This is my first attempt at a story. I got impatient with getting it reviewed and edited so hopefully it's structured well. I hope you all enjoy! Some feedback would be greatly appreciated as I have a plan on where to take the story. I would like to get some input if I should rework it first though, continue it, or move to another story entirely. Thanks!
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"What the FUCK am I doing here?" I thought once again. I was starting to sound like a broken record, but I guess it was expected, considering I was completely out of my environment: Senior Prom. It stood for everything I hated. People putting in their best attempts to look good in the hopes that they receive compliments, except that those compliments were only given with expectation to be returned. A perfect example of a social tango that I felt sick whenever I was forced to participate. In reality though, it could all be described in one word: attention. Everyone, doing everything in their power to achieve that attention that they so desperately craved. I didn't understand it! I was much more satisfied to sit behind stage watching the play unfold, unnoticed, but that's just me...
I should probably apologize for the run-on and make a proper introduction. I tend to get on a train of thought initially as a passenger, but get so wrapped up, I miss my departure by 5 or 6 exits before I notice. Only at that point it's too late. Everyone is already questioning if I'm a hobo hitching a train ride... Ok that was the last random thought, I swear.
My name's Luc (sounds like Luke). My actual name is Lucca (my family is Italian) which in fact is the Italian equivalent of Luke. I'd look as you'd expect with my heritage, dark brown hair, brown eyes, and light olive skin. I was much to look at, considering those features and my average height, 5'10" and slim build, which helped me to blend in. I'm a senior, as I previously stated, and as a few weeks ago, no longer considered a minor.
So there I was sitting at a chair, at an empty table, watching the play unfold, unnoticed, berating myself for giving in to attending this overrated social affair. I wasn't sure why I allowed myself to be badgered in to attending. I guess I was just so fed up with being lectured by my mother, one of the few people I actually could enjoy communicating with, and my only friend, Cassie. At the moment though, I was seriously reconsidering that title as she wasn't even here herself to keep me company. When I showed up to her door in my tux, she dared to give the response: "Psshh, please! Like I would go without a date!"
"What the fuck are you doing??", a deep voice asked behind me, breaking me out of my trance. I jumped as my blood turned to ice and my adrenaline kicked. That was my instinct any time someone took notice of me. In my experience, it was rarely followed by a good experience, which is why I preferred to go unnoticed. I cautiously turned and looked up, preparing myself for the worst. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding when I saw that it was Brett.
Unlike most douche bags at the school, like Max, Brett was someone that I could be near without having a coronary. It seemed like just about everyone liked him. He wasn't a typical arrogant jock, even though he was on the swimming, track, and soccer team. I never saw him angry or mean towards someone. In fact, he seemed to be nice to everyone.
So there I was, sitting and trying to decide how to respond to Brett's odd question as he looked down at me with a smirk. Even if I hadn't been sitting, he'd still be looking down at me, thanks to his 6'3" height and muscular structure.
"You're the last person I expected to be here, Luch. I thought you hated these things!" he said, as he grinned with a confused stare. I'm not sure where he got the nickname from, but he used it as far back as I could remember and was the only one to use it.
"I do... I was nagged in to coming though." I quietly replied as I broke the eye contact. I never really liked to look at someone for long. I feared that it would allow the person to see something intimate about me. Not that I was hiding anything, since I was as much an enigma to myself as anyone else.
"Where is she? Better yet, who made you come? It's kind of shitty to drag you out and then abandon you." he asked.
"Why the hell is he so interesting?" I wondering silently.
"Cassie wasn't feeling well" I lied to protect her image. "And I don't think they'd allow my mom to come."
I regretted that additional info as soon as it left me mouth and immediately felt my cheeks burn. Why would I let him know that my mom still had that much control over me still?
I was surprised when he let out a large bellow of a laugh rather than the scoff or scrunched, judgmental face that I was expecting.
"Yeah, that may been a bit awkward for everyone", he said as he continued chuckling.
There was stretched time of awkward silence as his laughter died off and he resumed his staring. I was expecting him to walk off after that but he seemed to have no intention to do so. Damn it, why couldn't I just be left alone?
"What about you? There's no way you came solo, is there?" I asked, scraping for anything that could break that fucking stare.
His smile quickly as he looked down and mumbled "Nah, my intended date wasn't available."
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that." I replied, actually feeling bad.
"Nah, no worries. I'm expecting things to turn around" Brett said, as his smile and stare returned.
"Oh well, that's good! I don't want to get in the way of that. I'll let you get back to her." I replied, probably too quickly after seeing an opportunity to end this. I just wanted to sulk for another ½ hour before this was over.
"I'm in no rush. I have a feeling things will work out on their own." he said as he sat down backwards in the chair next to me and leaned forward. I immediately tensed up from his close vicinity. I never had much physical contact or even got close to others like this so I was way out of my comfort zone. I swallowed hard as we fell in to another awkward silence. His blue eyes almost seemed electrified as he continued staring.
