Forgotten: Chapter 1-The Transfer Student

It started out like any other day at John Fels High School. Sunshine and a warm autumn breeze were blowing in from an open window on the other side of the classroom, along with a few falling leaves. I'm the only one in the room, empty desks filling the rows in front of me. I'm twenty minutes early, per usual, because it's quiet and no one can hear me singing. I guess you could say I have stage fright. I try not to think of my problems as i sing, my soft voice echoing slightly throughout the classroom.

”Swirling in a sea of colors, familiar faces passing by,

Laughing with their criticism, I'm trying not to cry. 

Force the pain deep in my heart, lock it up in chains,

Just smile, smile for right now, 

I'll cry another day."

Hearing someone clear their throat, I quickly look to the door to see a boy standing there. I don't think he goes to our school and I've never seen him in class before. He's kinda hot. He has skin that's not quite tan but not pale, either, and deep blue eyes that if you look at just the right way could be considered eerie. He isn't lanky, but he isn't a bodybuilder. He wears a plain white t-shirt with jeans and black nikes. I immediately blush and look down.

"Sorry. I didn't know there would be other people in here.” Well, it's not exactly my fault for singing here. Usually nobody comes to class fifteen minutes early and especially not math. Even the teacher doesn't come in until five minutes before class at least.

“It’s okay. I shouldn't have been listening." The stranger replies and the distinct sound of shoes meeting tile tells me he is slowly coming over to my desk. Of course, the moment i look up is the moment he shoots me a lazy grin and shrugs, leaning on the desk in front of me.

I blush even more and stutter, "Y-you heard me?" Now it's his turn to blush a little bit.

"Yeah...sorry I listened in. Your just really good." At this point I'm sure my ears are steaming and the raising of his eyebrows clearly expresses his amusement.

 "I-I'm not that good...anyway, are you new here?" I say, trying to change the subject.

"Yeah, I just moved here from Ohio. I'm Christopher." He walks over and sticks his hand out.

"I'm Sarah. Nice to meet you." I say and take his calloused hand. His hands are so big! I was expecting a handshake, but instead he bends down, brings my hand to his lips, and kisses it. Then he straightens up and winks at me.

 "Nice to meet you to, Sarah. Let's meet again," he says and walks up to the front of the class. The bell rings and a few minutes later students start to file in and chat.

What just happened? Why did he kiss my hand? Especially seeing as we just met! Why did he wink at me?! What did he mean when he said, 'let's meet again'? All these thoughts were racing in my mind as Mr. Brown, our math teacher, walked in. He always was late to first period.

 "Ok, class, settle down, we've got a busy day today." Everyone scrambles to their desks as Mr. Brown continues on, "First on the agenda, we have a new student! Class, I'd like you to meet Christopher Andrews."

The students are dead quiet as they take a moment to observe Chris, from his long lashes and the way he stands-overflowing with a confident suaveness. From his looks I would guess he'll be sucked into the popular crowd right away. Looks like I’m right too, all of the girls in class ar staring at Chris with such intensity I can’t help but wonder why he hasn’t started running.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Christopher and I just moved here from Ohio," he says and, now looking straight at me, winks. "I'd really like to get to know you all better, so talk to me anytime you like."

With that Mr. Brown assigns Christopher the seat two desks in front of me and begins class. Two minutes later I get a note on my desk. I open it and it reads 'isn't the new boy hot!' It's signed with an L. It's from my best friend Lacey, whom I've known since kindergarten. We now sit next to each other in Mr. Brown's Math class. I write back 'Totally. We've even talked already.' and pass it back to her.

 I replay what happened with Christopher in mind and do a half smile-half shutter kind of thing. When she passes the note back it reads 'ooh! Tell me more! ;) ' and so I do. I tell her every detail that happened. When she gets the note and reads it she gives me a playfully jealous look. Then she writes something and passes it to me. 'Lucky! You actually spoke to him. And he kissed you! I bet you've already got him under your spell, too!'

 I write 'I do not! Besides, we just met!' and throw it back so it hits her in the face. Not hurtfully, but playfully. She scoffs silently, reads it, and throws it back. I shove it in my backpack just as Mr. Brown comes marching up the aisle.

 "Ladies, would you care to tell me what was going on back here just a minute ago and why it was important enough to disrupt the class? Hmm?"

 I think for a moment then say, "No, no I don't think we do, do we Lacy?" Lacy looks at me and grins. "Nope. Seeing as we all hate math."

Mr. Brown glances at us as the rest of the class bursts into a light round of laughter. After a moments silence he writes our detention slips with a sigh, turns around, and walks away. He continues on with his thing and we continue on with ours. I glance in front of me and see Christopher watching me. Blushing, I look down. Out of the corner of my eye I see him smile slyly. I wonder what kind of guy he is?