Blindside

Lose My Breath

Osiris

Beauty.

That’s it. Just one word to describe the being in front of me.

I don’t want to take my eyes off her, to me she is perfection and I don’t even know her. 

I felt like the biggest creep staring at her in first period. I just couldn’t help myself. I know that she’s new, thanks to Corbins big mouth.

‘… watch out for my cousin… don’t let anyone mess with her…’ On and on he went. Let me tell you, if I had known that this was the creature I had to hear about, well let’s just say I would NOT have been annoyed in the slightest.

Damn my brother putting me in the hot seat like that, I’m going to have to talk to him about this later.

“… HELLO!! Earth to O!” Dragging me from my thoughts, I internally shake my head to look over and find Griffins frowning face.

“What?” I ask annoyed.

“What” he said mockingly “We’re f*****g talking to you, now be polite and respond when spoken to” 

“Go f**k yourself Griffin” I grumbled in reply. 

What a pain in my ass 

I love my brother, but god damn he loves to find every possible reason to bust my balls, all because I’m the quiet one.

“As I was asking, who s**t in your cheerios today Broody” came from Cleo, full of sass, causing me to choke on air.

God her voice was music to my ears. What the hell? Who says that s**t? Ughhh. 

Clearing my throat “Uhhh, pardon? Want to try that again?” I replied sternly.

“I said; Who s**t in your cheerios today?” She said with a smirk on her face.

Is she for real right now?

“Last time I checked, I didn’t order a side of bitchy with my lunch today, also, I’m always like this. Do yourself a favour and get used to it now new girl” I hissed. I was about to lose my cool, I need to leave.

Pushing away from the table, I grabbed my bag and headed towards the exit.

“Holy mack, what a dickhead” I heard her grumble “Hey! I’m not done talking to you” she yelled to my back as I walked away.

“Too bad. Don’t care” I called over my shoulder as I pushed through the doors.

Pulling my headphones from my bag, I made my way to the field. My happy space.

Why am I like this. Quiet guy with the short fuse.

Honestly, it’s not my fault. Growing up, Griffin was always the loud one of the two of us, so naturally I was more quiet. My mom has always said that we were a perfect balance of each other. Griffin is loud and dramatic, droning on and communicating everything on his mind. Sometimes it’s a pain, the dude has no filter, leaving me to step in when his stupid mouth gets away from him. Me on the other hand, prefer to be quiet, talking when only necessary. I handle my problems differently; I need to be active and use my body to express myself, which has gotten me into some trouble in the past.

Approaching the field, I dump my bag on the track, snag my headphones and my key to the ball cage. As I reach the cage, I unlock the padlock and grab a ball and a tee. You can never have too much practice, at least that's what coach says. The only thing I care about is burning off the adrenaline flowing through my body.

Putting on my headphones, I put my music on shuffle and line up the tee.

How is it possible that I feel this out of control around someone I just met? I need to figure this out before I lose control and f**k things up again.

Inhale. Exhale. Concentrate. Sweat pouring down my face, I make kick after kick through the uprights and run routes, practicing until the bell sounds. Despite feeling better, I still can’t shake her effect on me. 

Damn it, this is going to drive me crazy. Something tells me this girl is going to be my undoing.

Grabbing my bag, I head towards the school and make my way to my next period. Walking down the halls I receive and handful of nods and waves in greeting, and I nod my head in acknowledgement. My quick journey to class goes by almost seamlessly, until I round the corner to my AP Physics class. As I round the corner, I come face to face with Amber.

Shit

Standing there looking at me expectantly, I remove my headphones and wait for her to say something.

"Hey Ozzy baby, where were you? I couldn't find you at lunch" She whines with a fake pout on her face. Insert eye roll. Why on earth women seem to think that we find this 'cute' is beyond me.

"Amber, for the last time do not call me that, and I am not your baby" I reply in exasperation "And it's none of your business where I was" I add.

"Oh my, looks like my baby is in a bad mood" she says in an annoying baby voice. "Does this have something to do with that little b***h who won't stop staring at you?"

For just a moment I pause. What the hell is she talking about?... Little b***h? What? Then it dawns on my just as quickly; she's talking about Cleo.

"Who and what are you talking about" I ask, eyes narrowed at her. "And again, I am NOT your baby" I add, voice firm.

"Well Maddy told me..." Blah blah blah. Just the mention of Maddison's name tells me this has girl drama written all over it. Maddison is part of Amber's little crew, and of course they would be honing in on Cleos every last move. 

"Listen Amber, I don't know what you're talking about nor do I care. Enough with the drama, I have zero interest in this s**t. I'm not yours, never was and never will be, so cut the shit." I say with finality in my voice. I am on my wits end with this girl. One time, one singular damn time I give her my attention because she was crying at a party, and now she become the biggest pain in my ass. The girl has tried to attach herself to me worse than I virus. Gross. 

Before she can answer, I step around her and get to class.

Please let this day be over soon.