Ophelia
After the teacher gives us instructions, she tells us we can scatter throughout the school and find a place to sketch. Without saying a word, Mason takes my hand and leads me out the door and out into the courtyard of the school. He takes a seat leaning against a tree and motions for me to sit as well.
“So you are the famous Ophelia?” I look at him like he has just dropped a bomb, and he chuckles at my look. “Maggie didn’t shut up about you when she came home. I was visiting Cole and heard her.” I shake my head in understanding. “Cole is her brother.”
“Oh, so that is the one that everyone is trying to sink their claws into.” I laugh at this. Mason smiles at me like he completely agrees. “Maggie was amazing last night. That girl won herself a spot in my heart.” I smile at him. “So, mind if I start first?”
“No, go right ahead. Mind if I talk while you do?” I shake my head no letting him know he is free to talk. “So you seem different from your sister. She came walking into the school like she owned the place. I can already tell she is going after that queen bee position.” He laughs as he says this. “Are you sure you two are related? You look nothing alike, and you defiantly don’t act alike.” He grins, and I think he knows he is getting on my nerves.
“I’m pretty sure we are related. My parents favor her more, so she became a spoiled brat, and for whatever reason, she hates me. Trust me when I say that she makes people’s lives a living hell when she wants. Alright, your turn.” I show him what I have so far.
“Damn. You’re good.” I smile at him and give him a quick thanks. “So Maggie warned Cole about her. Whether that will do any good or not, I have not got a clue. Cole tends to do whoever or whatever he wants.” He laughs as he says this.
“So are you saying your friend is a man whore?” I laugh at this. Mason laughs along with me.
“Just so you know, you intimidated me in the classroom. That staring made me feel like I was about as big as a mustard seed.”
“Sorry. I just wanted to see what all the fuss was about, and I saw it firsthand.” He laughs again. I raise an eyebrow at him because I have no idea what he was talking about. “Maggie and then all the whispers in the hall.” I nod my head in understanding.
“Maggie, I get but the whispers. It must be how the new girl is a letdown in the looks department.” I know that has to be the reason. No one in their right mind would think any different.
“You couldn’t be more wrong if you tried. You are far from a letdown. I would say most are trying to figure out how to either get in your pants or be your friend. Ophelia, you have no idea how beautiful you are, do you?”
I look up at him in shock, no one has ever said anything like that to me before. My parents do nothing but ridicule me for my looks, and I can’t figure out what Mason’s angle is in saying all this. We fall into a silence that isn’t uncomfortable at all, and he works on his sketch."Sooner or later Ophelia, you'll understand the effect you have on guys. Most of them are gonna be intimidated by how smart you are, so the only ones that are going to ask you out are the ones that have the balls to do it. Not everything in life is how you see it. It sounds like you are blinded by what your family says."
“We should head back to class and get our stuff. The bell will ring in about five minutes.” He stands as he says this and offers his hand for me to use to get up. “I think you and I are going to get along just fine, Ophelia.” With that, he takes my hand, kisses it, and walks off. I stand there, shocked for a moment. Did I imagine all that?
For the first time in my life, I am honestly perplexed by what a boy has done. Most of the time, I can reason out what has happened with simple logic. Boys are physical beings, who most of the time, only think about their physical needs. I know this sounds judgy, and maybe it is. The thing is that all my experience with boys has ended the same way, disappointment.
I need to stop thinking about this kind of stuff. It will only lead me to be heartbroken in the end. Guys don't like me like that. Mason must be messing with me because I'm new. That is the only thing that can explain all this. I need that to be the only thing that it can be. I've already let my guard down and let Maggie in. I can't just be giving everyone a free pass to break my heart.
Cole
I make my way to my locker and see a grinning Mason walking up to me. We have been friends for as long as I can remember, so I know that this look has something to do with something he knows that I don’t. I close my locker and look at him, silently telling him to spill whatever it is that has him grinning like an idiot this early in the morning.
“So, I met her. Not the bitchy one, yours.” I roll my eyes immediately know that he is talking about Ophelia. “She is one of a kind that one. She was in my art class, and that girl has some talent. She is just as amazing as Maggie said. I may have to snag her up for myself.” I give him a look that tells him that he had better shut up fast. “I know, she’s yours. But when you’re done, I may just be there to pick up the pieces. I could fall hard for her.”
