Love Misunderstood

After retrieving my borrowed Chemistry book, I returned to class. Mr. Coleman was not angry, but warned me to not take too long next time. Upon hearing the bell ring, I am relieved to know that class is done and that lunch is now then I have an English literature lesson after, which is one of my favorite subjects to take, I enjoy reading and I love to write poems trying to get my emotions down on a page.

As I was in the lesson as Mr. Coleman talked about something to do with chemicals, my mind kept returning to Caden. He never talks to anyone and is often referred to as the "Outsider." Girls are attracted to him, yet he does not show any interest in them. Many have tried to be the one to 'fix' him, none have succeeded so far, He's made it clear he doesn't want nor care for attention so everyone has pretty much backed off.

I don't think he needs to be fixed, just someone there for him, that he can be himself with. It's obvious to anyone who has eyes that he is extremely handsome, however I believe he does not care about his appearance, which just adds to his attractiveness. The more I observed him I notice he has bags under his eyes, as though he had not slept the night before. He typically sits alone at lunch with no food, and reads a book beneath the blossoming tree.

I never realised I had analysed him so much.

He is so interesting, I just want to know more, but the rumours kept me away. I heard he has been arrested, has many tattoos that aren't visible to anyone as he has sleeves on all the time, beaten up his dad, and even murdered someone.

But who knows what's true anymore unless the person tells you?

I walked to the canteen with my phone in my hand while reading a novel online about two people who never met in person who fell in love over the phone, eventually met, and lived happily ever after. I like that they never met each other because it means they fell in love with each other's souls. Reminds me of the movie 'You've Got Mail' starring Tom Hanks. 

I look up as I am about to walk into someone and pass them, as well as noticing a girl sitting at my regular table, and I walk up to her, she smiles at me and I return it sitting across from her, my best friend Clara. She has brown hair and very bold hazel eyes. She has a very strong opinion and will tell you how it is. Some of the time it's helpful; other times I want to hit her with a chair.

We met when we were fifteen, when I moved from another school to hers, and she saw me and how scared I was, and she said anxiety was totally normal, she has been there from when I passed my hardest art exam to when I had my first ever heart break.

"Hey, are you alright?" I ask as I sit down, noticing a troubled expression on her face, her head tilted looking over her shoulder to the right and I spot Megan, aka the bitch of the place, she is with her friends sitting on the table instead of around it since they think they are all high and mighty, I internally roll my eyes then look to the left more and notice the canteen is nearly out of food, so I think that might be why Clara's annoyed, nobody gets in-between her and her food, I should know I had a bruise to prove it.

"Yeah, fine, why?" I do not buy that response for a second.

"Why are you staring over there?" She looks at me in a shocked way then some sort of relief passes over her eyes when she realises I'm motioning to the food section, but goes back into her pretend annoyed expression, hmm.

She starts. "How did you-"

"- know?" I reply, cutting her off. "We have been friends for too long, you are so predictable."

With a slight smile that doesn't fully reach her eyes, she goes on to ramble for the next few minutes about how pissed she is that there aren't any fries, or was it no hot guys? I don't really listen since I'm looking over her shoulder at a particular person I met this morning.