It Must Have Been Destiny

I hadn't known I had fallen asleep until William was shaking me out of my dreamless sleep. I moan and sit up, still groggy with sleep.
“Destiny, don’t girls like, need a lot of time to get ready before school or something, because you're about to be late.”
My eyes flash open to see the red, glowing numbers of my alarm clock reading 7 o’ clock. I have forty-five minutes to get ready.
I jump from my bed, stumbling a little, and run into the bathroom where I wash my face, do my make up, and straighten my hair in record time. Running out of the bathroom and into the closet, I grab my favorite skirt, black with silver chains with dangling hearts on them, and a pink and black striped t-shirt. I admit I was trying to show off for William a little.
Now, more calmly, I walk out of the closet fully dressed and with perfect hair and makeup. “Where is your class schedule?” William asks without looking at me.
I exhale interlay and tell him, “Uh, on my night stand I think.”
Next I walk over to by bed where underneath I think I shoved my favorite clogs with a chain on them to match my skirt. William was now standing by my bed, also, and looking at my schedule.
He was smiling and his black hair fell over his shoulders gently. I walk over to him momentarily forgetting my shoe crisis and peer over his shoulder.
1st hour - Biology
2nd hour - Algebra 2
3rd hour - Advanced Reading
4th hour - Advanced English
Lunch
5th hour - Drama
6th hour - American History

“We have all the best classes together. Homeroom and first period are the same then we both have lunch and American History together. I can show you all your classes. And we better get going or we’ll both be late.” He added and I got down on my knees to peer under my bed. Spotting, my black clogs, I smile and grab for them, but instead my hand touches something furry. With a confused look on my face I take hold of the furry thing and pull it out. At first, it looked like a little stuffed animal but then its tiny head moved to look at me with its beady little black eyes. I scream and drop it, standing up in a flash. The mouse runs under my night stand and I jump onto my bed still screaming.
William after seeing the mouse run under my nightstand gets down and reaches under it to search for the mouse.
"William!" I streak horrified, "What are you doing?"
He ignores me and continues to move his hand around under the nightstand, while biting a lip. Suddenly a look of discovery dawns upon his face and he pulls out the mouse.
I squeal again while William stands up and starts petting the mouse quietly cooing, "Dio! Little buddy, I missed you. Don’t you ever scare daddy like that again."
A look of disgust crosses over my face, "You named it?"
Still smiling, William now looks up at me still standing on my bed, "Why are you up there?" He asks, completely oblivious to my earlier shrieking and jumping.
"You're holding a mouse!" I again shriek.
He looks down at the mouse and then at me, extending his hand with the mouse in it towards me, "Do you want to hold her?"
I once again shriek and jump off the end of my bed and running across the room, putting as much distance between me and the mouse as possible in the dorm room.
William watches me run across the room and then looks down at his mouse again, "Oh…" His face lights up in realization, "You're afraid!"
Taking in his mocking tone, I immediately deny this, "I am not!"
William takes a couple steps towards me; one eyebrow rose, and again holds out the mouse to me. I squirm in place and plead, "Ok. Yes I am. Please don’t bring it closer. Kill it or something."
Instinctively, William takes his mouse to his chest and huffs at me, "I will not!" When I whimper a little William adds, "She's not that bad. You just have to give her a chance."
I shake my head and imagine myself melting into the wall in order to escape the mouse.
"Come on Destiny," he now pleads, "please?"
Something in his voice makes my heart melt and before I know it I'm reaching towards the mouse and stroking her head gently. It wasn't as bad as I had imagined. Her fur was soft and she leaned into my cupped hand.
I smile and giggle as Dio lifts her nose and encourages me to pet her now, her nose wet and cold. I withdraw my hand.
"See?" William asks as he walks over to a hamster cage I hadn’t noticed before and drops Dio in, "She wouldn’t hurt anyone." William smiles at me and I smile back. Suddenly he looks away, at the clock, and drops to the ground beside my bed, fishing out something. He reveals my clogs and hands them to me.
I stare at him, mystified that he knew what shoes I was looking for under my bed, but I put them on anyway and follow him to the door.
"We’ll have to run,” He tells me, "to get to class on time."
I nod and free myself from my clogs, even though I had just put them on. “Okay. Let's go. Lead the way.” William nodded and started jogging down the hallway. We take the stairs because they were closer to our room.
