I sit in the empty desk to his right and hold my breath as I lower myself down.
Nathaniel fumbles with his paper which sits in front of him at his desk. When he remains silent, I know I am going to have to be the one to strike up conversation.
"Hi, there," I say. I clear my throat when my voice comes out sounding like I am being strangled. I watch his face as he taps his pencil on the wood of the desk. I shift uncomfortably in my seat. "I am Kelly."
"I k-know who you are," he stutters back.
My heart momentarily stops at his words. Oh God, he knows.
"You do?"
Nathaniel bitterly laughs which catches me off guard. He shakes his head when he catches himself. The snicker of a smile leaves his lips and instead, he clamps his teeth down. "We've been in the same school since kindergarden. Of, um, course I k-know who you are."
I don't know why but his nervousness calms me down a bit. Maybe it is the thought that he is just as uncomfortable around me as I am him. But I have to admit that it bothered me some that he is nervous. Everyone loves me.
"Oh."
Nathaniel continues to tap his pencil. My heart echoes the panging on the table, quick and profound.
"Would you like to begin?" He asks, shifting in his seat like I did not too long ago.
"Yeah!" I chirp up before closing my eyes and gathering myself. With a quieter, less falsetto voice I continue. "You can start."
Nathaniel goes still along with the tapping of his pencil. His head angles slightly towards me but the eeriness that I still haven't seen his face eats at my curiousity. In fact, the last time I saw his face was in the yearbook which happened to show his sophomore picture. Back then he was extremely skinny and gangly, his limbs growing faster than the rest of his body. Now, he sits here, even taller but more filled out. I soon catch onto my mistake.
"Right, of course, um--" I finally gather my wits and focus on the task at hand. Opening the packet, I navigate the first question. "What are you most likely looking forward to in this course?"
Nate has taken out an iPad from his backpack and set it down on his desk. He sets a small keyboard in front of him and feels the little black keys for a few seconds all while picking up the headphones that are hanging around his neck. He pops one earbud in and begins typing out my question.
I watch, curious as to what is being done. Nathaniel must have felt my eyes on him because he clears his throat uncomfortably. I jump in my seat.
"Human Anatomy and DNA structure," is all that my partner says. I narrow my eyes at my paper before writing it down. Questions soar through my mind about Nathaniel's ability to actually participate in the class.
"W-what about you?"
I smile and turn on the charm. "Being your partner of course."
I watch as Nathaniel's cheeks turn a dark pink and I am gleeful at the reaction I get. He never takes his eyes away from his desk.
I have a feeling that he thought I was going to push all the work on him. People already think that I am an airhead because of who my friends are so it only came natural to dumb myself down to my peers and play the part. Messing with him came naturally. But the second the flirtatiously dangerous words came out of my mouth, I instantly regretted them.
"I-I can't put t-that."
I sigh and decide that messing with him is too cruel of a punishment at the moment. "You can just put the same as your answer."
He taps skillfully on his keyboard and then pauses for a few seconds as I'm guessing the iPad reads his words back to him. I just stare with my mouth possibly hitting the floor.
The task goes on as such and when we finally finish the last question, I gather both of our papers, mine from my desk and his from the printer in front of us, and hand them into Mr. Faunt.
When I return, both of the headphones are back into my partner's ears and his eyes are closed. I lightly tap him on the shoulder. He simply opens his eyes and takes out the headphones.
"Listen, Nathaniel," I say as I hovered in front of his desk once I returned. "How about we split the work when we do the labs and do the same for the papers to make the workload seem less heavy this semester. I get this feeling that you think I'm going to rely on you for a decent grade but I am very capable of holding up my own end."
"Okay." He indeed sounds surprised.
"I just don't want you to feel like I'm going to push all the work on you. Because I'm not."
"Okay," he repeats.
"Okay." I sigh with relief and a smile spreads across my face. "Good. Then it's a pleasure being your partner." I reach over and grab my bag, ready to leave the small space with the person of whom is constantly on my mind. It is strange thinking about someone and then being trapped in a small, confined space with them. I am beginning to feel claustrophobic.
