He wants me, Only me

Chapter 1

I hate Monday morning, not because I hate going to school, no I like going to school. I like watching people going on with their lives. The small things they do and the big things. I guess it intrigues me, I like to try and guess why people do the things they do. It’s like those tik toks where they say ‘Do you sometimes wonder what is going on in a persons head’. I make a game of it trying to guess. I think my game has made me a very good judge of character. The reason I don’t like Mondays is just about the getting up early again. Weekends are to short. I like sleeping in and doing nothing and then bam! Mondays comes around and I have to get up at six and it is just to early for me.

So here I am dragging myself out of the bed on this Monday morning. I walked over to my bathroom. It’s a routine for me, I go and pee and then I look at my face in the mirror it’s always covered in pillow marks from how I sleep. I toss a lot during the night. I always sleep on my stomach more to one side with my knee pushed out next to me my one arm underneath the pillow and as soon as I loose feeling in my shoulder I turn onto the other one and I repeat that the whole night. I dream a lot to. I looked at the mirror at myself. I saw some shadows under my eyes making my green eyes seem brighter. I quickly washed my face with a warm cloth; I grabbed my wooden brush and pulled it through my wavy blonde hair. I went back to my bed switched on my electric warm blanket and put my chest of make-up on the bed. I don’t do a lot of make-up. I just do my brows and and put on a bit of concealer and blush that I put on my cheek bones and lightly stroke over my nose to give it a sun kissed look. Lastly I add some mascara and if I feel really good I add a winged eyeliner. Today I’m feeling good so I went ahead. This is the moment I hate the most from my routine, getting out of the warm bed. I sighed and got up to get dressed. I picked a white a-line skirt with a baby pink halter crop top and a floral cardigan. I put on a pair of floral wedges. I took one last look of myself before grabbing my sling bag and leaving my room. I went to the kitchen where my mom had already gotten my breakfast ready. Today's breakfast was a fruit salad. My mom isn’t around all that much. Breakfast is the only time we have to spend together. After that I go to school and halfway through my day she goes to work and she only gets back after I have already gone to bed. I quickly ate my breakfast before leaving for school. I usually walk to school I like the solitude it offers; it is how I prepare myself for the day ahead. I sum up what has to be done and what I wish to achieve. As for today I need to start to consider some after school programs or even some during school. Anything to help with my college application. Having great school spirit doesn’t count if you aren’t on a team or a cheerleader. I might go out for the decorating club, it could be fun, since I am very creative, as for sports that is a big nope I’m not really all that coordinated. The school isn’t that far from my house so I made it there in no time at all. My achievement for the day is to be kind. Corny I know, but I can’t stress how much one smile can make someones day better.

“You’re here! Finally! You know how much I hate to walk into that jungle alone!” That would be my best friend Estella, I usually just call her Essie. Her name sounding way to adult for her level of hyperactivity.

“Of course I’m here where else would I be on a Monday morning?” We’ve known each other for a very long time. As toddlers we went to the same playgroup and since that moment we’ve become inseparable. We are that clingy type friends that always hang out together, no not at all. We don’t have to be together to be friends. We’ll always be friends no matter what it is a bond that can’t be broken. We kind of came up with our alternative friendship when we came to high school. We don’t have many classes together as our interest are completely polar difference and she got a boyfriend pretty early on. I didn’t want to be a third wheel. So when we want to hang out we do if not we don’t and there is never any hard feelings.

“You have a good point. I’m just nervous for that first moment of walking through the doors. You know I have always hated it. It’s in that first second when everyone stares at you, it makes me so self conscious at least until I’m at my locker by then I have all my confidence back and can do a cat walk in those halls.” She explained this to me while twirling her red hair nervously. I’ve heard this speech so many times I can recite it by heart. I’ve never had a problem with someone staring at me. I just don’t really care I just do my own thing no matter what. Maybe it’s because the right person hasn’t ever looked at me. Probably if I met someone I like then I’ll start tugging on my clothes and wonder if I look okay, but until then I’ll just do me.