“You just met her man. You’re willing to give up having anyone at any time to be committed to one girl?” I ask this in all seriousness. Mason never talks about girls at all. He just hits it and quits it without telling anyone anything. He thinks that a true man never reveals such things.
Mason is like most guys in that he likes the variety of any girl at any time. I myself am the same way. I think that if most guys were hones they would say the same. There is too much going on in life to settle down to one girl who is going to demand your time. I want to live my life for myself and no one else. A girlfriend just complicates that.
“For her yes, I would. Don’t break her man. I like the girl.” He walks off as he says this. I’ll admit that I have never shown this much interest in a girl before, but that doesn’t mean that I am going to fall in love with her. There is nothing that says I have to spend the rest of my life with her just because I took an interest. I make my way to English and notice that someone is talking to Mr. Nash the teacher. As I get closer, I see that it is Ophelia.
Nash looks like he just got to open a Christmas present early with the way he is looking at her. Nash is in his early twenties, most of the female population of the school thinks that he is good-looking. To me, he is just another guy. I notice that Ophelia seems to be slightly blushing and almost a little uncomfortable with the situation. I take that as my cue to walk into the classroom. I make sure that Nash doesn’t do anything to upset her. Once he notices me, he quickly wraps up what he was saying and points her to a desk to have a seat.
I make my way toward the back and sit at a seat where I'll be able to watch her. I’m curious as to what she has done to make Mason so infatuated with her. I know what my sister told me, and that's why I did take an interest, but there has never been anyone to capture my interest and most certainly not my heart.
I think that I need to get to the bottom of what makes Ophelia Harris such a big deal to the people that are around her. She is beautiful, but that doesn't mean that she is someone that people genuinely care about. There are tons of beautiful girls around, but most of them are the worst kind of people. People who expect things just because they are good-looking have ugly souls. Mason would never gush about someone like that. Just who are you, Ophelia Harris?
Ophelia I have never been so thankful in all my life for someone to walk into a classroom. The teacher I have for English was embarrassing me with all his praise for my grades and writing. My old school had sent over some of my writing, and Mr. Nash thought it was great. He was encouraging me to think about a job in literature. I told him multiple times that I wanted to be a literature professor. There was nothing wrong with our conversation, it just bothers me a lot when people overly praise me since I’m not used to getting that much praise. My old teachers had figured that out and made sure to keep the praise to a minimum. I quickly sat down and felt eyes staring at the back of my head. I turned around and saw the most gorgeous creature God had ever put on the earth. His dark brown hair was slicked back, and he was covered in tattoos. He had piercing gray eyes that held something I couldn’t place, was it mischief, curiosity, or something else entirely. He suddenly
OpheliaAs I sit down to eat Dominic and Pearce follow behind and sit at the table with me. I notice all of the whispers, and I notice Katherine walking in with a squad of look-alikes. I knew that she would find a spot right in the middle of the popular kids. The girls walk over to the table where Cole and Mason are sitting with a couple of other guys. I watch as Katherine tries flirting with Cole.I feel my heart hurt, and my stomach drops. The scene in front of me makes me look away. I can’t sit here and watch, as once again, she takes something I want. Wait, did I just think that I want Cole? That’s impossible. I just met him, and he is an arrogant man-whore.“I see she wastes no time going after what she wants,” Pearce says with a snarl. “I had a feeling this would happen. Some of the guys at this school go for the quick, easy lay. Cole is one of those guys. He just sleeps with a girl and moves on. I have never seen him date som
Ophelia As the bell rings, I make my way out of the room and then the school. I don’t want to be in her path, so I beeline for my car. I decide to call Maggie and see if she wants to hang out. I don’t start work until tomorrow, so I need a distraction for tonight. “My darling Ophelia, I was hoping you would call and give me all the details of the first day!” She giggles, and I can tell she is very happy to have gotten my call. I laugh, and I feel like I finally found someone that I can trust. “Well, are you free for dinner?” I am praying that she doesn’t have any plans. “I’m free. Meet me in the town square.” As we hang up, I see Katherine come storming out of the school, and I know that she is looking for me. She wants to make me pay for what happened in that class, and I know that she will be looking for anything she can use against me. As I begin to pull off, I see Cole and Mason walk out of the school looking as if they are looking for someone. As