"Hey Kel!" calls one of the cheerleaders, Mariah, from the back of the room. She and Ryan start making their way to the front of the classroom once they got my attention. I am put out at how rigid Nathaniel's body grows the closer they get.
"Want to hit the Cracker Barrel for lunch today?" Ryan asks once he reaches my partner and me. He looks uneasily between us but I keep my facial features calm even though I feel like I am about to break down in tears.
"Sounds good." I look back down at Nathaniel who is placing his things slowly into his bag. "Would you like to join us, Nathaniel?"
Ryan looks over at me like I am crazy. I instantly feel my cheeks grow hot but then I remember that Nathaniel can't see any of my friends reactions anyway and I calm.
"Like he would want to come with us," Logan, another one of Danny's friends pipe in, his voice mocking. I bite my tongue until I taste blood to keep from scolding them.
Nathaniel continues to sit where he is at but he has visibly shrunk in his seat. The feeling to cry resurfaces.
"No," he finally answers me. He straightens the glasses perched on his nose. "But thank you for the invitation."
"Maybe next time." I smile down at him but it disappears with the realization that he can't see it.
"Y-yeah, maybe." But a slight smile graces Nathaniel's lips. He tilts his face up to where mine is, but just a little off-center. When he does this I nearly drop my books. His face is thin but his jaw is squared. The glasses he wore are in fact not sunglasses, but framed glasses whose lenses adjust to the lighting. And right now, they are clear and show off golden brown eyes.
His eyes look different though, as if a lunar eclipse overlapped the sun, haunted, as in ghostly around the pupils.
Right then the bell rings and students rush out the door including my friends. I hang back. Mainly because Mr. Faunt has called for me to stay for a minute.
While waiting for the teacher to speak, I watch Nathaniel stand and take out a long stick. I've seen people who were visually impaired use them in movies but never in real life. It felt wrong to watch him as he makes his way around the room and walk out the door but that doesn't stop me from doing so. The ticking of his stick tapping the floor is overwhelming even after he is now out of sight. The sound echoes in my mind as I stand by Mr. Faunt's desk. He, too, seems to be in an awe as we wait for Nathaniel to leave the room.
"Ms. Henderson, I wanted to make sure that you were okay with the pairing that was made today." Mr. Faunt shuffles with the papers on his desk, gathering them up, and shoving them into his leather bag.
My brain stops. Here is my chance to tell him that I wanted a different partner. Here is my chance to confess to what happened that night and move on with my life.
"I do believe you would be a good influencer for Mr. Haynes, though," Mr. Faunt continues. "You two are the same intellectually. You'll push each other."
"It's not a problem at all, sir," I end up saying. I taste copper in my mouth by biting down on my cheek too hard.
"Brilliant!" He swings his bag over his shoulder and I take that as my cue to leave.
I want to throw up. But instead I numbly nod, accepting my fate.
I grip my book tighter and I then pivoted towards the doorway before I broke down in front of my favorite teacher.
Just before I make it out the door, I am stopped once again. "Oh, and Kelly, I sure hope my letter of recommendation will push for Dartmouth to reach out to you. I meant every word in it."
"Thank you, Mr. Faunt. I really appreciate it all the work you put into it."
"Keep me up to date, okay?"
I politely nod and round the corner to my next class. But I can't make my feet move. Walking down the middle of the hall is Nathaniel, tapping and navigating his way around. People have swarmed around him but not many stop and watch as I do.
"Kelly," Danny's voice rings through the hall as if amplified. My heart jumps into my throat when Nathaniel's attention jerks my way. My heart stops completely when I swear that he looks right at me before turning the corner and disappearing once again.
"What?" I unintentionally snap.
"Jesus. What is your problem lately?" He grabs onto my elbow and walks to the other side of the hall where we could get out of everyone's way.
My problem is you, I want to say but I shove those words down.