“Come on crazy person.” I linked our arms and started pulling her through the school doors and to our lockers. She walked with such confidence I really don’t know what the problem is. It’s also not like she actually needs to impress someone she had been taken since our first week of high school. She just stole his heart with her blue eyes and red hair. They have a very cute relationship, he really loves her, always has and always will. I’m single by choice it’s not like I’ve gotten offers, I have gotten a lot, but I’ve never been interested enough to actually get involved.

“Good morning Beautiful.” I felt arms going around my body, holding onto me tightly. I could feel his body basically hovering over min. I’m only 5 feet 2 and the problem attached to me 6 feet 1. This personal space invaders name is Bradley. He doesn’t take no for an answer and he is deaf to complaints. I felt him leaning his head on the top op mine, his chin digging into me.

“Morning Bradley, can you please detach yourself.” He was so close that I could feel the rumble in his chest as he laughed. So why do I endure this and not put him in his place…well I have tried many times and he is Emmett; Essie’s boyfriends best friend. He is always around; I can’t even count the many times I have told him no. He just simply act like I’m his. He let go of me only to turn me around to face him. Don’t get me wrong Bradley is hot, there is no doubt about that. The girls basically crawl behind him like begging puppies. He has dark brown hair and the darkest blue eyes I’ve ever seen, but he isn’t my type.

“Why are you so grumpy, sweetheart?” he is way to close again, as he turned me around he bed down making me face him, our faces are only inches away. This makes me nervous, since he has tried multiple times to steal a kiss from me. He succeeded once, claiming my first real kiss as his.

“Come on man. We talked about this. Leave her alone, she isn’t interested. I really don’t want to drag you away again.” Que Emmett. He is probably the tallest guy in school and thank goodness when he is around he can control his hormonal friend.

“I’m just teasing her. You always make me so jealous with your and Estella’s hot relationship. I just feel like the two hottest people in school should be getting it on.” He threw a wink at me and I just rolled my eyes at him.

“Okay I’m heading to the office to look at some programs, bye” I excused myself from that scenario and made my way to the office. Bradley can be a pain and he is one of the reason I really don’t mind not spending lunch with Essie. It took me no time at all to get to the office as I was speed walking. The bell is going to ring soon signaling the first period.

“Good morning ma’am. I just wanted to hear what programs still have some empty spots available?” I asked the receptionist sitting behind her desk. She smiled at me before handing me a binder that has all the sign up sheet in them. I paged through the binder cringing at some of the activities that I would suck at like: Debate I like talking, but arguing a side is not for me, Dance club - I’d actually need to be coordinated. I can dance pretty good actually, but following an routine on tempo without getting lost…not so much. Athletics - sweating profusely while killing myself in the sun…Big no. Then finally I came to the decorating club, but it was full. This sucks. I should have signed up on the first day, but then I thought I still have a year left after this where I can focus on everything I need. It was only talking to my cousin that is currently studying that she told me that check your whole high school participation, because they weigh out the ones who just do the activities in their last year to show they did something. They want dedication. Now what am I going to do?

“Thank you.” I said as I handed the binder back. Depressed and unmotivated that is my current mood.

“Did you find something?” The lady asked me smiling at me. She has always been so nice to everyone. No matter what you want she always helps you with a smile.

“No all the clubs I’m interested in are full. I guess I’ll just have to play it by ear and see if anything opens up.” I admitted giving her a small smile back.

“You know we have one club that is still empty, it’s new and isn’t in the binder. It’s a hospitality club. It’s all about helping the school. Like when their is a meeting for example the financial meeting with the parents the hospitality club is incharge of setting up and playing hostess. Usually the school would just ask some of our best students to participate, but the principle thought it would be better if we had volunteers.” It sounds interesting, it would probably take a lot of dedication and time. Both things I do have. The only problem is that I’ll be the first to sign up. So I’ll have my work cut out for me. Maybe I could get Essie to join as well.

“That sounds great.” I told her. She immediately handed me a sign up sheet. I signed my name. Black on white no going back now. I’m in the hospitality club now.

“This is great and I already have your first task for you.” One second in and I already have something to do. Hopefully it’s not something to hard. I would like to get use to being in the club and the rules before I take something hard on. Now I’m freaking out on the inside. What if I fail?

“We have a new student joining us today, he is just having a talk with the principle. Your job is to assist him. Show him around and most importantly show him some hospitality.” Showing a new student around isn’t that bad, at least it’s an easy first task.

