🌱🍂Coraline's pov.🍂🌱

Back into the waiting area again. Great. Now watching my uncle be surrounded by huge men I knew he had been uncomfortable. I began to be uncomfortable from just watching him. We made eye contact and he gave me a small reassuring smile, then walked all the way in Mr. Jane's office.

I started to turn around and made eye contact with Kyle. I immediately started to blush, he had a huge smirk that looked good on him. I wish that sometimes I was blind, not because I don't want to see his face, but because then I would have an excuse to touch him.

Wait, did I really just think that? I mean, I am not deneying it. It's weird what this boy has already done to me, it's all new to me and I'm not all that sure how I'm going to deal with it. Just looking at him makes me blush, not hot and bothered, just blushy and squirmy. I'll have to ask uncle how I'm going to deal with all of this. Last time I went through this I got beaten the crap out of and it sucked.

I looked at him agian but this time no smile or smirk on his face. He looked content looking in my direction, or at me. I began to fidget and squirm beneath his gaze. We made eye contact again and out of no where I shivered, this action apparently made him smirk. He started to get comfortable in the small chairs and then we both jumped.

The bell started to go off and then there were children running around trying to get to places as fast as they can, rushing through the halls. We both looked through the window than at each other, we then bursted out into laughter. I haven't laughed like this in forever, I've only laughed like this at home in the safety of my house.

My uncle always made me laugh in order to get something, sort of like a toll to pay. For anything. Even access to the basement and the fridge. Why the basement? That's where the library at home is, plus a hanging chair. I have always wanted one in my room but it costs a pretty penny.

Towards the end of our laughter Kyle stared at me with a look of amazement. I looked back with confusion, I'm sure, clearly written on my face. "Is there something on my face?" I began to question him. He shook his head no then proceeded with, "No, no, no, it's just I haven't heard you laugh like that yet....and I thought it was really cute."

With his words finding my ears I turned into a tomatoe. Him being the only other person to have said that, other than my uncle felt different. More lovingly somehow, not sure how, but somehow. Kyle started to get up until the office door bursted open with a firey red head and a brunette. They immediately went over to Kyle and started examining him.

"Are you ok dude?" The brunette spoke first and Kyle nodded yes. Next thing I saw was a hand coming down onto the side of his head, hard. "Why in the hell, would you fight a bab like Coraline!" The red head yelled. Kyle then flinched but fixed his posture, he began to speak but was interrupted by the brunette. Kyle was being sculded By one of his friends, like he was a child and the brunette was his mother. 

Now that I think about it, I remember these two. They're the other kids in gym, and I believe Kyle's close friends from what I seen. The shorter of the two, red head, looked at me with a small amount of confusion. I looked at my shirt and remembered that I still had the bloody shirt and forgoten to ask for a new shirt. I looked back at him and started to open my mouth to speak but the brunette beat me to it.

"Are you ok? I'm sorry about that, I'm sure he didn't mean it." I looked at him in sudden shock. I leaned forward to look at Kyle who was smiling with guilt and mouthed 'I'm sorry' to me. I looked back up to the brunette who was awaiting my awnser. "Um...you know he didn't hurt me right? I just ran into him with out paying attention, that's all."

He stopped and turned to Kyle then back to me, confusion written all over his face and after a minute he smiled and gave a nod. He took a seat next to me while the red head turned to sit with Kyle. "Alrighty then, so how much trouble did you get into and why haven't you changed your short yet?" He spoke quickly to me from across the room and I almost couldn't understand him until I replayed what he said in my head. I didn't think the red head had so much energy, just a good amount of anger and irritation.

"Oh well...thats...because...um.." I already knew my face had grown red from the embarrassment and pressure. He looked at Kyle with panic and looked like he wasn't sure what to do. Which made sense, he didn't know me or how I reacted to things like this, perfectly understandable to panic.

Kyle then began to make his way to me once again, but this time there weren't any interruptions. His friend moved out of the way and he took his place next to me. He lifted my head by my chin and examined my nose and shirt. My gross, bloody shirt. He then made an angry look and sat back staring at me. Did I miss something? Did I do something wrong?

I hope not.