My dad leaves me waiting outside the office, I can see a faint outline of what looks like a younger boy maybe in his Third year of high school, my dad leads him out and I look off hoping that this will go quickly so that I can get it over with.
" Charlie," My dad says " This is Trey Davids " I look over to the person standing beside him, my eyes stay fixed on him, his younger than me by a year, shorter, slim with long legs and skinny jeans, his sneakers are clean, probably new, he's wearing a jean jacket that looks oddly female-like, I find his face and his eyes bore into mine, they are the deepest green iv ever seen, his hair is jet black and his features are strangely again, he smiles warmly at me, my stomach feels tight suddenly " Charlie," my dad says I notice iv been staring too long so I sand straight.
" Welcome to Hamilton High, " I said as friendly as I can.
" Trey, Charlie will show you around, " My dad says " Goodluck on your first day "
" Thank you, sir," Trey says his voice is smooth, his eyes find mine when my father leaves.
" Do you have your schedule?" I asked rubbing the back of my neck.
He bites his lip reaching into his pants and handing me a folded paper, I unfold it and read through it, his not in any of my classes because his a Third year as I suspected, and strangely I'm disappointed.
" You arrived just in time, Miss West's English class is lame," I say
He smirks " So what's interesting around here "
" We have the hottest chicks in the county, well according to my dad " I grin
Trey purses his lips nodding as I lead him through the school going over all his classes and showing him the field and finally the basketball field " Do you play " I ask trying to start a conversation.
" Not really my thing," He says his head tilting, his eyes are even greener.
" So what is your thing," I ask genuinely interested.
" Music " He smiles " I play guitar "
" Ah musical type "
" Is that a bad thing?" He asks
" No," I say honestly.
" Your things basketball right " Trey quirks his brow.
" Right," I say tossing him a ball, it bounces past him and I laugh " Clearly not an athletic bone in your body "
" Not in the least " He says brushing past me, I suck in a deep breath a tingling in my chest.
What the Hell was that?
" You coming " Trey asks looking over his shoulder.
" I wanted to ask .. " I say rubbing my neck.
" Where I'm from, " Trey says I nod, " My father's American my mothers Thai," He says kicking at the dirt as we head up the steps back to class " Thank's for the tour, I think I can take it from here"
somehow I think he doesn't like me, and it bugs me.
" Uh, Trey " I don't know what comes over me but I grab at his wrist, a surge runs through me, his eyes meet mine, his lips part.
" I should get to class, Thank you Charlie " He pulls from me almost running, I stare after him my chest pounding.
I wasn't sure what I was feeling at that moment, but Trey Davids was someone I wanted to get to know.