“You can just wait for him.” I nodded and took a seat. I just don’t want to be late for class. I’m never late, at least I’ll have a good excuse. I looked at the receptionist she is still pretty young, maybe that is why she is so nice, people always believe the older you get the less you care about your job. I don’t ever want to become complacent in my career. That is why I want to become a flight attendant, but before that I’m going to college just to get a back up plan. It was my mom’s condition to me before she accepted my career choice. I’m going to study hotel management meaning I’m getting my degree in hospitality so this club will be exceptionally beneficial to my career. My mom is a clerk at a hotel one town over. She usually leave at 12 in the afternoon as her shift starts at 13:00 and she works till 21:00. I heard the door of the principles office opening so I looked up. Out of the office came the hottest boy I’ve ever seen. For the first time in high school I checked to see if my outfit was fine. He turned and looked at me his blue eyes crashing into my green ones. My heart speed up. He smiled my way before turning and shaking hands with the principle.

“Sir. Miss Cargonova has just signed up for the hospitality club.” The receptionist informed the principle. He looked at me from behind the boy and I shyly smiled back at him.

“That’s perfect. Shane you can just go with her then. Trust me you are in good hands.” I slightly blushed, because now this blonde hair blue eyed boy is staring at me. My blush grew deeper. Oh my goodness, why now, why him… And then he smiled again.

“You two should get going or you’ll be late.” The receptionist said. I nodded and walked over to the door, trying to pull my self together before I have to talk to him. I’ve never in my life had such an reaction to a boy in my life. Calm breaths. I can do this. I’m not some shy person. We walked out the door and into the hall.

“Hi my name is Vanya.” I got the words out with no problem.

“I’m Shane , it’s nice to meet you. Here is my schedule, you can just point me in the right direction. I don’t want you to get in trouble when the bell rings.” I’m not ready to say goodbye yet, sure I’ll see him around, but I’d like to get to know him better.

“It’s a part of my job to show you around. It’s no trouble at all.” I looked down at his schedule and we had the first period together. That’s lucky.”

“We have the first period together. Like I said it’s no trouble at all.” I started walking with him following right next to me. I glances at him and then back at his schedule, I’m so nervous, what if he sees me watching him.

“So Shane  are you new in town?” I actually got the nerve to ask him a question. He did that damn smile thing again. How can he just make my heart speed up with a smile. I must say it is a cute smile.

“Actually no. I’ve been living here for about a year I was in the boys school at the edge of town for the last year. I’m a foster, they thought it would be easier for me to adjust to an all boy school with no distraction. I’m starting to see why, because if I met you a year ago when I was ‘adjusting’ you would have been a major distraction.” I stopped for a second after hearing his words, but quickly picked up the pace again. Did he really just say that? Did he just flirt with me. I do think so. I feel like giggling that would be very girly, I’ll just hold it in. What do I say to that though? My mind is blank, I really don’t mind being a distraction to him, but I can’t say that and I can’t keep quiet, because he’d probably think that I’m judging him about being a foster child.

“Sorry that was very forward. I usually just speak my mind and all on my mind right now is how beautiful you are.” There he goes again. He is really forward and I like that about him, what you see and hear is what you get.

“Thanks.” Thanks! Really is that the best I got. I could flirt back a bit. Yes that is what I’ll do. Just as I opened my mouth the bell rang. Great! Just great. At least we are near the class. I grabbed his hand and pulled him along with me to it to ensure that we weren’t late. I pulled him right into the class and it is only after we were standing in front of the whole class I realized what I was doing. I was holding his hand. I looked down at our hands and blushed deadly red, then I looked up at him and he was smile at me a devilish smile. I quickly pulled away and went to sit down. I heard him laugh and I blushed even more. I quickly took my things out and acted like I was busy while we waited for the teacher. It was hard because I felt someone staring at me. Another first, I turned around looking for the culprit and saw that Shane  was looking at me smiling and then he winked. Then I saw Bradley who looked pissed and he was glaring this is just great.

When the period was over I had felt a sense of relieve knowing the staring would stop. I walked outside and waited for Shane to show him to our next class. He came walking out of the glass smiling. He looks so cute when he smiles. I was just about to talk to him when I felt a familiar arm go around my body.