Once down the stairs we sprint out of the dorm apartment and across the lawn. Luckily our home room was the closest building to our dorm apartment so not very many boys had seen us and the ones who did had to run off to their class just like us.
I pause to put on my clogs before we go into the class. William walks in with a smile on his face and walks straight back to his table, just as the bell rings, sitting next to a boy with brown hair and brown eyes that stared at me as if I was an alien.
The teacher, Mr. Bryan declared his name plate, smiles at me when he sees me. I can feel him thinking, Ah, the new girl.
Mr. Bryan grabs a new biology text book from beside him and walks over to me, “Welcome to biology Destiny. Here is your book. You may go sit,” He scans the many biology tables, “Over by Nick. Nick please raises your hand!”
Crap
Crap, crap, crap!
Of course Nick has to be the only boy with and empty seat next to him. I close my eyes and take a deep breath before walking over to set by smirking Nick.
Crap.
I sit down without even glancing at Nick. I could feel his gaze-along with all the other boys- boring into me from all angles.
Why Nick? The only boy beside William that I know at this school and he is a total jerk! Talking about me like I wasn’t standing right next to him!
“Destiny,” Nick elbows me out of my thoughts. “Page 83. Come on we’re starting!”
I feel the blood pooling at my cheeks as I flip open my book and grab a new pencil-
Crap.
I don’t have any paper to take notes with. I turn to Nick, a desperate action. “Can I please have a piece of paper?” I ask, farcing a smile.
Nick smiles a smile that would cause some girls to swoon- if they didn’t know how much of a jerk he was, “Oh, I can give you much more than that Destiny.”
Shocked, I stand up, sending my stool clambering to the floor and I brace myself against the table so I don’t fall with my stool.
“Is there a problem Destiny?” Mr. Bryan asks in an annoyed tone.
“Err- is there anywhere else I can sit? Please Mr. Bryan.” I add.
Mr. Bryan sighs and starts to scan more possible seats.
“Uh, Mr. Bryan?” I inquire, “Is there any possible way I can sit next to William?”
Mr. Bryan nods and says, “Hector? Will you change places with Destiny please?”
The boy next to William- Hector- nodded fixed his glasses, grabbed his books, and scurried of, eyes to the ground.
I sit next to William. He’s staring at me mouth open like he can't believe what I just asked.
Mr. Bryan calls attention back to the class who had gotten louder while I switched seats and I started to ask William for a piece of paper but before I got a word out he handed me six 1-subject notebooks-brand new- and winked giving me a half grin. My heart melted.
Why does such a simple thing like that can take my breath away? Why is it that he can make me feel like this when I have Erik? Well had Erik.
I open to the first page in the top note book and act like I’m taking notes when really I’m caught up in a doodle of William and I. Together.
When William looks up at the clock and starts to pack up his things I quickly pack mine, making sure my notebook that I was doodling in was on the bottom.
As Mr. Bryan turns to write something on the board, William leans towards me and whispers “Get ready to run. Your next class is across campus and if we don’t get out of here quick we’ll get trapped. Well at lease you will.”
I nod to show him I understand and turn to look at all the boys. Their watching me like hawks going after their pray. Once the bell rings they will swoop in for the attack.
A high pitch buzzing sounds in my ears and William grabs my wrist. Boys all around us file out of there and see us. Mostly see me running toward somewhere unknown so they do what any boy that went to an all boy's school and saw a girl for probably the first time in months.
They ran after me.
I force my legs to move faster and will William to run faster also.
I peek behind me. There is still a group of boys running after me. I suppress a groan.
I feel a tug at my wrist and my books go flying as I tumble to the ground. Pain shoots though my wrist and up my arm but I don’t let anyone see I’m in pain. Instead I just sit up and look back to William. The groups of boys were all gathered behind him, William was staring in front of him with a dead look on his face.
Nobody moved.
I fallow Williams gaze to another boy. He has white spiky hair, bright blue, gorgeous and blood red lips. His skin was pale white- and a red shirt and black jeans sagged on him.
He would be the exact definition of a freak at my old school. He was bending down and picking up my book and notebooks.
The guy stopped and snickered at the first page in a notebook.
The notebook.
I stumble over to him, ignoring the pain in my wrist, to grab the notebook but he holds it just out of my reach. “You want this back?” He asks in a voice so fighting I took a step back, “How much?”
I don’t know why but all of a sudden angry tears filled my eyes. This… dude was going to tell everyone about my drawing.
“Please?” I ask; my voice breaking.
