Jealousy

He had never known the feeling, to be loved and to love back. So watching movies or reading books about such gave his mind a slight buzz.
Aryll sat in the back of his History class, and as usual, he was ignored by everyone. Including the teacher. Aryll didn't mind. He was easily a recluse. The only reason he would choose not to be one was when the school got new students, which was, as of late, everyday.
He would stand up straight and look pretty, hoping to catch the eye of a new girl. Otherwise he would lean back in his chair and look cool to interest a new guy. It was his newer routine, apparently.
So when a certain teenaged girl by the name of Xera walked into the classroom, wearing jeans and a blue blouse, Aryll's interest was piqued. After Xera took her seat at the back of the class, Aryll was reluctant to look away from her. She was about as tall as he was, with black and red hair, vibrant green eyes and adorable freckles. He found himself unconsciously licking his lips as he looked over her bodily features. Not skinny, and not fat, with amazing curves and long legs. Aryll kind of chuckled at himself, wondering what sort of trouble he and Xera could get into. His heart fluttered in his chest as images faded into his mind, and he became a bit breathless. Stopping with a gasp, Aryll widened his eyes.
Was this...what it felt like to fall in love? Certainly not, more like a crush-at-first-sight kinda thing. He would have to get to know her first before he claimed he was in love with her. And that's what he was going to do.

With his mind made up, Aryll sat there doodling while he waited anxiously for the bell to ring. He doodled idly with his pen, giving long strokes and then short brushes. He didn't really understand what it was he drew, and he had been doing this for a long time. Just not as fiercely.
When the high-strung bell rang, Aryll picked up his things and walked out of the door, but awaited right outside the doorframe. He wanted to at least greet Xera, to find out what she sounded like and what she may think of him. When she sauntered over to the doorway, taking her precious time, Aryll mentally prepared himself. "Hey.." he smiled, holding out his hand to Xera as she got close enough. A moment of confused silence passed, before Xera extended a hand and very sweetly replied, "Hi...".
Aryll melted a little, at her voice. It was shy and strong at the same time, yet sweet as honey.
Aryll was mesmerized as she continued to speak. "I'm Xera..".
"I'm Aryll." he replied.
Suddenly, another voice popped into their small talk conversation. "Hey babe, what's happening?" Aryll knew that voice: it was Aaron, captain of the football team and the douchebag of the year. At least, in Aryll's book.
"I got Trojan in the truck, if you wanna make use of 'em." he laughed, getting uncomfortably close to Xera, and pushing Aryll roughly out of the way. "Um...no thank you.." Xera mumbled under Aaron's muscled biceps, which were barely hidden by his school jacket. Aryll became a bit protectively enraged. "Hey, she said no. Leave her alone, alright?" he calmly suggested, not wanting any trouble. Aaron laughed humorlessly. "Right, because she likes you better than me, huh? Because most girls so totally like you more than me." he said with heavy sarcasm. Aryll got a bit green with envy. Aaron had always stolen the girls that Aryll liked. He was a professional flirt, unlike Aryll. Though Aaron's techniques don't have much of an effect on Xera, as the case may be. Xera fought out of Aaron's grasp and into Aryll's arms, which, by the look he gave, surprised him. He shielded her from Aaron, giving a hateful look. Aaron didn't hesitate to move the skinny Aryll out of his way, and Aryll didn't hesitate to stop him. Out of instinct, Aryll landed a fist to Aaron's jaw, discombobulating him for a second. Aaron, stunned as he was, returned with an uppercut, which a lucky Aryll dodged. Aryll kind of guided Xera out of the way of the brawl, not wanting her to be hurt. It was jealousy that started the fight, it would be jealousy that ended it. As Aaron pulled his arm back to punch, Aryll lifted a leg and kicked the jock square in the chest. "Don't let jealousy get the better of you!" he laughed, and knew he should recall his own words.