“Hi babe. Who is your new friend?” I rolled my eyes at him, is he really going to pretend like he is my boyfriend right now. This is really overstepping it. I looked up at him to the side and gave him a deadly look, he unfortunately just brushed it off.

“Not now, Bradley. We need to get going.” I said making sure he understands that I’m leaving with Shane. I really need to talk to him about this behaviour. I’ve told him no countless times before and it is only getting worse, it’s like he wants to force me into an relationship.

“Okay let’s go then.” Bradley said grabbing my hand trying to pull me along with him, which wouldn’t be hard as I only weigh 52 kg. I ripped my hand out of his, he didn’t expect it at all so it was fairly easy.

“I’m going with Shane, we have the next class together. You aren’t in that class. Come on Shane.” I grabbed his arm pulling him along with me. I’m furious. I don’t think he has every made me this angry.

“Was that your boyfriend? I didn’t know you were in a relationship, I wouldn’t have said all those things this morning.” I’m going to kill him, the first guy I’ve been remotely interested in and now he is apologizing to me for flirting.

“He is not my boyfriend, he is just a thorn in my side.” I explained to Shane as simply as I could without getting into it all.

“So he touches you like that without your permission all the time?” How I longed for the flirty conversation we had earlier. It was so much better than this. We were still a bit away from the class and I wished for it to magically move closer. At least after this period it is break.

“I was thinking that during break, I could go show you where the rest of your classes is. We only have the last period together again. Then I’ll show you where the cafeteria is.” He stopped and since I was still holding onto his arm I was pulled back. He took hold of my arms turning me around to face him.

“Does he bother you a lot?” I could see the worry in his eyes. They were so descriptive. I forgot to answer, I just got lost in those eyes. Staring into those forever blue pools. Then I felt him cupping my cheek with his hand. It got me out of the trance.

“He doesn’t mean any harm. You don’t need to worry. I’ve been dealing with him for over three years now. He just doesn’t give up. He is actually a friend of sorts. He’ll never take it further than touching.” He just kept staring into my eyes for a few seconds longer and then he pulled me into a hug. It felt nice, he wasn’t that much taller than me, he is around 5 ft. 11. I hugged him back by folding my arms around him. That is when the bel rang and we were officially late for class. I quickly pulled away grabbing his hand again and started running. We made it to the class, this time I let go of his hand before entering the class.

The period had gone by in no time, I had caught Shane looking at me a couple of times, I blushed and turned away. My mind keep going back to the hug we shared. After the class I showed Shane around, this time he took my hand in his as we walked down the hall. Then I showed him the cafeteria. As we walked in hand in hand Bradley got up and stormed out glaring at us. Drama, drama, drama. We got something to drink knowing that there isn’t enough time left for us to actually eat something. We then went to sit with Essie and Emmett. I introduced then to Shane and they all seemed to get along. When the bell rang we parted ways as we didn’t have the next class together. Emmett had the same class as him so they left together.

“What the hell, Van!” Bradley said blocking me in between his arms and a wall.

“Bradley, this needs to stop. How many times do I have to tell no. This has seriously gone to far. You need to stop acting like we are together.” I finally said my say, hoping this time he actually hears me.

“Van I have been waiting for you since we started high school. No matter how many times you told me no, I kept on hoping that one day when you are finally ready to date you’ll see me, but you never did and suddenly this new guy shows up and you’re falling over yourself to get to him. What makes him so special? Why didn’t you ever look at me that way?” That is the most honest thing Bradley has ever said to me. He wasn’t putting on his act of cool guy, he was being open and honest.

“I don’t know why it’s him and not you, but Bradley it is him. When I see him I just feel something.” I was equally as honest with him. He sighed letting his arms drop.

“I’m not giving up. We will be married one day.” I couldn’t help but, laugh at him.

After school I saw Shane walking so I ran up to him. I poked his shoulder to let him know I was behind him.

“hey stranger, you walking home?” I asked him as he turned around.

“Yeah I like walking it gives me time to think.” Wow, that is exactly why I like walking.