"I'm sorry, Dan. I'm just really stressed out. I have a lot on my mind." I grip my books tighter to my chest and hope that my eyes don't give me away. I've been told they do that. I am normally really good at masking my emotions but it felt like a can of worms was just opened inside my brain.
"So I heard that you've been buddy-buddy with the Haynes kid."
How the heck did word spread so quickly? I nonchalantly push away from the wall and start walking to my next class.
"He's my bio partner."
"Huh," was all he says after that.
"It's no big deal. We barely even spoke. It's not like I have a choice any way." That was proven to be a lie but Daniel didn't need to know that.
"I just know how you get when you're flustered."
I stop walking again and turn towards him. I can feel my face shift unattractively into a grimace. "I'm not going to bring up that night, if that is what you're insinuating."
"I'm just looking out for you, Kelly. Would you chill?"
I roll my eyes. I hated when people told me to calm down or chill. Even if I did need to calm down or chill, don't tell me to do so.
"You know this falls on all of us if someone opens their mouth. You know that, right?" Danny looks me directly in the eye so intensely that I have to look away. "A lot of futures could be messed with if people found out and pressed charges. You could say goodbye to Dartmouth. Your hands aren't exactly clean, Kelly."
That massive weight pushes itself down on my chest again and I swear that I am going to pass out from the panic that begins to take over my senses. "I'm not going to say anything."
"Good. See you at the Cracker Barrel." And with that he walks away.
The rush of things that I could have said to set him in his place wash over me once he disappeared into his next classroom. Why does that always happen? I freeze up. I chicken out instead of speaking up when needed.
I spend all night laying in bed thinking of ways I could make things right with Nathaniel. It was unhealthy the way I am always thinking about him whether it was about the accident or the constant fear that this is going to blow up in my face.
But tonight, it is about the gold in his eyes. How could such beautiful eyes see so little?
I get to Bio extra early the next day just so I can snag the seat next to the one that Nathaniel sat in yesterday. My friends try getting my attention a few times to come and sit in the back with them, but I shake them off and try my hardest to feel sincere.When the sound of tapping comes into reach, I mentally prepare myself by straightening the pencil in alignment with my notebook and casually fold my hands across on desk."Good Morning, Nate," I say once he has sat down in the same spot he had yesterday. He jumps slightly in his seat but recovers quickly by murmuring good morning back."It's okay if I call you Nate, right? Nathaniel is such a mouthful." I did like the old sound of it.He nods his head timidly, his cheeks lightly turning pink. He takes out his phone from his pocket of the dark gray hoodie he seems to like and presses the screen. He then takes out ear buds and lets them dangle around his neck.I am just about to ask him what he is listening to when Mr. Faunt instruc
I walk down the stairs of my house to the kitchen in hopes that coffee will be available to brew. My dad drinks about two pots a day while my mother never touches the stuff because she's afraid of staining her teeth.School was rough today. We didn't have a lab scheduled so I didn't get to talk to Nate. I wanted to apologize for the way Danny treated him yesterday. So instead I settled with a stalker mindset and sat behind him in class today and watched him. I liked the way he moves slowly. I liked the way his nose scrunches up when he is concentrating or the way he mutters under his breath when something is giving him trouble. He still never let anyone help him, though. He was stubborn. Just like me. I also found it amusing how I noticed all these things in just a few days.Luck is once again not on my side when there are no coffee beans in sight. I sigh and head for the door because coffee wasn't going to drop from the sky. I grab my car keys and head to my favorite coffee shop. Wh
Through all the talking and staring at Nate, I did not notice that it was raining steadily outside. The sound pitter-patters against the large windows of Linc's so loudly that I am extremely surprised when I walk out into it. Nate breathes a deep breath through his nose. I can imagine that the smell was strong and found myself doing the same. "I love the smell of rain," I comment as we both stand under the striped canopy of the diner."I don't very much like navigating in it, though," Nate nearly groans. He has yet to take his walking stick out. It was as if he was delaying spending alone time with me. Strangely, I am more excited than nervous. This is a first around him."You stay here and I'll get my car brought up to the door." Before he can answer, I take off into the pouring rain. I return drenched with my hair sticking to my face and my light jacket clingying to me like a second skin. I quickly get out of my car and run back to where Nate is standing. The rain has yet to to
