She was new and quiet, sat off by herself when lunch rolled around. I sat down next to her. Still don't know why. After long, long moments of silence, I ask, "You got a name?"
"Storm Davis, kid. Call me Stormie."
"Storm?"
"My sister is named Skye."
"Storm and Skye?"
"My parents' sense of humor is scary." She continued picking at her salad.
"I'm Daniel King. Call me Daniel."
"I'd rather not." When those blue eyes looked up, they pierced my soul. She knew everything about me. She seemed to know about the drugs I took last weekend, the scars that laced up my arms, and the porn under my bed. I liked that feeling.
"Why not?"
"Men are filthy. That's what Mommy says anyway...but the girls here are all over the men." Smiling, I told her not all men are filth.
"I'll show you." With that, we made plans to go out that Friday.
Alex's Notes:
This was really fun to write. I love it.
Also, I may add their date later.
"When those blue eyes looked up, they pierced my soul. She knew everything about me. She seemed to know about the drugs I took last weekend, the scars that laced up my arms, and the porn under my bed. I liked that feeling."
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