When I woke up I was a sick, like really sick. I tried to move my head and I swear I heard it yell at me, "Make one move, and I'll get up and kick you where the sun don't shine."
My head has a good sense of humor. But I, Ink Ivory, must take an early morning test today. One for which I'd already asked for a makeup day, twice. I'm very lazy when it comes to studying (don't ask) and I'd already pretended to be sick to get out of the first test (didn't work...well). So I plead with my head to knock it off or bring it down a notch, then I get up.
So far so good but I'm not taking chances; I hurry to the bathroom and look for cold pills, maybe DayQuil. Nothing but nasty cough syrup. Drat. I'm going to take it anyway. What could it hurt? I need something to fight off this yucky feeling. It takes me a minute to scrape up enough courage to down the foul, gag inducing liquid; I wrinkle my nose. I have never liked the stuff, ever since I was a kid and our old neighbors brat, (no longer my friend) had pinned me down and forced some down my throat. The kid got into trouble of course, and I got a trip to the hospital to make sure I wasn't going to die of poisoning. No thanks to that jerk.
I hurry and get dressed. I pull my long, insanely frizzy, and too bright red hair up into a ponytail. I grab a jacket and my keys, and leave the house. My car won't start, I curse and start smacking the steering wheel.
I pause, I must look crazy to people outside, that at least makes me laugh. Great. Not only am I late for my test, but now my car is deciding to be a boohoo-er. I'm feeling just a tiny bit bad for myself, but I grab my keys and get out. Looks like I'm footing it for today. Ha-ha world, I mentally flip it off; I'm a good walker! As I'm heading down the road; which by the way seriously needs fixin', I feel like I'm being stared at. I look around expecting to see Micheal Myers hiding in the shadows and see absolutely no one.
Creepy.
I get to school and thankfully I'm only seven minutes late. The teacher doesn't see this blessing for what it is and lectures me about being punctual. Who in the world is that punctual? Funny word punctual. So I sit down and glance at the paper that's in front of me. I look around the room discretely, there are more people here then I thought. At least I'm not the only one. I take out my calculator (I hate math) and I realize, I forgot my pencil at home. Who in their right mind forgets a dang pencil but remembers a freaking calculator? Um, me that's who.
I feel embarrassment push out of my cheeks like two new grown daisies. I feel like there should be a billion signs over my head, pointing down that are not only written in bold print, but are screaming; Loser here, look-y look, she's a loser. I mentally swat away the horrible signs and look around me. Isn't there anyone with a spare pencil?
Annabelle from Physics?
Nope.
Tony from English?
Nada.
I'm on my own. I'm feeling deeply depressed when I feel someone poke my back. If I had fur, it'd be bristling. The nerve of some people! Can't this jerk let me beat myself up in private? I turn around and come nose to lead with a sharp pointed pencil.
My eyes widen. I nearly push back out of my chair. Whoa! I glare up at the person holding the pencil out to me. I could've had an eye poked out! I thought fiercely. I look into very beautiful and bemused, light green eyes. His face is stunning, and reminds me of a cat. His hair is so sleek and such a deep midnight black, I feel like I'm looking at someone who is far from human. Looks count for squat when the brain doesn't work.
So, I still can't help but stutter. "Th-thanks."
I quickly take the pencil from him and swerve around in my chair. Danggit how am I gonna finish this test in time? I think miserably.
The test didn't take as long as I thought it would, thank goodness, I hate tests. I was surprised I could concentrate since I couldn't stop thinking of Mr. Green-Eyes sitting behind me. It was made worse, when he'd finished before me and turned in his paper. It felt like he was staring at me as I was trying to work. I wanted to pop him in the shoulder for not leaving me be but, how weird would that be to smack someone for no other reason than you suspect they are staring at you? I would end up getting in trouble and like I need more of that!
I couldn't believe how good it felt finishing and leaving the room stretching. I didn't have high hopes for my score but I'd worry about that later. I felt like a freed animal, maybe a majestic tiger, who had just been released back into the wild. Guess the cough syrup was working. I didn't feel sick at all any more.
I felt my stomach rumble unexpectedly and decided to head for the vending machine. I hadn't had breakfast I realized, I'd forgotten in my rush to get to school. I was rounding the corner when I noticed Mr. Green-Eyes was there looking at the selection of goodies. Crap! I didn't want to give the pencil back yet! I still had more classes to go!
I was going to slowly back away when I had the strangest feeling something was off. Assuming Green-Eyes had bought something, the machine would've dropped it and he'd be on his merry way. The thing was, the machines spiral dispensers weren't moving. Items were falling on their own! I felt stunned. How did he do that?
His hand was against the glass and I noticed a small flowing green light emanating from his palm. As fast as it had happened it ended, he yanked his hand away from the glass and he kneeled down to gather his loot.
I felt my cheeks blaze. That robber! I don't care how he did whatever he'd done, this was stealing and my mama always taught me stealing was wrong! I found myself marching right up to him, finger pointed menacingly in his face.
"What on earth are you doing you thief!"
Green-Eyes looked down at me stunned.
"I hope you know you're going to pay for those!" I barked.
He blinked a few times and stared. As if he had no idea what I was talking about! Did the guy not speak English? The nerve of this guy!
"That little hand trick whatever was amusing my friend, but those treats aren't free you know."
He blinked and slowly a smile spread across his beautiful face.
Crap.
What if he really didn't speak English? Then I was just a fool yelling at a foreigner! Maybe he spoke French? Spanish? Was he from China? I only knew English.
"My name isn't thief, it's Green."
How amusing, a name to match his eye color. Wait! English! He did understand me! I was beginning to see sparks of red.
"I don't give a tic on a dogs behind." I said waving my finger in his face.
He laughed, "You've got a sharp tongue, I like you Inky."
I felt struck stupid. Had I told him my name? I couldn't remember. Then my temper reared its head up, wait a minute did he just call me Inky? I open my mouth to snap out a reply when Green pushed my hand away and snatched my face between his palms. He then proceeded to plant a big kiss right on my mouth.
I blacked out for a moment.
My first kiss.
I just had my first kiss! And it was stolen by a good for nothing vending machine thief!
I went to say something again but he had disappeared. I put my fingers over my lips and feel my cheeks brighten, flaming. I glared at the empty space he had just been. It was decided. I'm going to find and kill him.