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Far Out ((Part 1)) |
| Written by Sneh Srivastava | |
| Tuesday, 01 April 2008 | |
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Share it:      He had promised his mother he wouldn’t (and he knew how she easily she could squeeze the truth out of him). He had promised his priest he wouldn’t. (What would he say at confession?) And worst of all, he had promised the teacher he wouldn’t, and he was more scared than anything of feeling those piercing hawk eyes drilling into the back of his head, or feeling the lash of her tongue as she would berate him, for hours on end, about how undoubtedly sinful his behavior, his thoughts, his whole innate being was. He wouldn’t have looked over, at that little Irish darling, if the boy hadn’t looked at him first. With a mischievous glint in his left eye, a red bang draped over the other, the boy smiled at him. It was a pretty smile, composed of pinkish lips framing a set of pearly white teeth that made Jesse forget he was in a crowded classroom, and that everyone was slowly begin to focus their attention on him. A warm burst of sunlight highlighted the back of Jesse's neck as the boy continued to look into his eyes. Eventually Mrs. Larson, with her piercing hawk eyes, coughed angrily and announced, “Class, this is our newest student, Indiana Rivers. He just moved here from a big city in New York...I hope you'll all help him get adjusted to the things around here." The second the words had left her lips, Jesse could feel her beady pupils locking onto him, a warning issuing from her cold gray eyes: Don't you dare, Jesse Adrien Worth. Don't you dare try to catch his eye, or talk to him. Don't you dare even think what I know you're thinking at this moment. Don't. You. Dare. And he wouldn't have even tried to challenge her unspoken authority, or step over that sharp line that had forcibly been etched into his mind, if Indiana hadn't looked at him again. If Indiana hadn't looked at him, and opened his mouth, and said, "Hey, what's your name?", he might've done all right. As clearly as he could remember, that was the defining moment that had marked when everything had gone horribly, terribly, wonderfully wrong. Copyright 2008 Sneh =] |
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