I'm not Barbie, a Romance fanfic

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Boring Brown

He let out a big yawn, and then turned over and stared at me. I rose up my right eyebrow, and fidgeted around in my seat.

“Kim, this movie is boring,” Jayden said, locking his eyes with mine. I stayed quiet, and returned my gaze at the TV screen. “Is this really how you’re going to spend ‘best friend’ time? I have a date with Jessie in two hours.” I rolled my eyes at the mention of her name. Jessica Imlah wasn’t the most popular girl in school, but she was one of them; something I couldn’t avoid talking about. She wasn’t on the cheerleading team, nor did she have the brains…but she had the money, the latest gossips, the blond hair, the blue eyes, the perfectly tanned skin (that we all know is spray on), and the image…something that could attract the attention of all the boys at Hartford High School. And what did I have? Nothing….at least nothing that could be compared to that.

“Then why don’t you just leave me alone with my movie, and go hang out with your girlfriend?” I asked in a bitter tone.

“Are you mad?” He asked, poking me in the arm.

“No, I’m not mad. I just haven’t gotten the chance to spend any quality time with my best friend that I’ve known since I was in second grade. He’s too busy with soccer, and his new girlfriend that has these amazing blue eyes that he always mentions. No, I’m not mad…I’m perfectly fine.” I replied in a sarcastic tone.

“Well…she does have pretty eyes,” he responded in a low tone. Guys never know exactly what to say in situations like these, do they? What’s up with people thinking that you have to have green or blue eyes to have pretty eyes? I always thought about this for some reason. I’ve never heard someone say I have pretty eyes…because I just have ordinary, boring, dark brown eyes that blend in with my pupils. Damn genetics.

“Whatever. Could you just leave?” I asked.

“Kim,” Jayden whispered, “I didn’t mean it like that. Jessie is my girlfriend, but she’ll never be able to replace you…my best friend.” My best friend, the title that was given to me from Jayden just because I was the first person to talk to him in second grade when he was new. It was a title that I thought I could change sometime in the future…but I never could, because he only saw me as a best friend. I rolled my eyes at him, and turned off the TV.

“Whatever, I’m going to go take a nap. Lock the door when you leave.” I said, and stood up from the sofa, and started making my way up the stairs. “HAVE FUN WITH YOUR GIRLFRIEND,” I screamed while walking away. I wiped my watery eyes with the sleeve of my hoodie, and smiled to myself. It’s not worth it, Kim. Your tears are not worth shedding for Jayden.

I slammed my locker door shut, and sat down in front of it. I watched as a few people in the hall walk by me, or some small cliques giggling to themselves. 9:00AM…only twenty more minutes until class starts. I put my head down onto my lap, and closed my eyes. I couldn’t believe I had actually spent two hours of my sleep just thinking about Jayden…god…I hate boys.

“What’s up Kim?” I heard someone shout over me. I quickly bobbed my head upwards, and stared at the familiar face. Raymond Underwood…the kid that sat behind me in English and always bothered me.

“What do you want?” I questioned.

“Nothing,” he shrugged, and stuffed his hands into his jeans pockets. “Can’t I just say hello to my fellow classmate?” This is supposed to be a friendly gesture, Kim…don’t freak out.

“No, I just find it weird,” I answered. He cocked up both of his eyebrows, “No, I didn’t mean you were weird…I meant…” I closed my eyes shut, and shook my head, “I meant….I meant……”

“You meant it was just weird or bizarre someone like me would say hi to you, right?” He exclaimed, trying to lessen the tension.

“Yeah,” I muttered, and watched as he sat down next to me, and cross his legs in the same ‘Indian’ style I was sitting in.

“You’re a nice girl,” he stated and smiled to himself…which I found kind of creepy. “It’s a compliment,” he reassured me and grinned. “So…I was thinking…”

“HEY KIM!” Eliza screamed, running down the hall towards me. I watched as she neared me in amusement, and gave her a quick wave. “Do you want to hang out this weekend?” She asked, but didn’t wait for my response, “I’m going on a date with David, but he has to bring along his cousin since he’s new to this area…and I was wondering, could you sort of go on a blind date with his cousin?” She got down on her knees, folded her hands together, put on a puppy dog face, and began to beg, “PRETTTY PLEASEEEEE?” I let out a chuckle, and smiled at her.

“Yeah sure,” I said, “Of course I will do ANYTHING for my Eliza.” I thought over what I had just said, “Okay, maybe not everything….but a lot of things.”

“THANK YOU!” She yelped, and embraced me into a tight hug. She finally let go of me after awhile, and began skipping down the hall.

