Lark(8)

By: Erica Cope



“Tell me everything!” I plead eagerly.

She bought her dress weeks ago just hoping he would ask her. It’s a gorgeous, one shoulder, asymmetrical, sheer aqua number, and it suits her coloring and personality perfectly. She had persuaded me to get a Homecoming “just in case” dress as well, but since the dance is just days away now and I still hadn’t agreed to go with anyone, my pretty dress will probably remain in the dress bag I brought it home in. She proceeds to tell me all about how he asked her, and I must admit, he did good. I try to concentrate on what she is saying, but my thoughts drift to a certain dark haired, indigo-blue-eyed boy of my own dreams.

“Miss Carrington?” My head snaps up at the sound of my name. “Are you and Miss Peterson about finished or may I start my class?” Mr. Shilling is standing over our shared desk glaring down at us. My face reddens when everyone turns to look at us, but Hannah is quick to deflect the attention.

“Floor is all yours Mr. Shilling.” She smiles widely and a few people laugh quietly before Mr. Shilling begins his lecture for the day.

One of his few redeeming qualities is that he almost always ends class a few minutes early. There was a rumor a while back that the reason is because he sneaks off to his car in between classes to smoke a cigarette since he can’t do it on school property. I don’t know if it’s true or not, but I wouldn’t put it past him.

“So has anyone asked you to the dance yet? And by anyone I mean, has Grey asked you since I know you won’t say yes to anyone else?” She smiles slyly as we begin to pack up our things.

“No, and he probably won't.” Even I can hear the sadness in my voice. How pathetic. “Just friends, remember?”

I consider telling her about Ethan asking me earlier but I can't make myself say the words out loud. There is no way I plan on admitting that fact to anyone. Ever.

“Oh come on! You should see the way he stares at you whenever you’re in the same room! He ignores every other girl, much to their dismay.” She laughs a little at that fact because it’s true, they are all jealous. I’m sure it completely baffles them that he ignores them. They aren’t used to being ignored by the opposite sex like I am. It’s not that I’m bad looking, but I’m definitely not the prettiest girl in school. No, that title would probably go to Kinsley, with her raven-black hair that falls in perfect waves just past her shoulders, and her mile-long, tan legs. Or maybe even Lila, with her killer green eyes, and well-developed chest. My pixie-like features make me look much younger than most girls my age and boys tend to think of me as being more cute than hot. Of course two of the hottest girls in school think it’s weird that the gorgeous Greyson St. Clair hangs out with me. Even I think it’s weird.

I hesitantly return her smile, because even though I don’t understand it, he does ignore other girls.

“He bought me a present.”

“No way! What did he get you?” She squeals.

“I think it’s some sort of fairy-tale. I don’t really know. I mean, It’s really old, but it looks kinda cool. I haven’t had a chance to really look at it yet.”

“He bought you a book? That’s kinda perfect.”

“Yeah, it was kinda sweet. Unexpected, but sweet.”

“Seriously, Mia, there is no way that guy thinks of you as just a friend.” She bumps shoulders with me as we enter the hallway.

“I don't know,” I reply quietly. Even though I have wondered about the possibility of Grey feeling more than friendship for me, I don't want to get my hopes up.

“He looks at you so...I don't know...protectively?”

“Oh gee. Is that sorta like 'big brotherly'? Yay,” I say dryly.

“No, that's not the right word.” She pauses for a moment then says, “Possessively. Yeah. That’s it. He looks at you possessively.”

“That’s so not any better.”

She punches me lightly in the arm. At least, I think it was supposed to be lightly, but I’m kind of a wuss, and she has really boney hands.

“Ow!” I flinch, which makes her laugh, so I take advantage of the opportunity.

“Hey, so have you finished the essay for English yet?” And just like that, Hannah is distracted from my lack of love life and is ranting about poor Hester Prynne’s.

I don't have any classes with Grey, but we do have the same lunch period, so we always go out to eat together. Open lunch is the best thing to ever happen to Manhattan High School. We usually just go to Little Caesars, and today is no exception. I have a slight obsession with their Crazy Bread. We sit outside the little restaurant and eat on our usual bench.

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