His Violet Eyes

In the morning, I felt great as I pulled on my skinnies, bright blue shirt, and flats. Ian and I finally starting to get along!

I hummed a random song as I skipped down stairs. This is my kind of Friday.

“Hope?” My Dad raised a brow as he watched me dance around the kitchen.

“Yeah Dad?” I asked happily as I kissed his fore head.

“Are you okay?” My Mom asked slowly and I giggled.

“Yeah! Guess what!? I got a tutor! We’re meeting at the library after school.” I explained as I took out the orange juice.

“Is the boy cute?” Mom giggled and Dad rolled his eyes.

I thought about it for a moment and nodded.

“What does he look like?” She asked eagerly as Dad sipped his coffee, acting like he wasn’t listening, when honestly, he was.

“Jet black hair, pale skin, kissable lips, tall, strong, and he has these violet eyes.” I described him and Mom’s eyes widened.

“Violet eyes?” She repeated.

“Yeah.” I nodded slowly.

“Then he should meet Lisa, your cousin.”

“Why?”

“She has gold eyes remember? I’m pretty sure they’ll get along perfectly.” She grinned.

“We’ll see. Right now I need to pass math. I also need Ian to stop smoking.”

“He smokes?” Dad cut in and I nodded.

“Make sure he quits.” He ordered and I giggled. So this is where I got my hatred for cigarettes from.
“Alright! Bye Daddy, Bye Mommy!” I yelled as I ran down the drive way and into Mel’s car.

As I sat down and Mel started driving, I couldn’t help but feel happy and excited.

“Spill.” Mel ordered as we got out the car.

As I explained to her what happened yesterday, her eyes got wide.

“Damn! Get that!” She laughed and I giggled.

“Don’t worry, I will.” I winked as I opened my locker.

“Hooker.” She laughed and I joined in.

“Ian and Steven are here.”

I turned to see Ian walking towards us, I think, with his hair away from his eyes. A part of his eye was showing and that thing alone drove every girl insane.

Before Ian and Steven could reach us, Mr.Macks stepped in.

“Damn him.” I muttered and closed my locker.

Turning around to my first period, I couldn’t help but want to walk over to every girl and say “Ha! I talked to him first! He fell on top of me! I am gonna make sure he quits smoking. And there is nothing you can do!”

But I didn’t. Am I jealous?
***

I was literally jumping with joy as I walked towards math. I get to see Ian.

We only have Math,Gym, Food Class and Lunch together.

As I sat down, Ian pushed forward a packet. With a raised brow, I quickly read it.

“What is this?” I looked at him and he grinned. Crap, my heart just stopped.

“The packet your suppose to finish with my help. You have two weeks to complete it, If you do, this will count as a test grade.” He winked at me and I grinned.

“Really!? How’d you get this?”

“Mr.Macks and I made a deal.” I squealed with excitement.

“Thanks.”

“No problem. Are we still meeting after school?”

“Yeah, But your driving.” I shrugged nonchalantly.

He laughed as Mr.Macks entered. Suddenly math seemed a lot better now.

Every time Mr.Macks was called out of the class room Ian would start helping with one question. I have to admit, he’s a really good teacher.

By fourth problem, I was getting bored.

“Let’s wait until we go to the library.” I suggested and he nodded, putting away the packet in his folder.

“Let’s talk.” I suggested.

“About what?”

I thought about it and smiled. “Favorite color?”

He laughed and rolled his eyes. “Seriously?”

“Come on!” I whined.

“Blue.Yours?”

“Purple.”

“Why?”

“What do you mean?”

“Why purple?” Right, I never really liked purple, it was pretty but I always liked blue.

I shrugged and jumped to the next question. “Movie?”

“I have no idea.” I nodded.

“Your favorite song right now?” I asked and he smiled.

“You might not know it.”

“Try me.”

“What Happened to Emotion.” He said and I laughed.

“I love that song!”

“I mean what happened to emotion by For Ever the Sickest Kids.” He said slowly and I rolled my eyes.

“I-” The bell rang and I couldn’t help but feel upset.

