I am sick of it. Everyone looking critically at me whispering to each other. That I am not good enough. That I am not perfect.
“Hey Dumbass!” The snotty girl shouted.
“I Have a name. Katana.” I Snapped.
“You think I care? You’re merely a stupid emo. I mean no one likes you.” She sneered.
I open my mouth to respond, but I don't get a chance.
"At least the people who like her, like her for her personality, not for the 50 pounds of makeup you wear. You should eat some of that make up, you need some inner beauty,” A deep voice answers. I spin around to see a tall boy with golden hair, teal eyes, and rosy cheeks. I blush. He’s adorable. I shake my head. I can't get attached. He’ll leave me when he realizes who I am. I walk past him and mutter thanks. Before I can walk too far, he grabs my arm.
“You want to hang out? My sister and her friend and I are going to a movie later.” He asks.
I shake my head.“You don’t know me. You won’t like me when you get to know me.” I look him in the eye.
“Then let me get to know you,” He says slyly.
I don’t know what made me say it, but I did. “Okay, I'll go.” I sigh. He smiles triumphantly and lets me go. “I’ve got to get to class” He nodded and turns away. I see out of the corner of my eye, that he’s extremely excited. I walk through the halls, noticing he is following me. I turn around and give him a look.
He shrugs. “Art.” He says. I turn away and continue walking. We both get to art, and I set down my stuff. I sit by myself at a table, and he sits down next to me. He glances at the teacher and slips out a small notebook out of his pocket. He flips it open to reveal beautiful drawings, filled with color and emotion. He looks at me, opens his mouth, closes it and goes back to coloring. I watched him for a while, and he gets frustrated.
“ I can never get the shading right” He sighs. I lean over, wrap my hand around the pencil on top of his, and lightly shade the part he was trying at. He’s not even paying attention to what he’s doing, but staring at my hand on his. I let go and he stutters a thanks and continues coloring. Suddenly, I feel my heart fluttering. I think i’ve got a crush on this guy.
The bell screams at me. I jump, snapping out of my daydream. I orient myself and notice that I am way too close to this guy. I also realize I don’t know his name. I glance at him.
“So, what's your name?” I ask. He laughs and pokes my shoulder. Okay that's weird I thought.
“It's Hachiro” He says. I smile.
“Hiro. Got it” I say. He shrugs. We walk through the halls and I stop at my locker. The day went by way to quickly. I grab my phone.
“Can I go to your house? I don’t want to go home…” I ask
He nods, still blushing. I text my mom quickly, and follow him to his locker.
His locker number is 183. I note that in my brain, and file it away in a file cabinet. He pulled out his backpack and turned to me. We started walking out of the building and he casually slipped his hand into mine. I felt the heat rush into my face. I stumbled a little, out of surprise, and he caught me, grabbing me around the waist. When i was standing, he quickly yanked his hands away blushing. I smiled. A girl came running up to Hiro and slammed into him. I hesitated, but then realized that they had the same hair, and the same eyes.
“CHIRU!!! You did it!” She smiled at me.
He blushed deeply and mutteres “Miku…..”
Miku started chattering away. “Hami said he would love to see the movie. Hello! You must be Katana! My brother talks about you a lot, he says he likes you a lot, and he’s been meaning to ask you out, but he was to scared! Did he do it? Your holding hands already!!!! Awwwww…” I laughed and Hiro just turned dark red. He looked up and pointed at a taxi.
“T-that one” He stuttered. Miku ran over to it and sat in the front, leaving us to sit in the back. I got in, and sat down. He got in next to me and buckled up. The drive to his house was mostly quiet, except for the constant chattering of Miku.
We got to his house. It was big, and very colorful. The front yard was full of flowers, daisys, roses, so on.
I knelt down.
“You can take one.” Hiro said. Miku handed me a scissors.
“Clip down right by the beginning of the stem. Be careful of the thorns. We can get rid of them inside.”
I smiled and looked around. Right in the center of the garden was a bush of black roses. They glittered in the sun. Hiro came up behind me, picked me up, and lifted me over the huge rose bush between me and the black roses. I knelt down and cut of a rose. The petals were perfect, delicate. I inched my way back around the red roses, and followed them inside. Miku took the rose and carefully pulled of all the thorns. She held it out to me but before i could take it, Hiro did. He brushed my hair out of my face and put the rose in my hair.
“Beautiful. Just like you” He whispered.
I felt as if everything around us disappeared. It was just me and him. His eyes were as blue as the sky. He looked at me. He opened his mouth to say something but i leaned up and touched my lips to his. His hands found the small of my back and the back of my head. It was perfect.
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