pale skin
I jolted at the sound of my alarm clock. I never was a morning person, but unfortunately, I had to go to school. I am a junior in high school and don’t have many friends. I have Chris, he’s practically a brother though. He’s always there for me and I’m grateful for that. I finally decided to get out of bed after laying in it for ten minutes. I went to the restroom and proceeded to get ready to go to school.
I walked downstairs into the living room with my bag over my shoulders. My mom was sitting in the living room watching tv. Or at least that’s what it looked like, every day she sits in front of the tv but never watches it. Just stares of into space, sometimes I wonder what she’s thinking of. Is she thinking about how things could have been different, or can she even understand what happened and she really is just a vegetable like the doctors say? My dad walks into the living room. ¨going to school?¨ He asks.
¨yeah just wanted to say bye before I left.¨ I walked fully into the living room so I was in my mother’s line of sight. ¨bye mom, I’m going to school now. love you.¨
She doesn’t say a word back, she doesn’t even look at me. ¨love you buddy, have a good day a school. I’ll see you when you get home.¨
I wave goodbye to my dad and walk out the front door. I started walking down the street heading towards my bus stop. When Chris stops his car next to me. ¨hey, need a ride.¨ he asks.
¨sure.¨ I say with fake enthusiasm.
We didn’t speak to each other the drive there. He knew something was wrong with me, and I knew it too. Chris knows me like the back of his hand. He knows when I’m not feeling right. It’s like he can read my mind sometimes. We get to the school parking lot and he parks. He looks at me and opens his mouth. ¨you haven’t been eating have you, Crystal?¨ he says with the concern of a father.
¨no I haven’t.¨ I say apologetically because I knew he was disappointed.
¨we´ll talk more about this later. I’ll see you later in class.¨ he says getting out of the car.
I get out too and started heading to class. When I got to class I was a few minutes late. Apparently, there was a new classmate.
He was sitting in the back of the class, next to my usual seat. I was kinda mad because I didn’t really like sitting next to other classmates. But maybe he’s not that bad. I sat down next to him, at looked at him closely. He was gorgeous, he had medium length black hair. Intense blue eyes, and pale skin. I guess he noticed I was looking at him because he looked back at me. ¨need something.¨ he asked, not sarcastically but gently.
¨I, uh, you’re new right?¨ I asked.
¨My names Alexander Smith, I just mover here. Whats your name?¨He says, with a deep beautiful voice.
¨My names Crystal Vince. Nice to meet you.¨I say in a hushed tone.
He looked me up and down and I couldn’t help but blush. I had never felt this way towards anyone that’s looked at me before. He’s just another guy, who so just happens to be the most gorgeous guy i've ever seen. I’ve never come to terms with my sexuality. I’d always ignored it, never had time to really think about myself. I have to help my dad, help my mother. I don’t have time for myself anymore, I have to graduate to take care of my mother.
“Hey, you ride bus 94?” Alexander asks sounding almost as if he wanted me to say yes.
“Um yeah, how’d you know?” I asked.
“The bus monitor asked everyone on the bus where you were.” He said looking at me as if he were studying me even more.
“Um, why do you keep looking at me like that?” I say bashfully , blushing even harder.
“You’re beautiful, I cant take my eyes off you.” He says looking at me with his head resting on his hand.
“Um.” I started stuttering I didn’t know how to react I felt weird.
He looked apologetic”Oh I’m sorry, do you not.” I interrupted him.
“No, it's not that I don’t like men. Or you, I just never tried something like that.” I say honestly, trying not to offend him.
“Oh, well you want to find out?” He says with a seductive grin.
Alexander and I only have two classes together, but he somehow manages to find me in the halls. He’s different than most guys, or people in general that I’ve talked to. He’s different, I don’t know how else to explain it. I keep getting lost in his eyes, they’re so full of pain. But somehow full of wonder. His skin is pale, almost as if it could sparkle in the light. I wanted to know what it felt like. To touch his skin, and feel it against mine.