“Come on! It’s time to cook.” He grinned when I rolled my eyes.

As we walked together, everyone stared at us. Probably because no one really saw his eyes, he was always quiet, and I never even talked to him.
I glared at the people who were staring too much and they looked away quickly.

“Okay! Class today we create birthday cakes!” She passed out a book filled wit different cakes and creams.

“Let’s do this one.” I pointed at a three layered cake which had blue and white icing, with flowers.

“Sure.” He shrugged.

As we got to work, I noticed Ian always froze when I touched his hand or arm. He also closed his eyes when I stood close to him.

As we put the cake to coll off, and got out the icings, I flipped my hair back. “Ouch!” I turned to see Ian holding his red eye.

“Shit! Are you okay!?” I grabbed his hand and pried it off his eye. His eye was red and wet.

“Yeah, It only stings.” He rubbed his eye with the hand I wasn’t holding.

I let go off his hand -unwillingly-.

Smiling, I took out the cake and started decorating it. It was small but adorable! When we were done we let it cool off and stared at it in awe.

“I love it!” I squealed and Ian smiled.

“It came out great, thanks to my help.” He put his hand on his -well built- chest.

I rolled my eyes. “Hey, Let’s give it to someone.” I said out of no where and he raised a brow.

“To who?”

“The old lady across the street from the library. Today’s her birthday and her son doesn’t bother with her.” I explained and Ian grinned.

“It’s perfect! Whats her name?”

“Its Elinor.”

He wrote her name in perfect cursive and took out numbered candle from somewhere below the sink.

“What’s her age?”

“70.”

When we were done, the cake looked even better and I couldn’t help but feel excited.

“Ah! And who’s Elinor?” The teacher asked and Ian explained the whole story.

“That’s very sweet of you guys. Why don’t you wrap it up in the box? That way it wont get squished.” I nodded and grabbed a white box. Putting the cake on top, I closed the box. To tie it up, I got blue and pink string tieing it around the box making it look like a present.

Ian held the cake, as we walked out the school after school, and put it in the car.

“Do you mind tutoring me at my house tomorrow?” I asked as we sat down.

He blushed. “Sure.”

I smiled. My mom would go crazy for him.

As we drove to Elinor’s house I jumped up and down in excitement.

“Calm down, Hope!” Ian laughed as I jumped out the car and into her driveway.

As Ian got the cake out, I ran and rang her doorbell.

“Hope!” Elinor’s hubby, Mark, greeted me.

“Zack!” I giggled when he scowled.

“It’s Mark.”

“I don’t care!”

“Ah! Who’s this boy?” He asked happily as Ian stood next to me.

“This is Ian. He helped me make her birthday cake.” I whispered and Mark laughed.

“Perfect! I was gonna go out, but I have no car.” He laughed and greeted Ian.

“Put it down on the table, get the plates, knife, utensils. I’ll go get Elinor from upstairs.”

We got to work and soon enough Elinor was walking down the hallway.

“How long have they been married?” Ian asked suddenly and I smiled.

“52 years I think.”

“Damn!” He sounded shocked.

“Yeah, She got married when she was 18. Now 52 years later, shes here.” I smiled. I want my parents to grow old like this.

“Oh my!” Elinor looked shocked.
“Happy Birthday!” I skipped over to her and hugged her tightly.

“And who is this young man?” She winked at me.

Rolling my eyes I introduced them to Ian.

Once we had cut the cake, cleaned up, and left it was about about 9.

“Thanks Ian.” I whispered and he laughed.

“Old people are amazing.”

“I know. I want my parents to be like Elinor and Mark.”

“Your right.” He whispered sadly.

Before I could ask him, my house came.

Getting out, I closed the door, walked around the car and to Ian’s door.

He got out and I hugged him. “You seem sad.” I mumbled into his shirt and he hugged me tightly.

“I guess I am.”

“Why?”

“That’s personal.”

I nodded and let go of him. Running into my house, I giggled happily. He smelled amazing.

Sighing, I got out into the shower.

Do I like Ian?