Random Knigghts - Dennitra Lomax (my reading book .TXT) 📗

His brows conveyed his confusion.
"Why would you go out of your way, just to find me?"
I ‘d lowered my voice, and my head, not wanting anyone to hear. He looked down and lifted my chin so I was looking at him.
"Haven't you figured it out by now, Ally? I like you!"
I felt my legs go numb, and then my knees gave out. Had Liam not grabbed my waist, I would’ve landed face first on the pavement.
"Ally? Are you alright?"
His voice was full of concern. When I opened my eyes, I saw him searching my face, probably to find the reason why I had fainted there. My face flushed red from embarrassment, and he sighed in relief. After I was steady on my feet, we both laughed at how I nearly smashed my face on the concrete and continued to walk.
"Maybe I shouldn't have told you I like you, I mean, look what happened!"
He barely finished his sentence before bursting into a fit of laughs. I elbowed him in the side, and he faked a broken rib.
"I'm just kidding," he said, as he held up his hands in surrender, "I'm glad that I told you. Hey, by the way, your reaction didn't exactly help me figure out if you like me too..."
His body tensed up as if he were awaiting a mighty blow, so I laid my hand on his chest to put him at ease.
"Of course I like you, Liam."
His body eased up, and we entered the school building.


Chapter Four

This is so insane! Just yesterday, I felt so alone, and now today, I couldn't feel more alive. It's like I can see better. The haze that once surrounded my eyes, is no longer there. Liam makes me feel so strange, but it's a good strange. I never want to be without this strange. I never want to be without him. Liam and I made it through the day quite easily, considering we had every class together. First period, Chemistry, was a cinch. We had to identify the phases of Mitosis, Liam and I finished first, and all of our answers were correct. The rest of the class struggled, so our teacher Mr. Clay walked around the class to help everyone individually. Liam and I seized that opportunity to pass a note back and forth:
U r pretty smart, 4 a girl jk
I noticed his slang words, and it was kind of hard to read, but I didn't mind.
Well thank you, you’re not too bad yourself, for a boy :)
How bout yo other classes? How u do in those?
Not to brag, but I'm pretty smart lol like Albert Einstein smart
Cool, me 2 lol
lol
Can I ask u a ?
Sure...
Does it bother u, 2 be seen with me?
What makes you say that?
I kinda noticed how we rushed 2 get into class, u were tuggin' on my arm so hard, I've got a bruise lol
I looked out of the corner of my eyes to the seat directly beside me, where he sat. He moaned and rubbed his arm like it was sore, then grinned, and I rolled my eyes.
Sorry about your arm, guess I don't know my own strength :) But it doesn't bother me at all to be seen with you, if anything, it should be vice versa
Okay, cool. Wait, wat do u mean vice versa?
He looked upset and I wondered if I should just change the subject all together, but I decided to go with it .
I mean, look at you Liam. Look at me, we are like, total opposites! You’re gorgeous, girls go into a frenzy if you so much as look their direction. I'm not beautiful, and guys run away if I happen to be in the same room as them.
I tossed the note at him, and laid my face down into my desk.
Ally, how could you say that you’re not beautiful when I see nothing but beauty? Your eyes are a mixture between brown and green, it's like they change in sync with your mood. Your hair is the darkest black, like charcoal, and it shines in even dull light, and your skin is so soft, so smooth. Your fair skin compliments every feature you have, enhancing it. Your smile, god your smile, it's warming. You could literally melt snowmen with your smile alone :)
He slid the note underneath my right arm, since I still laid face down on my desk, and after reading his words, I couldn't stop the tears from escaping my tightly shut eyes. I'm such a baby these days, but can you blame me? No one, and I mean no one, ever told me I was beautiful. He reached his hand out to wrap it into mine and I smiled, despite my tears. I raised my head, and he wiped the tears from my cheeks. The bell sounded, but we didn't notice, time seemed to stand still when we looked at each other. Had it not been for Mr. Clay's abrupt "coughing" that startled us, we would’ve stayed there all day. After rolling my eyes at Mr. Clay for his 'subtle' attempt to get us out of his class, Liam and I walked into the hall hand-in-hand, and I took a deep breath. The hallway was full of whispers, gasps, and low laughter.