“Dude she’s going to cry!” Someone shouts from behind me and I shoot a glare behind me in the general direction of where the shout came from.
Turning back to the boy I blink back my tears, refusing to cry in front of this him.
He kneels down beside me and tried to look sympathetic, “Hey now you can’t cry. Everyone would hate me for making the girl cry. Here," He adds, "I’ll make you a deal. I’ll give you this back and you’ll have lunch with me for the whole week.”
I sniffle, “You can’t tell anybody.”I add stubbornly.
He shrugs, “Fair enough. See you at lunch.” He gives me my notebook, stands up and walks away.
As I reach for my stuff scattered everywhere but as I reach for the closest text book, pain shoots from my wrist, up my arm, then down to my toes. With a wild gasp of pain, I bring my wrist to my body and hug it, willing the pain away.
A hand is placed on my shoulder and I follow up the arm and come face to face with William. He was so close I could feel his hot breath on my face, calming me.
"What's wrong?" his gentle voice sounds like one of an angel.
I hold up my wrist as an explanation for my pain as I feel a salt water tear roll down my cheek. Quickly, I wipe it away with my good arm and look back to William's face. He had taken up my arm gently, without causing me more pain and was now looking at it with interest.
Next I look to my arm being held in William's soft hand. It was beat red and swelling. It looked horrible.
Biting my lip as one of his fingers touch a sore spot, a whine escapes my throat and gives away my pain. He looks at me with the concern of a lover and helps me up. "Come on. You need to go to the infirmary. I think your wrist might be broken." Placing his hand on the small of my back and holding my arm to my own stomach he leads me towards a building that has a big red cross on the side.
As we walk to looks straight ahead, I try to catch his eye but quickly and utterly fail. As we reach the small single door he smoothly kicks it open with one foot and guides me though.
The infirmary is small, on the inside there is only three chairs over in a corner with a small end table in the middle of two and on the other side of the minuscule room is a type of table with one inclined side for your head and a rolling stool. In the center, there is a round desk with a person in the middle. A man about in his late twenties looked up from his magazine when he heard us enter.
First he looked at William and his face lit up in wonder, but as soon as his gaze moved to me his face drooped and his shoulders sagged. What's his problem? I thought to myself as another shooting pain races though my body. Isn’t he supposed to want to help me? William seemed to ignore this though and walked right up to him. That’s when I realized he was wearing eyeliner and bronzer.
It took all my strength not to burst out laughing right then and there. That and the fact my wrist was throbbing and black dots were dancing across my vision.
A the gay nurse stood up, still looking disappointed, and comes out of the circular desk though a little door with an exasperated sigh in my direction, he finally asks, "What's wrong?"
I grudgingly hold up my wrist while William tells him that he thinks I broke it. The nurse led us -but it felt more like William- over to a door and opened it.
After a couple x-rays, introductions ( I found out the nurses name was Chris) and a rough handling of my wrist by Chris, which caused me a lot of pain, he finally told me that it was in fact- broken.
But my broken wrist was the least of my problems now, so I let the nurse put my hand to the middle of arm into an off white cast. Scowling at it I couldn’t help but to think about off white being possibly one of the worst color ever. I mean, off white is the color your carpet turns after years of living there, and then you have to buy an expensive carpet cleaner that most of the time won't work on the carpet.
Then of course there is the fact that having an off white cast will just lead to more filth accumulating onto it and turning it more to a gray than an off white, which is just as bad most of the time. I would much rather of had a pink or blue cast but the nurse didn’t give me an option.
And then of course after William saw it, he made a disgusted face and asked if there weren't any other colors. "Oh yes," Chris said turning to me, "did you want one of them?" After nodding my head Chris looks down at my already bandaged in off white fiber glass and plaster glumly, "Oh well, too late now." Chris's face then lit up in a brilliant smile that reached from ear to ear.
"Now, Destiny, you may go back to your room. Get some rest." He shrugged at this for no apparent reason and turned to William, "But Willy, Willy, Willy. You should stay, for some, err, tests!"
William shoots Chris a piercing glance. "I'm fine and I'm going to take Destiny back to our room." William puts extra emphasis on the word our as if stressing that he wasn’t gay and didn’t want to get it on with the school nurse, who defiantly was gay.
William puts his hand on the small of my back lightly and leads me out of the nurse's office quickly. As soon as we are out and the door is closed to prevent Chris from hearing me, I double over and burst out laughing.
