2: Blushing Like a Rose

Naomi couldn't help but notice every detail of the unfamiliar boy sitting next to her...

His broad, hunched shoulders and thick arms seemed to have an untapped strength to them. If he worked out in the slightest within the year, he surely would have all the girls in the school fawning after him for that fact alone.

Naomi was sitting near the window, with the sun peeking over her from her left side. She noted how the sun set a copper hue to his slightly overgrown auburn locks.

His eyes were dark brown, like rich dark chocolate, Naomi's favorite kind.

She zoned out to whatever the teacher was currently rambling on about, seemingly entranced by this new kid. However, he appeared not to notice her. But he wasn't listening to Cunningham either. He was doodling complex drawings in his notebook.

Minutes passed like seconds, until finally the bell rang and the students sprang from their seats, and Naomi broke her stare, feeling like a bit of a creep when she realized how long she'd been observing the guy.

She hung her head as she packed up her school supplies and rushed out of the room. But, just when Naomi passed through the doorway, a cold hand clasped her wrist strongly.

Too strongly. Naomi' s wrist fell like it was seconds from being crushed into bits as her body jerked back from someone pulling said body part.

She turned around, eyebrows scrunched. 'Who the hell thinks that it's okay to yank people's arms off whenever they feel like it?' She was just about to give the wrist-grabber a piece of her mind when her eyes looked up to find a pair of dark chocolate ones looking back.

From this angle, she could see that the new kids eyes had hints of honey and emerald coloring as well.

Again, she was spellbound, feeling butterflies.

"Stop staring at me." the new boy demanded. A rosy blush colored her high cheekbones... She had been discovered. He flung her wrist away and trampled off at a quick pace.

Naomi was left rubbing her right wrist in confusion, watching that strong back as it stormed away through the halls.

'Who IS this kid?'

...

During lunch that day, Naomi decided to ask her friend, Jessica. Jess was always up-to-date on the latest Ridgemond High gossip. There's no way a newcomer would skip her radar.

"Oh. My. God!!!", Jess practically screamed when she saw Naomi come walking to the table, lunch sack in hand. "Is that a Tiffany's bracelt??"

Naomi noncommittally glanced at her left wrist as if she had forgotten the piece of jewelry was even there. Before Jessica could even ask, she tossed it to her. Luckily, Jess snagged the cuff bracelt in mid-air before it could fly over her head.

She wasn't afraid of it being broken, but stolen. A band of white gold with two sapphire 'T's facing away from each other in it's gap. A new piece of jewelry like this from such a renown brand was worth at least 2,800 dollars!

But Naomi couldn't care less. At best, it was a generic gift from her soon-to-be stepdad, at worst, a pathetic bribe to make her call him her father... or at least acknowledge his existence...

But this is not what Naomi came to talk about. "Have you seen that new kid yet?"

"Which one?" Jess furrowed her perfectly manicured blonde eyebrows. "Foreign exchange, chick with pink hair, homeschool, or mystery loner guy?"

"One of the last two. Brown eyes. Likes to draw."

Jess got so excited she was bouncing in her chair. Her light curls bounced up and down and she looked like she was about to squeal...