As we entered the crowd, everyone moved out of our way. I was used to this reaction, but I wasn't sure if Liam was. I didn't really want to see his expression, in case it were bad but I needed to see it. So, I forced myself to look at him and his expression shocked me. His face was smooth, aside from his eyes. They wrinkled around the edges, and I wondered why. I looked at the rest of his face and noticed a big smile spread across it. He was smiling? He looked down at me, as if he could decipher between my stare and everyone else’s, and his smile increased. He squeezed my hand before he let it drop to my side, then he wrapped his warm arm around my waist. He still looked at me, as we continued to walk, and I couldn't help but look at him. His smile held reassurance, and I felt completely relaxed. My shoulders eased and I let out a huge breath. I guess I’d been holding my breath since we left Mr. Clay's class. He chuckled, and I realized we were no longer walking. I hadn't been paying attention to where we were walking, and I didn't think he’d been either, but here we were, in front of our lockers. He already had his locker open, grabbing books from his backpack to place them into the locker. He’d handled that so well. Everyone was talking about him, probably saying what an idiot he was for hanging out with me, but it hadn't phased him at all. He just smiled. Gosh, he was amazing.
"Ally, what's your combo?"
He was standing in front of my locker now, looking at me, with his hand on the lock to my locker.
"Oh sorry, it's 07-29-93. My birthday."
"Ooo, now I know your combination," he teased, “and your birthday!"
He grinned a mischievous grin, and stepped aside to allow me to grab my books.
"Yeah, so you better not forget it," I teased, stepping forward.
"Oh, I wont!"
He leaned against the lockers, and looked up as though he were deep in thought.
"Say, you must be Liam, right?" A voice, of whom I didn't recognize, boomed to the right of me.
"Err, yeah, I'm Liam Wright."
Liam's voice was calm, but I could hear something else in it. I shifted my body in their direction, and immediately knew who the boy was and why he was talking to Liam.
"I'm Matt, quarterback of the football team," he fixed the collar of his gray and black letterman before speaking again, "I hear you’re quite 'familiar' with the game."
I was confused by his emphasize on the word 'familiar' but something told me I would find out what he meant soon enough. He wasn't alone either. Accompanying him were two other boys, who stood motionless a step behind him. These guys were huge! They also wore the knight themed letterman’s as Matt did, but their expressions were not as inviting. (Although the heat outside was intense, the school was always freezing, which is why the football team walked around parading their letter jackets.) They looked angry, possibly disgusted. Their arms crossed against their broad chests, and their heads tilted upward. As if they didn't already tower over everyone, they wanted to portray that they were better too. They were just a bunch of self-absorbed jocks.
"I'm hardly 'familiar'." Liam replied in a joking tone.
"No need to be modest Liam, I've seen the transcripts from your previous school," he looked at his nail as if something were there, flicked whatever it was off, and continued, "not bad."
He looked back at his team-mates, who looked bored out of their minds, then returned his gaze back to Liam.
"We would love to have you on our team. You would be..." his eyes searched, trying to find the right words, "such an asset."
His dark, blue eyes lit up with excitement. I couldn't picture him following Matt everywhere like these two, I looked at the guys behind Matt with disgust, but they didn't notice. My heart started beating rapidly when I realized that once Liam was one of them, he would no longer be my friend. He would no longer talk to me. No longer walk with me. No longer hold my hand, or caress my face. Liam's voice interrupted my thoughts.
"That is very, kind of you Matt, but..."
Matt interrupted him, mid-sentence.
"You don't have to decide now, just think about it."
Matt smiled and patted Liam on the shoulder, then turned to the two guys and nodded his head forward. It must’ve been some kind of command, because the two guys started walking away.
Matt spoke over his shoulder to Liam, "Don't take too long," his tone no longer cheerful, "we won't wait forever."
The edge in Matt’s voice, sent shivers down my spine. I watched him, and his followers, walk down the hallway. I saw everyone's eyes shift from Matt's direction, to ours, and back again. I wanted to scream at all of them, tell them to get to class and mind their own business. But, before I could build up the courage to, Liam was by my side.
He whispered his warm breath into my ear, "That was random, huh."
I could tell he was smiling, by how his words came out. I turned to him and smiled as well.
"Yeah, totally."
"We'd better get to class."
"Yeah."
He intertwined his hands into mine, and we hurried to class.
I had so many questions to ask him, but I didn't want to ask them on paper, not to mention we had no alone time through-out the rest of the day. Second period Psychology, was a drag. We did nothing but take notes, the entire hour and a half. My hand was throbbing, and that contributed to me not wanting to write him a note. So, I figured I would wait for our walk home. That would give me enough time to plan out the questions I wanted to ask, and the walk home was the perfect time to ask them. After second period, lunch was brutal. Liam went to the office to speak to admissions about changing his