Shooting me a dirty glare, William starts to walk off without me but I catch the spectacle of a small smile playing at his lips. I jog to catch up with William, holding back laughter the whole time.
"I'm sorry, that was insensitive of me."
He glances back at me and begins laughing. I feel the smile on my lips fade slightly and my eyebrows come together in confusion. Was he laughing at me?
"What?" I ask finally after he is done laughing.
"That dude was crazy!" was his reply.
The smile from earlier reappears on my face and I playfully push him. He chuckles and looks down at my wrist. I had almost forgotten about my wrist. I was so preoccupied on the boy nurse so obviously flirting with William; I had hardly felt any pain, aside from when he was checking my wrist. After the cast got put on, I have felt no pain. "Does it hurt?" I hear his whisper softly in my ear and I look up at him. His face so pristine and beautiful that it takes my breath away from what seems like the millionth time already; in the short time I have known him.
My gaze moves to his lips. They tremble a little, as if he was going to kiss me. I feel my lips part and my eyes flutter closed as his lips press softly to mine for a perfect moment before drawing back. I drag one finger across my bottom lip slowly and watch for William's reaction.
First he just looks at me and I find myself gazing into his deep brown eyes, getting lost completely in them. They are so unlike Erik's; they seem to be endless voids of swirling brown and a slight hint of gold. They were the most beautiful things I had ever seen.
Then I remember; I have a boyfriend, and he was not the boy I just kissed.
Guilt plummets throughout my heart and I drop my hand so it grazes my cast. My broken wrist now started to throb in the most unbearable and painful way, so much unlike when I actually broke it, I wondered how I could be in so much pain so suddenly. Guilt must do that to you.
"I'm sorry," I tell him softly. He simply shrugs.
"I'm not. But I won't do it again." He adds and turns to walk away. Over his shoulder he waves for me to follow and I do so, carefully holding my wrist to help prevent some of the pain.
I jog until I'm right beside him then look up to his face. He is looking ahead, so his face is turned slightly away from me. His brown locks curl behind his ear and fall gently around his shoulders and back. The one eye I can see has a far off look to it, as if he was thinking about a completely self consuming thing that he couldn’t stop thinking about. I couldn’t help but wonder what it was that was so intriguing to him suddenly. I suddenly found myself actually hoping he was thinking about the wonderful, perfect, magical, breathtaking kiss we just had in the middle of campus with all the staring boys I had already grown accustom to ignoring.
A knife of guilt stabs me clean though my chest as I realize, I have a major crush on William, I kissed William even, but I still had a boyfriend.
~*♥*~

“Come. Let's put our books in our next class before we go to lunch.” Whestly tells me after class. It was time to go to lunch, were I had a date with him. An unwanted date but yet, I felt very guilty about it. I had a boyfriend, just hours earlier I had kissed another boy that I seem to like a lot, and now I have a lunch date with a boy that couldn’t be more different than the two.
I'm starting to think I'm a slut.
I take up all my books skillfully with one arm, balancing them from my wrist to the inside of my elbow and walking a bit off balance.
“How do you know what class I have next?” I ask him, breathing heavy with all my books on my one uninjured arm
He looks at me and half smiles. My pulse quickened, and I try to convince myself it was because of the weight I was trying to balance on my one arm and not because I was attracted to yet another boy. Or that it was because I was afraid of him in the slightest. But then his smile fades and he sees me struggling with my multiple heavy text books on one arm while my other dangles uselessly at my side with my ugly off white cast.
Quickly, he rushed to my side and took my books from my hand. I tried to protest this, but he just interrupted me asking what happened.
"You happened." I explain how I hurt my wrist when I fell down in front of him. He just scowled and continued to walk in the direction of my next class.
"Wait," I suddenly realize something, "How do you know what my next class is?
“I know things.” He replies vaguely and I look at him with an eyebrow raised. He really was a freak.
We arrive at a building then. It had a sign that announced it was Drama class. He sets his two books on the steps.
“Wont someone take them if you leave them there?” I ask, bewildered he would do something so stupid. Boys always take what isn’t theirs. Boys will be boys.
“Not my stuff, “He says as he takes my books form me and puts them once step about his, “and they won't take yours either. As long as you're with me no one will touch you.”
“What do you mean-” He places a finger on my lips, his face suddenly very close to mine. My heart beats faster still.
“Shh. Come on.” He takes my wrist and pulls me behind him towards the lunch room.