I am nearly bouncing in my seat when we park. I haven't been to an arcade in years. I hop out of the car. When I don't hear the passenger side door open and close, I stand in front of the headlights and place my hands on my hips. When Nate still doesn't move, I sigh and throw my hands in the air. "Nate, come on!" I whine. When he still remains in the car, I march over to his door and fling it open. "If you don't get your little butt up and out of this car, I will drag you into this building."Nate scoffs and shifts his glasses on his face. When I grabbed his elbow he quickly shakes me off."Fine." He sounds like a kid who was told no to getting candy at the grocery store. It is kind of adorable. I smile triumphantly and latch onto his arm to guide us into the arcade. The second we walk into the building the smell of popcorn and pizza knocks me off my feet as well as the sound of the pinball machine dinging. That's my game. It didn't take long for a voice to say hello to Nate. Onc
Loud cheering fills the air as the cool North Carolina wind nips at my bare shoulders. Alyssa winks over at me as the crowd busts out in frantic applause when Danny scores his second touchdown of the night. The too short miniskirt rustles around my legs as the night air begins to pick up. After multiple high kicks I am beginning to feel exhausted. I used to love cheering. I used to love Danny pointing my way as if to say "that one was for you, baby." But now I feel overly fake and cheery with both topics.There used to be no better feeling than friday night lights for the Stanton Stallions. The cool night air where the school year went from summer weather to fall weather in weeks, the craze of the crowd and student section, homecoming; Everything left a happy bubble in the air. I am good at putting on a happy face. You don't make it to the top of the pyramid without knowing how to play the game. But I have found that my smile is now a little too big and my high ponytail is too tight
"You have reached your destination," Siri states proudly as I look up at a large white house. "Thank you, friend," I slur and kiss my phone screen. I shove my phone into my jean jacket and start to make my way up the walkway. I have to admit that it crossed my mind to make this a very dramatic scene from one of those Shakespeare plays. The thought of finding a dim lighted room and reaching down for a few pebbles to throw longingly at that certain window was pretty intriguing about now. But I wasn't that drunk.The cool air seems to have sobered me up some and now I am starting to feel uncertain about seeing Nate. Would he find me annoying for showing up at-- 1:09-- in the morning? Probably. And I'm sure his parents will enjoy that as well. Oh goodness, what I am doing here?Before I can turn around and walk a few more houses down to sneak back up to my own bedroom and crash on my incredibly soft bed, my hand is already knocking on the door. There were no lights on in the house from
Wow, I am drunk."Nate, do you happen to have some water I could drink?"Nate nods but instead of letting him get up and navigate to the kitchen, I place a hand on his forearm and lightly push him back down to the couch. "Just tell me where and I will get it myself. I didn't come here to bother you."Nate clears his throat. "Second cabinet on the top. Tall glasses are on the bottom shelf and short glasses are on the top. Thought I would tell you that incase you were feelings like a lot of water or just a couple swigs..."I grin down at the nearly shaking boy. "Thanks for the options."I walk to the kitchen which is big and just as homey as the living room with childhood pictures on the fridge and fruit in bowls. My mother never allows fruit to be outside of the refrigerator because of fruit flies. And she didn't like clutter laying around unless it was hers which keeps me pretty secluded to my bedroom which is fine with me. "Second cabinet, right?" I ask from the other room. I don't
