Hey everyone, I hope you had a great weekend. Today is Monday (UGH...), and I'm in a very BLAH mood today. So, instead of another one of my witty, insightful posts (go ahead and laugh. I know you want to! LOL), I'm going to share with you a little sneak peek from one of my WIPs, Static.
FYI: This piece is probably rough, so consider yourself forewarned!! ;)
Hiding in the corner of the small room was a long mirror, one of those mirrors that made you look bad even on the best of days. I couldn’t risk another chance of being humiliated this week. Stomaching my disgust for white walls and the smell of bleach and Lysol, I made my way over to the mirror to make sure I wasn’t suffering from a case of bed head. Pulling the band from my now lopsided pony tail, I smoothed the plaits of hair with my fingers. My hand brushed over a tender spot where a bump was beginning to form. The pain throbbed in sync with each beat of my heart and I winced making a mental note not to do that again.
As I turned to leave, I saw him standing in the doorway, watching me with a wicked smirk. I jumped back, knocking a row of chairs askew in my wake. My heart skipped and blood flooded my cheeks. They always sold me out.
Moronically, I stared dumbfounded, speechless.
It was Jaxon Wilhelm. He was one of the many new faces at the beginning of the year, and he had immediately made a reputation for himself as a loner the second he arrived. I wasn’t really sure why because he had popular written all over him. From his chocolate cropped locks and lean, toned physique to his I’m better than everyone so don’t even think about wasting my time attitude… he had it nailed down. He was much more equipped for my circle of friends than I. Then again, the only reason I was there was because of Amethyst and… Caleb.
“What are you looking at?” I asked, desperately trying to extinguish my blush.
He stood in silence, hands in pockets, left eyebrow arched, lips hitched into a half smile. His eyes wandered up and down my figure. Tugging at the bottom of my shirt was almost an automatic reaction, but I stood my ground and felt ridiculously uncomfortable doing so.
Shaking his head, he spun on his heel and padded off toward the exit without so much as considering my question.
“Better double check that mirror. You missed a hair, princess,” he said, amusement coloring his tone.
The door slammed shut and I twisted around to check my reflection. My hair looked fine. Good, enough. Part of me couldn’t help but wonder what he was doing here, staring, at me. Avoiding my questions. But the other half, the broken half, couldn’t care less.
The official ruling was in: boys suck! No one could change my mind about that—no matter how cute they were.
I hope you all enjoyed this little snippet from Static. And I hope you have a fabulous Monday. I'll be back on Wednesday--hopefully a little less BLAH.