Post by SPOTLESS ™ on Nov 4, 2007 7:12:30 GMT -5
The rubber soles of Nate's shoes made odd squelching noises against the linoleum tiling of the floor. He'd abandoned his classroom shortly after the last bell, but it was not to get assignments out of his car, or to go talk about a student he was worried for to another one of said student's teachers. But he was not prepared to go straight directly to his ultimate destination. He serpentined the hallways, so familiar yet so different. There was something that scared him about these hallways. Maybe it was the fact that they'd seen all of his bad ass days. They seemed to stare at him, judging him, constantly reminding him of worse times. They almost whispered reasons why he shouldn't be teaching there. But he had reasons that he should. Better ones, he hoped. As is he couldn't believe he was on his way to her classroom. That she had actually accepted the fact that she would eventually need to talk to him. Tones would be civilized, he hoped. His swelled with affection, even at the thought of her face. He swallowed, pushing those feelings down further.
His eyes were drawn to two lockers, and he almost felt his heart stop. His breathing was constricted, he was drowning. But no. He wasn't dying. He stared at the old lockers that had once belonged to two best friends. Lockers fascinated him. So many people had used the same one, all bringing their respective styles to the area. SO much could be told about a student by looking at their locker. They're taste in music, movies, and little snippets of almost every aspect of their life. Not knowing for sure was he was doing, he took out his key and stuck it into the lock, twisting it. The door swung upon with a groan. The locker was primarily undecorated except for a mirror and a couple of books that had been left for the weekend. Nate smiled as he remembered Izzy berating him for never making his locker reflect his tastes. Hers had always been full of all sorts of things. She'd seemed to have such a rainbow of interests, he was always learning new things from her. She was willing to try anything. His green eyes glassed over, and he leaned against the locker for support, unsure of exactly what was happening.
Nate shut his locker with a bang, looking severely disgruntled about the amount of weekend homework he'd managed to acquire. Additionally, he had a huge bruise spanning most of the way up his shin from when he'd been pushed onto the bike rack by one of the football players. His mouse brown hair was longer than it had been in a while, but he'd ignored his mother's plea for him to get a haircut. So, the ragged teenager slumped against his locker, and waited for the one thing that could possibly light up his day. Isabella. He closed his eyes, smiling to himself, as he clutched his heavy science book to his chest and hoisted his backpack onto his shoulder. She came around the corner, dark curls bouncing. She wore a pair of jeans and a brown and blue polka dotted long sleeved shirt hung loosely on her slim frame.
Just in the last year or two, Izzy had transformed from the gangly teenager that Nate still was, to a beautiful young woman. She had boys from all cliques constantly hitting on her, but she seemed to have eyes only for Nate. She was oblivious to the attempts of others to get her attention. This was lucky for Nate because nobody understood why she still stuck around with the scruffy loner. But Nate knew as long as the two lived they would stick together, whether they were nice looking or not. Izzy had always been very pretty. But suddenly she was gorgeous. Nate was a hormonal teenage boy. Allow him to have some not-particularly-friendish feelings for his best friend. When she spoke her voice was silvery and fresh, and he just stood, listening to her speak.
"Okay, so tonight I promised I would go out to dinner with you, but we are not getting drunk so be good and we can do it again this weekend."
She spoke condescendingly, but Nate hardly minded. He nodded absently, staring at her face with dreamy eyes. She was like his rock, the thing that kept him grounded when he floated too far up. She looked at him, puzzled at how destracted he was. She brushed her hair behind her ear, raising an eyebrow at him. He might as well have been panting like some sort of dog.
"Not you too..." She groaned, grabbing him by the wrist and leading him down the hallway.
Nate was startled out of his reverie when his head hit his locker door with a thunk. Izzy! Right! He was going to see her. His feet took her to her classroom. It was 2:30. What had he been doing for a half hour? She was probably wondering where he was. He knocked on her door softly, swallowing all emotion. He still trembled slightly when he thought of their last meeting and what was revealed of his own emotions. He wanted to not repeat that. Hopefully they could speak calmly, without either having a breakdown. Because no breakdowns are good, he said, pasting a serene smile on his unwilling face.
His eyes were drawn to two lockers, and he almost felt his heart stop. His breathing was constricted, he was drowning. But no. He wasn't dying. He stared at the old lockers that had once belonged to two best friends. Lockers fascinated him. So many people had used the same one, all bringing their respective styles to the area. SO much could be told about a student by looking at their locker. They're taste in music, movies, and little snippets of almost every aspect of their life. Not knowing for sure was he was doing, he took out his key and stuck it into the lock, twisting it. The door swung upon with a groan. The locker was primarily undecorated except for a mirror and a couple of books that had been left for the weekend. Nate smiled as he remembered Izzy berating him for never making his locker reflect his tastes. Hers had always been full of all sorts of things. She'd seemed to have such a rainbow of interests, he was always learning new things from her. She was willing to try anything. His green eyes glassed over, and he leaned against the locker for support, unsure of exactly what was happening.
Nate shut his locker with a bang, looking severely disgruntled about the amount of weekend homework he'd managed to acquire. Additionally, he had a huge bruise spanning most of the way up his shin from when he'd been pushed onto the bike rack by one of the football players. His mouse brown hair was longer than it had been in a while, but he'd ignored his mother's plea for him to get a haircut. So, the ragged teenager slumped against his locker, and waited for the one thing that could possibly light up his day. Isabella. He closed his eyes, smiling to himself, as he clutched his heavy science book to his chest and hoisted his backpack onto his shoulder. She came around the corner, dark curls bouncing. She wore a pair of jeans and a brown and blue polka dotted long sleeved shirt hung loosely on her slim frame.
Just in the last year or two, Izzy had transformed from the gangly teenager that Nate still was, to a beautiful young woman. She had boys from all cliques constantly hitting on her, but she seemed to have eyes only for Nate. She was oblivious to the attempts of others to get her attention. This was lucky for Nate because nobody understood why she still stuck around with the scruffy loner. But Nate knew as long as the two lived they would stick together, whether they were nice looking or not. Izzy had always been very pretty. But suddenly she was gorgeous. Nate was a hormonal teenage boy. Allow him to have some not-particularly-friendish feelings for his best friend. When she spoke her voice was silvery and fresh, and he just stood, listening to her speak.
"Okay, so tonight I promised I would go out to dinner with you, but we are not getting drunk so be good and we can do it again this weekend."
She spoke condescendingly, but Nate hardly minded. He nodded absently, staring at her face with dreamy eyes. She was like his rock, the thing that kept him grounded when he floated too far up. She looked at him, puzzled at how destracted he was. She brushed her hair behind her ear, raising an eyebrow at him. He might as well have been panting like some sort of dog.
"Not you too..." She groaned, grabbing him by the wrist and leading him down the hallway.
Nate was startled out of his reverie when his head hit his locker door with a thunk. Izzy! Right! He was going to see her. His feet took her to her classroom. It was 2:30. What had he been doing for a half hour? She was probably wondering where he was. He knocked on her door softly, swallowing all emotion. He still trembled slightly when he thought of their last meeting and what was revealed of his own emotions. He wanted to not repeat that. Hopefully they could speak calmly, without either having a breakdown. Because no breakdowns are good, he said, pasting a serene smile on his unwilling face.