“Me too.” I simply said. He took my hand in his and we started to walk. This is nice. The both of us walked in silence, just thinking. I was thinking about him hoping he was thinking about me. We were nearing my street and then we’d have to split up, but I don’t want to. Not now.

“I wanted to know if you might want to go and do something tonight? I need to go home now, but I really want us to do something other than walking to class.” Is he actually asking me out on a date. I really want to go on a date with him.

“Sure, but I do have a curfew. I need to be back before 21:00 since it is a school day.” I said hoping that the time would be fine with him.

“That’s okay. We can go and see the 17:00 movie. I just need to go sign in at my foster parents and tell them what the plans are. I’ll come and pick you up. I’ll be here around 16:30.” I nodded at him and then it hit me.

“I’ll live down this street at number 15. Can I maybe get your number. I’ll text you the location.” This is the first time that I actually asked a guy for his number, they usually asked me for it. He gave me his number and I made my way home. I quickly texted him the address and then I called my mom at work, I don’t usually do it, but I just had to tell her that I was going home and that I met a boy. She told me that I could take the money out of the emergency jar, just for in case. After the phone call I rushed upstairs and started looking for something to wear. I only had an hour left to get ready. I decided on a white dress, it was longer in the back and shorter in front. It was tight up to my hips and then it flowed down. The whole dress had a layer of soft lace covering it, they lace layer a bit longer as the dress. All along my middle there was cut out pieces just covered in lace. I had bought this awhile back, but never had a good enough reason to where it. With it I wore silver sandals. Lastly I touched up my make-up and slightly curled my hair. He was exactly on time, I didn’t wait for him to climb out the car and come to the door, I opened it up and started walking out I was so nervous, but then I saw him standing there with flowers. It was the first time anyone bought me flowers. I took them and rushed inside putting them in a vase with water. Then I realized I left him outside and I rushed back out.

“Thank you for the flowers, they are beautiful. I’m sorry I’m a bit nervous.” He took my hand placing a kiss on it before leading me to the car.

“It’s okay I’m nervous too. You look gorgeous. You took my breath away when you came rushing out of the house.” I blushed deep red at his words, he held open the car door for me and then we left. He was the perfect gentleman the whole night. He let me pick the movie and I could pick any snacks. He paid for everything. He also held my hand the whole time. As far as first dates go it was perfect. He then dropped me at home, he kissed my cheek before leaving. I wanted so badly for him to actually kiss me. I swear my lips were aching for it. As I walked up to the front door I saw a package. I picked it up before going inside. Once inside I quickly grabbed a glass of water. I feel so flushed just thinking about tonight, about his lips touching my skin…I shook my head trying to focus. Once I focused up I turned to the package on the counter it was addressed to me. Opening it there was a small letter. It was written on black paper in white words.

My demons stir while I lay awake thinking of you,

My heart yearns for the touch of you,

Silently I wait in the shadow of night,

Waiting for just one sight.

I couldn’t decide if this was romantic or just completely off. I put the poem aside and opened the wrapping that is inside the box. Inside I saw a few photos of me. Most of them taken at night, some of them were recent and some were taken at least a couple of months ago. My heart started to race, my palms were sweaty as I stared at the photos. All of them were taken through my bedroom window. This must be someone’s idea of a sick prank. It must be Bradley, who else would do this. As I was about to put the photos back I saw something else in the box. It was binocular, accompanied by another letter.

I spy with my little eye…you.

Can you see me too. 

I grabbed them and ran to my room, looking out of the window that the photos were taken with. I rapidly looked around my breathing going crazy. I wanted to see something, but I also didn’t. What if I do see someone? Just as the though popped up I froze because across from my window on the other side of the road in between two houses stood a dark figure, I could feel him staring at me. I couldn’t see its face he was in the shadows escaping the light with a hood pulled over his head. He wasn’t moving he just kept on staring at me. I let the binocular fall. I rushed to close my curtains. I was on the verge of crying. What if he comes inside, who would do this? This is a sick joke! I was shaking uncontrollably. I rushed and put the light out. Then I crawled over to the window, I picked up the binoculars in my shaking hands, my tears were spilling over. I slowly got up and peeked out the side of the window. Looking frantically for him. He wasn’t there anymore.

Where is he?

What is he doing?

What if he is already in the house?