I don’t know what gave me the courage to stare back at her but I did. And with every growing second that I stared into the dazzling blue of her eyes, my courage grew just that little bit more.
I don’t know how long we did that. Just walked looking into each other’s eyes. Could have been seconds or minutes. Could have even been hours. But I didn’t care! All I could think was ‘God damn she’s beautiful!’
The moment was over to quickly though. Our moment abruptly ended when the girl slipped on some ice beneath her feet and fell face first onto the ground.
My legs moved before my mind had time to sort through the thousands of thoughts rushing through my brain. Before I knew it I was knelt next to the girl as she began to sit up.
“Are you okay? You seemed to of slipped on the ice!” I felt weird. I had just spoke to her and I can’t help but get excited at the thought of her talking back to me! Me and her having a conversation! Of course I will ask her, her name in the midst of this conversation but imagine the things we could talk about! I could find out so mu-
“Yeah I think I’m good thank you.” Her voice was trembling like she was nervous. I don’t want her to be nervous.
She wouldn’t even look up at me. Sadness and disappointment hit me like a wrecking ball. I thought she would have a conversation with me I thought... well I thought she would like me. But she won’t even look at me.
I suddenly got that strange wave of confidence again. I reached my hand out and put it under her chin, tilting her head up just enough so I can, once again, look into her eyes.
“Are you sure you took quite a nasty fall?”
Her eyes widened at my touch and her cheeks flushed the most adorable pink colour. I kept my hand where it was though, lightly placed under her chin. I don’t know why I kept it there- I just did.
“Err... uhm... ye...yeah I’m sure.” The girl quickly scrambled to her feet and looked at her shoes yet again.
I wanted to keep the conversation going so I asked the question I’d been longing to ask since I first laid eyes on her.
“What’s your name?”
“Err...Imogen. Imogen-Hope.” Her voice was barely audible but I didn’t care I finally knew her name.
“Well Imogen-Hope nice to meet you I’m Al-“
“Alex Thompson, you’re in my year at school” Her eyes widened yet again as if she was surprised she just said that.
I smiled at her even though she wasn’t even looking in my direction. I couldn’t help it. For so long I’d had this small infatuation with this girl, and now, I’m finally talking to her! Her cheeks had flushed again and I couldn’t help but feel like jelly at how adorable she looked.
We walked in silence for a few more minutes but I didn’t mind. Even though it was extremely awkward...
“Well this is me. Bye Alex, thank you for helping me.” She mumbled as she started to walk through the gate of her house.
“I’m sorry Imogen-Hope.” She stopped dead in her tracks.
“What for?” Her small voice sounded panicked, she was still turned away from me.
“For distracting you, so much you fell over.” I allowed a small chuckle to leave my lips. “I didn’t mean to, I feel quite honoured to make it happen. Not that you fell over of course because I, almost literally, had a heart attack. I can see that you have a red mark on your face which will most likely bruise, therefore I am sorry. On the other hand, like I said, I feel relatively honoured to know I have the power to make people suddenly unaware of their surroundings and lose control of their own feet.” I was smiling like an idiot by the end of my little apology speech.
Without any warning Imogen-Hope whipped around so she was facing me, slipping just a little bit but quickly steadying herself on the fence next to her.
“I accept your apology, but don’t flatter yourself. You had nothing to do with me falling, I’m just clumsy.” Sarcasm clear in her voice. A smirk on her lips, which surprised me because I’ve never seen her smile before.
And with that she turned away and walked into her house. Even after the door was shut I still stood there staring at the door, because, well I didn’t want to leave. Didn’t want to be any further away from her than what I was now.
Come on Alex, you will see her tomorrow! My subconscious whispered in the back of my mind.
And with that thought I turned and began to make the rest of my journey home. The name Imogen-Hope playing through my mind.