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Faith in Love
With slow steps and a heavy heart, Faith walked down the halls of her new school, looking for Room 219. However, this simple task proved somewhat unlikely since there didn’t seem to be a 219. And did there have to be so many people in the way? Was it really necessary to stand in the middle of the hall and not acknowledge a polite, “Pardon me,” for the umpteenth time? Maybe they’d all be more polite for a “Mind getting out of the way?”
Looking back to sneer at her, the group did step aside. “Rude b***h,” one stated as she passed by. Faith ignored the girl and continued her blind search for the elusive Room 219. She reached the double doors at the end of the hall just as the bell rang. Turning back around, she saw the group still there. They were the only ones in the hall and they were staring at her. "Maliciously" she’d describe the stares as.
We all have moments in our lives when we feel the threat of danger, and we’d all like to stand and be brave in the face of that danger. However, the majority of us do run away, despite how ashamed we know we will feel about it later. Faith was no exception to this.
Turning sharply on her heel in a graceless about-face, Faith pushed through the double doors and walked out to the sunny day…and into a very hard something-or-other that nearly knocked her down the steps. Why hadn’t she fallen to her death; or rather, fallen down a few steps to be a little bruised and a lot embarrassed?
The answer might have something to do with the very muscular arm she gripped tightly. Looking up slightly, she saw that said arm belonged to an also-muscular chest, which belonged to – looking slightly higher; she saw – a disturbingly gorgeous face. Slight scruff covering a well-defined jaw line, sculpted nose under sharp blue eyes. Faith thought of all the different adjectives she could use to describe this thing of perfection, whose arm she still gripped tightly.
“Feel free to let go any time now.”
“Uh?” she replied numbly. What was it about good-looking people that made even normally intelligent ones dumb? Her friend Lily had a paranoid theory about such people: “The smarter people would rule the world if gorgeous people didn’t always get in the way. God made them to balance things out. Otherwise the stupid and unattractive peeps would be screwed.” Too bad Lily had gone off to school in another state. Faith missed having her wingman.
The arm, still in her grip, tugged free as the gorgeous face scowled down at Faith.
“Um. Sorry,” she offered, looking away from the man; then held up her schedule, examining it as she continued, “Uh. Do you know where Room 219 is? I looked through the whole building and can’t find it. It doesn’t get lower than 233 unless I missed a hall somewhere. I mean, I took a tour of the campus about a week ago but I hadn’t had my schedule then, so I hadn’t taken note of where the classrooms might be…”
Yup, she thought as she rambled, first they make you speechless, and then you can’t shut up. Way to go, Faith. You are an obvious dweeb.
Snatching her schedule and glancing over it briefly before rolling his eyes, he felt it necessary to direct Faith to the proper classroom…in its proper building…on the other side of the campus.
“How did you even make it to college if you can’t read? It says 219 is in Building B. This is C, airhead.”
For a moment, Faith was too shocked to speak. Then she remembered Lily’s rule that helpfully opposed even ‘God’s law of beautiful people’: “Most gorgeous people are mean jerks. That is the counter-balance. It keeps them from overpowering us.”
He started through the double doors. Faith sent a silent thanks to Lily and her crazy labeling before regaining her senses in time to give the retreating creep a proper verbal pummeling. And in order to properly confront him verbally, she had to physically grab his attention. She threw her shoe at his head. Bull’s-eye.
Before he turned to scowl at her once again, she started in on him, “Just because you’re hotter than hell doesn’t mean you get to act like a condescending jerk! And I’m not an airhead! I’m allowed to have an off-day!”
Had she really just said he was hotter than hell, and wasn't it supposed to be unflattering?
He looked amused and surprised and not angry, which was a very good thing in Faith’s opinion, so she decided it was the perfect time to storm off. She hoped to never have to see that guy again but after getting halfway to Building B, she realized she’d left her shoe. How could she not notice she only had one shoe?
Looking back towards the steps, she confirmed that he was, of course, no longer there. But neither was her shoe. That jerk took her shoe!
 FiiBee · Sun Mar 14, 2010 @ 05:13am · 0 Comments |
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