkely pen and
    write. 'Better then you have.' I fold the note back to it's triangular
    shape and put it on his lap.His hand grabs my wrist suddenly when I
    lay it down.I look up at his face. He's staring at Mrs.Laurence
    smiling slightly.His thumb starts rubbing my wrist gently,as if to
    sooth me. What the h*ll?! What is he doing? I try to pull my wrist out
    of his hold and he let's go. I take my wrist and rub it gently,the
    weird thing is that I now miss his hold on my wrist. It was
    comforting. When he held on to my wrist I didn't really feel scared,I
    felt comfortable and happy. I missed that feeling.I felt a note land
    in my lap,but this one wasn't from Logan. This one was from Lauren. I
    unfolded it and read her messy handwriting.'What the h*ll was that
    about?' She wrote,I knew my bestfriend had a crush on Logan. I suddenly
    felt bad about enjoying his hold on my wrist. 'It was nothing,'I wrote
    back,'just some joke of his.' I folded the note then threw it backwards
    so she would be able to get it with her foot.Mrs.Laurence was still
    droaning on and on about how we were supposed to act in her class,she
    didn't even notice when I threw the note to Lauren. Wow this teacher
    was so stupid.I would be able to get away with a lot in this class. This would probably be one of the easiest 6th periods I've ever had.I looked around the class I saw Derek sitting in the very back.He was staring at Mrs.Laurence.I could tell he was zoning out because his eyes were unfocused.I only usually saw his eyes unfocus when I would have trouble with my wrist.It was like he was going back in time to look at memories.I never understood why he got that way about my wrist,but he did. The bell rang ten minutes later,and Logan ran out of the classroom without even a look in my direction.I gathered my two notebooks and Ed Hardy purse and pushed in my chair.I noticed out of
    the corner of my eye a triangular note seated in Logan's empty chair.
    I picked it up and unfolded it. It said,'I'm sorry.' I smiled slightly. I stood there thinking about it until everyone was out of the classroom except for me. I
    walked out slowly staring at my black ballet flats and my dark skinny
    jeans. I walked out of the building into the bright sun of Tennessee.
    I stared at the blue sky that only had some clouds in it,my hand
    slightly covering my eyes so I could avoid staring straight into the sun.
    "Can I walk you home?" A lovely,deep voice asked me.I looked at the person
    who said it. It was Derek. He was so tall I had to look up to see him
    clearly. He smiled down at me."Of course you can."I said.