I wake up to the sun making the back of my eyelids orange. Instantly, the color gives me a migraine. Cracking one eye open, I come straight to a tall mirror. Propping myself up onto my elbow I look at myself in it.My straight blonde hair is rustled and puffed in various areas and my mascara raccoons my eyes in the worst sort of way."Shit," I mutter horrified at my appearance. I reach down for the water that Nate had offered me last night and take a large gulp hoping that it would mellow my horrible morning breath. I could still taste alcohol in the back of my throat.I am on a large neon green beanbag next to Nate's bed. Conversation from last night hits me like a bus."Nate, are you sure you're okay with me staying here? I don't want to intrude."Nathaniel's face whitened at my words. We were no longer sitting on his couch but had moved to his bedroom upstairs. It was innocent because he wanted to show me his album collection but I couldn't lie and say that being in his room excite
Nate takes forever as I wait for him at the top of the stairs. "Let's go, slowpoke! I only have a few more hours until I have to catch my flight." I spin around and lean against the railing to look sweetly down at him. I can't help but grin as he huffs and puffs, taking one step after the other. "What have you been doing at that Ivy League of yours? Track?" Nate shakes his head and laughs at himself as he makes it to me. "I've actually taken up rowing," I tell him with a smile. I flex my newly toned arms before wrapping them around his neck, enjoying the superiority of being one step higher than him. "Look at you," Nate praises with a crooked grin that makes me lean into him further. "My very own Kate Middleton."My laugher echos off the concrete walls of Nate's dorm building. I lean down and kiss him soundly on the mouth. He sighs into it which makes me feel light and content."Thanks again for staying up late to watch the royal wedding with me." I pull back and look into his eye
This will be the last chapter Nate's POV friends! This last chapter is being taken place after Nate takes Kelly to the dock and they see their shooting star. It's just an on going chapter in his point of view to wrap things up:) Feel the feels, folks.________________________I take Kelly by the hand, loving the way her fingers look tangled with mine as we walk into the lake house. She's smiling. It's soft, like an angel's feather, but it's there, and she's looking at me in a way that makes me feel like my heart is going to explode out of my chest. It almost physically hurts to see just how beautiful she is. Her hair, as soft as my imagination remembers, looks like a halo around her face. Her small baby hairs fly away from the cool lake breeze and the simple sight of it all puts me in awe.My fingers fumble with the key to the house. Kelly's hand is still gripped in mine and like always, she picks up on my anxiety and wraps her other hand around our combined ones and leans in and ki
NATE'S POV"Are you ready, Nathaniel?" Dr. Henderson asks while fingering the bandage that is wrapped around the top of my head in order to cover my eyes."Yes." But was I really? What if the world is darker than what it appeared to be while blind? It felt darker without her in it. She should be here. I had planned on her being here but she had to go and do the thing I most feared. She used me.Kelly lied to me. And that hurt more than the constant pounding in my head since the surgery."Now, I must warn you," her father says as he begins to unravel the gauze. "You will feel discomfort with bright light. Try to continue to wear the glasses or at least a pair of sunglasses for the next week inside as well as outside. Actually," he finishes taking off the wrap, "we suggest you stay away from direct sunlight for the first few days because it could cause more damage but nothing time won't heal."I keep my eyes closed. What if the surgery didn't work? What if I remain in the darkness forev
Doesn't she know that it's girls like her that men like to have in their trophy case? And the fact that she is clearly intoxicated just asks for more problems. Why did she drink so much tonight, anyway?"Calm down, Daddy. Would you rather I drove?" My body stills and my heart stops in my chest. Actually halts in shock and a little of something else that I am ashamed to claim. Kelly laughs at my reaction which makes my cheeks heat more if that is even possible. My body burns like the surface of Mars. "I'm sorry," Kelly hiccups and she laughs some more. "Nate, do you happen to have some water I could drink?"I nod and start to get up and away from this predicament my mind and body is having with each other but Kelly forces me back down. "Just tell me where and I will get it myself. I didn't come here to bother you."I clear my throat because her hand print is now searing on my shoulder. "Second cabinet on the top," I say in a rush. I go to push the bridge of my glasses up and over m