Cole Today did not play out the way I had hoped. It's going to take a lot of hard work if I'm gonna get her to trust me or hell even like me. She didn’t outright say she hates me, but I can tell that she is far from falling for me. The usual technics I use to get girls to do nothing to her. The smirks, the stares, and the bad boy routine did nothing. The only person that I can think of that can help me is Maggie. I don’t want the lecture that will come along with her advice. Dominic and Pearce were able to hold a pretty decent conversation with her at lunch, and I’m dying to know what they said to her. She seemed to be very responsive to Pearce, and I can tell he has a thing for her. To be honest just about every guy in school has a thing for her. She's completely different from any girl in that school, and I think that's what is attracting every male in the school. There comes a point in time when the easy lay doesn’t do it for you anymore. I think most of us are at
Ophelia The next morning I get to school around the same time as Katherine. I witness the thing that I was scared of seeing. She saunters over to Cole, and I can already see by the look on his face that he got what he wanted, and he's done. I shut my locker just as Pearce and Dominic walk up, and we all turn to watch what will be a show for the ages. "This isn't going to end well is it?" Dominic asks. "I don't think so, man," Pearce says. “Hey, baby. Did you miss me?” Katherine purrs and flutters her eyelashes at Cole. She is rubbing her hands up and down his arms, and I see the irritation flowing off him in waves. Katherine is oblivious to all this. “Who told you that you could call me that? Better yet, what the hell do you think you’re doing? I just slept with you once, that doesn’t mean that we are a couple or that I even care about you. You were just an easy lay. No one claimed you, so I just took what I thought might be a good time. Turns
Ophelia "What are you doing this evening, my beautiful Mae?" Mason asks as we work on our drawings. Today is the last day of our project, and I hate to see it end. Mason is fun to hang around. I have been able to let myself relax and have fun while working on this. He makes me laugh and seems to get it when I don't want to talk about something. I don't see him in any romantic way, but I will admit any girl of his would-be lucky. He seems to be a caring and fun guy. "I'm most likely going to be reading. Why?" I raise my brow in question. "I was hoping you would join me and the guys tonight. We thought about going to see a movie and thought you might enjoy coming." He has that hopeful yet puppy face going on. "I don't know. With everything that happened with Cole and my sister, it may not be a good idea." I do my best to not look at him. "You can't let their problems keep you from having fun. It's not like you are going out on a date wit
Cole I couldn't control my frustration, so I walked off. Is that really how Ophelia saw me? Does she see me and a man-shore? And if she does, why does that bother me? I've spent years building up my barriers. I wouldn't fall for someone who would only use me. Girls want me for two things, money and power. I've never met someone who genuinely liked me for who I am and not what I have. But, that statement might not be true anymore. I walk over to my locker and see Mason and Jacob there. Jacob gives me a look, and I know that he can sense my irritation. Mason looks down the hall and, with no doubt sees Ophelia walking away. I know that he's going to have questions, and I don't know that I want to answer them. "Spill it. You look pissed off, and Ophelia looks guilty." Jacob says. I'm shocked to hear him ask. The boy very rarely talks, and he isn't the type to want to talk about feelings or anything of the sort. Mason busts out laughing, and I smile at thi
Ophelia I walk into the counseling office and see a mid-aged woman with beautiful chestnut hair. She smiles at me and walks toward me. She puts her hand out to shake my hand. I get the feeling that she is going to be someone that I can talk to. "You must be Ophelia. I'm Mrs. Adams, and I am your counselor." She smiles brightly. "It's nice to meet you. Ms. Henson told me that you would be working with me on my plans." I smile as she leads me to her office. We both take our seats after she closes the door. I look around her office and see that she has a neat and organized office. I notice that, unlike my last counselor's office, there are no motivational posters all over the wall. There are none of those little nicknacks that have words of wisdom on them. "So I spoke with Ms. Henson and she let me know that your last school didn't seem to have a very good counseling program." She says giving me a week smile. "Yeah, they were more foc