“Wow…she’s something,” Raymond remarked.

“Definitely,” I agreed with him, and looked over at him. Was it just me…or did he seem sort of sad all of a sudden? “So, what were you thinking awhile ago?” I joked.

“Oh,” he let out a sigh, “nothing.” I stared at him for awhile...but only because he has these amazing gray eyes. Okay, there I go again with eyes…but really, he DID have amazing eyes. At moments they looked hazel, and then all of a sudden gray. I couldn’t exactly tell, but either way, they twinkled…and that was something to compliment about. “What are you staring at?” He asked in amusement, knowing exactly that I was staring at him.

“Oh, nothing,” I quickly answered, and stared at my watch. 9:20AM. Yesss! SAVED BY THE BELL…well…soon I will be…unless….

B-BRiiiiNGGGGG

YESSS!! “Yeah, well…I gotta go…I don’t want to be late for class,” I hurriedly said, and rushed over to my Pre-Calculus class.

Would we really be using all of the materials we learned in school later in life? I mean…we’ll most likely only use the materials we learned in that subject unless we’re majoring in it. Yeah, I guess it’s good to know about history, English, math, and science…but there was NO NEED to go over topics that I’m pretty sure, only a quarter of us will actually apply to our real life. Sometimes I just didn’t understand the education system. I guess you could say I was pretty random…I mean, I spend my whole life just pondering on dumb stuff like that, while other people were out…living life. “God, I am such a loser.” Hmm…did I just say that out loud?

“Yeah, you are,” Raymond whispered from behind me. I looked around the classroom, and noticed that nobody in particular was really staring at me. Okay, so that’s a good thing that I didn’t shout that out…just mumbled it. I turned around and stared at him…..especially his eyes. As you can tell, I have an obsession with eyes. HAH! Sometimes I wonder how I became such a freak. “Why do you always stare at me?”

“WHAT?!” I yelped quietly, “I am NOT staring at you.”

“You’re in deniable. You were SO staring at me,” he whispered back, leaning in closer so I could catch a glimpse of his face. “Do you, perhaps, like me?” My jaw dropped, and like I always did, I stared at him…but not because I found him handsome, but because I couldn’t believe he would assume something like that. Although, staring at someone usually meant you found them attractive in some sort of way, that, or you just found them dead drop ugly (or they had something on their face). “Admit it,” he teased.

“No…seriously, I don’t like you!” I exclaimed. It’s not that I found the need to be repulsive…it’s just that, his assumption was totally wrong. It was wrong in so many ways. I barely knew Raymond (besides from the fact that he sits behind me in English) so there was in no way I could actually like him. Besides, I can’t like somebody who always bothers me in English.

“Oh, well...that sucks,” he said, and leaned back in his chair. “Because I REALLY like YOU.” WHAT?! My cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and I quickly turned my attention back to the front of the class (where nothing in particular was really happening). Raymond Underwood likes ME…out of ALL people? I really must be dreaming. I turned back around to face him, and I could see he had this playful smirk on his face (which was actually quite adorable, if I do say so myself).

“You were joking, right?” I asked.

“No,” he replied firmly. I let out a sigh, and fixed my attention back to his eyes.

“So…are your eyes gray or hazel?”

“They’re gray,” he answered. “Why?”

“Because that’s the reason why I was staring at you. I wanted to know the color of your eyes. I don’t like you, get my drift?”

“Oh,” his cheesy grin immediately switched to a frown. Why had I suddenly felt a little…disappointed in myself too? Sometimes I didn’t get my heart…or my brain for that matter. “So what color are your eyes?” He asked to break the tension.

I pointed to my eye, and let out a chuckle, “boring brown.”

Author’s Note: I’m not so sure how well this story is going to do…but I hope it’ll be pretty good. The inspiration for this story really DID start from the mention of people’s eye colors. I know that is totally weird, but I was on the phone talking with my friend, and she was talking about how her boyfriend’s eyes were soooo amazingly gorgeous (he has green eyes)…and yeah, the story just kind of hit me. Kind of weird, huh?

I know I haven’t gotten very descriptive about how they all look, but I will definitely be getting to it. For some reason, I just didn’t want to describe how they look right in the beginning.

Reviews really get me motivated to continue with my stories, whether they're bad or good. This is my last week of summer, so I might take awhile to update new chapters and stuff. In a week, I will officially be a freshman in high school. I’m pretty nervous. It’s a little immature to be nervous about something like going to high school, but I don’t know…I guess I’m just that type of person who gets nervous over everything.

By the way, sorry if there is any grammar mistake. And, hope you enjoyed reading this chapter!