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Chapter 2
I woke up the next day with the roar of the lawn mower coming into my room- the actual lawn mower- not my parents. I guess my dad decided it was a good way to do his chore and wake me up at the same time. I heard him tap my window and begin singing some old rock song that I didn't know. He was making this annoying face. I was about to flick him of when I remembered who he was. I threw a pillow at the window, and my dad flinched as a reflex. Satisfied that I was awake, he continued on mowing his precious lawn. I, on the other hand, was miserable. I looked at the clock. 10:10. I moaned loudly. I got only about nine hours of sleep on a weekend and I was not happy. I forced my body to get up and get to the bathroom.
I drowsily and blindly mad my way to the bathroom. I supported myself while I attempted to aim INTO the toilet bowl. I finished up and made my way to the faucet. I filled it up with cold water, and once it was full, I dunked my head in and got the desired results. I finished washing up and dried myself. I closed the curtains in my room and decided to look for my glasses before getting dressed.
I walked over to my bedside table to look for it. I squinted to see better, but it wasn't there. I thought back to last night. I eyes widened in realization. I hadn't removed them when I got in bed after showering. I searched the bed, praying that they weren't broken into little pieces.
Finally, I found them. There they were, seemingly untouched, under my blanket. I carefully picked them up, and when they did, I think my heart stopped beating. It seemed like minutes. As I picked them up, half of it fell away, falling like shattered glass upon my bed.
"FU-bu," I yelled, careful to change the last two letters of the F word.
I placed the two pieces on my table and decided to put on some clothes. I really didn't care what I wore at the time. My glasses broke. To me, they were like losing the things that made me a guy. I took some tape and put them together carefully. Satisfied, I put them on. I looked into the mirror. I looked like some hobo... not that I have anything against hobos. They're good people, like the one that passed me by last night- this morning. I went out into the kitchen and my dad was there taking a break with a glass of OJ in his hands. My mom was a work.
He looked over at me and I think he almost spit out his juice.
"Hey there, Harry. How're you this fine morning? Quidditch practice?" he greeted me jokingly.
"Ha ha, dad. You are so funny. Look. I am laughing so hard my face is going to explode," I said sarcastically, "I'm going to go by the mall and get me a new pair. And I'm just saying, but I still look better than you."
"Ooh. Ouch. You win. Don't let your "baby soft" skin and those "piercing" gray eyes, both of which your mom goes crazy over, get to your head. You're just lucky I chose your mom. I could've married a pimply, bucktoothed, obese woman," my dad said vengefully.
"Suure, dad. Isn't mom the one who says that SHE chose you?"
He scoffed and chugged down the orange juice in defeat. My dad and I usually have these moments. It's actually pretty fun, in a weird way. I ate some cereal and decided to leave for the mall.
"Don't get hit by a flying ball or anything," my dad said as I left.
"Bye dad. I'll see you later this afternoon," I retorted.
I got into my dad's truck and drove for the mall. It was pretty large and quite new. It had a modern flair toward it, and it was, obviously, the teen hang-out. I parked in the garage to escape the stifling heat of the sun's rays. I got out and was welcomed by man's greatest invention, the air conditioner. I made my way to an eyeglass store.
I tried out some frames and finally picked one without the nose pads. The nice lady said I looked really handsome in them. What else would she say?
"Okay, sir. It'll be ready in about an hour. And if it isn't, we'll give it to you for free!" she said a little too happily.
"Wow. Okay. That'd be great. So I'll just go walk around and be back in an hour," I informed her.
She nodded and I left the store, now wondering where I should go. I didn't have any of my friends with me... so, it wouldn't be as fun. Plus, I couldn't go shopping, since I just bought glasses, which was already expensive to me. In the end I decided to go to Barnes and Noble to browse and maybe read the magazines after the books.
I was practically blind, so I had to make sure to squint to at least see the faint outlines of objects and to try to make out the sections as best as I could. I tried to make my way toward the Sci-fi aisle- I think it was the Sci-fi aisle...
I passed the kid's section and I heard an employee telling some kids a story. I looked over while I was still walking straight foward- which was a bad mistake, seeing as I had the sight of a mole.
And did my mistake hit me- literally. I was walking one second, and the next, I was falling over somebody, squashing that person under my body.
I heard a groan from under me which made me jump up and try to help the person up.
"Holy crap! Are you okay?! I'm sorry. I didn't see you..." I apologized trying to help him up.
He took my hand and I pulled him up to his feet.
"Are you all right? I didn't break anything did I?" I kept asking.
"No.. relax. I'm okay. Didn't you see my crouching on the floor?" the guy I fell on asked.
"Not really... I'm kind of blind. I'm getting my glasses made right now," I said as an excuse.
"Oh. So can you see me?" he asked.
I saw him waving his hand in front of my face. I wasn't BLIND.
"I'm not blind, you know..." I said insulted. The feeling of guilt started to be replaced by irritation.
"Haha. Sorry. I'm just messing with you. I'm all right. I'm Daniel by the way. You can call me Danny if you want," he said pretty happily.
"Ok. Uh, I'm Jeffrey or Jeff."
"Nice to meet you. So you really can't see me?" he asked.
"Not really," I said in reply.
"How 'bout now?" he asked as he moved in right up in my face.
My eyes adjusted focus and what I saw were pretty startling. I saw blood-red eyes with yellow pupils and the sclera was entirely black. No, just kidding. What I saw was really startling though. His eyes were dark blue- which is a first for me- and it seemed like an endless pool where I could just drown in. He had a smirk on a face as if he was satisfied that he just confirmed something. Those lips were seductive...
He pulled back abruptly and said matter-of-factly, "Well. You're pretty cute you know."
I was shocked and pulled out of my trance.
"What?! You're a guy right? Or did I see wrongly?" I asked, although I knew from his voice that he was a guy.
"I see... Forget what I said. You go to McGraw High right?" he asked.
"Yes... I do-"
"Great. I'm the new transfer student, and I'll be seeing you there, Jeff. I can't wait. Consider us friends."
Without letting me speak my mind, he turned around and left the store.
"What the hell is up with that guy? He goes to the same school as I do now? Friends? What in the world... I'm not going to associate with that guy. There's something about him that bothers me..." I thought as I just took a seat in one of the sofas.
But in the back of my mind were those dark pools of blue which seemed to paralyze me everytime I thought of them and those seductive lips which made me want to do... unnatural things.
what's in store for Jeff when he goes to school on Monday. Who is this strong spoken Daniel, whom Jeff is confused with?
Okay. i wrote this at like 1:30 in the morning just after work just to try to get it done. It's more of a filler or maybe one of those cliche bump into type of things. Sorry if it doesn't meet people's standards, but thanks for the emails, positive and negative alike. yawn
Comments/questions: gabe.rapeyls@gmail.com Thanks a lot. The next installment should be out soon.
Other story: Incomplete in the High School section.