NATE'S POVI lay on my giant bean bag and think of her.The way her voice sounds when she's excited about some little thing, such as a the little silver bullet pinging back to the stop of a silly arcade game, or how it turns dreamy when she talks about pursuing her career in medicine.It is strange, because when she talks about becoming a doctor, she sounds cautious, like she's worried that I will shoot her aspirations down. Which is odd because her father is the greatest neurosurgeon in the state of North Carolina. And, who wouldn't want to brag about wanting to save lives?She is bound to be something great because she is great.Which worries me. I have thought every second of every day since kindergarten about this girl and now she actually knows I'm alive. Which also worries me.I feel alive when I am with her--actually, I feel nervous and anxious and all above terrified, but that's only because I don't understand how I can feel all this. It's like I'm the dog and Kelly has finall
NATE'S POV"You don't have to start today," my mother tells me while sitting in her Traverse. "We can try again in another week. There's no rush.""No, I don't want to get more behind."I can tell she is nervous by the way she is chomping her gum. I can imagine her knuckles stressing white as she grips the steering wheel.My mother laughs softly. "You're the smartest kid in this school, Natty. There's no way you could fall behind. Plus," she rubs my back affectionately, "I did a pretty good job on my end last year."I roll my eyes behind the dark framed glasses I have taken a liking to since Trent gifted them to me for my birthday last year which I spent in the hospital. "Now you look like Zac Efron in one of those chick films," my friend had said with what I imagined was a strutt and a model turn around my hospital bed. The raybans may look cliche, but it bothers me when people can see my eyes and I can't see theirs."I would say I was more of the teacher and you the student," I joke
NATE'S POV "Are you even listening to me?" Molly questions as she wrings her hands in her lap. I mumble a yes but my eyes stay glued on Kelly Henderson as she sits by herself on a park bench.Why was she alone? She is never alone. There is always some girl or group of people surrounding her like a swarm of bees. But I guess that's the type of attention you get when you're queen bee."No, you are not. Nathaniel!" Molly waps me on the arm and I flinch back. "This is serious. She kissed me. And..." Molly's face reddens and she gnaws at her lip. Trent talks a lot about Molly's lips. I think he has a crush on her. "I liked it.""Maybe you're Katy Perry," I offer as insight. Truth is, I wasn't really listening. But my cheeks burn a little at her confession. I did hear that.Molly's eyes roll skyward and she doesn't smile like I expect her to. Usually I could make her laugh seeming she found me too geeky to function, as she put it, but I like her. She is a little rough around the edges but
Nate grips my hand tighter as we make our way through the airport. People rush around us, running to catch their planes while Nate and I are clearly hesitant in leaving each other's sight. The clear sound of last calls ring through the vast area, setting the deep tendrils of dread to cling on tightly. These past months with Nate only set me up for more sorrow as the ticking time bomb known as the future krept up like a ghost lurking amongst the living. We have spent every waking moment together and the thought of being seperated for a single second hurts more than I would like to dwell on."Maybe I could stay another week," Nate suggests, looking around the airport as if someone would agree with him and that would make it settled. "We still haven't gotten to that circus movie you wanted to go to. There's still time.""Nathaniel," I say with a smile because the thought of spending more time with him is tempting. "Your summer program starts on Monday. There isn't anymore time.""That'
Nate looks over his shoulder and gazes reverently down at me. "I want to take you somewhere to show you something."I can physically feel the whiplash of tonight's events. "Let me go get my car," I suggest and start to pull him the opposite way but he pulls me so I am flushed against his body. He grins down at me while reaching into his pocket and pulls out a set of keys to dangle in front of my face. "I can drive." My mouth wobbles open and close at the fact that I momentarily forgot that he can see again. Before, I always forgot that he couldn't and now it is the other way around. Nate rolls his eyes dramatically. "I have my license, babe."My mouth snaps shut and my heart warms at the endearment that I will never not fill my stomach with butterflies. I lean up and kiss him longingly before lacing my fingers back with his and allow him to pull me to his car. It seems that his parents have bought him a black pickup, which makes me laugh when he opens the passenger side door for