Clouds by Jazelyn
She was keen on making it to class early today, attempting to maneuver around the crowds of people. She tried to squeeze by Mason on the staircase, one of the boys in her grade, but their shoulders inadvertently collided. Jacquelyn's belongings fell and slid down the stairs.
"Oops, sorry!" he called, continuing to walk up the stairs.
She shuffled her folders together and grunted, "Aren't you insolent. . ."
Mason rose an eyebrow at his friends before stepping down to help the girl. "Fine, I'll help," he regaled, bending down. "Only cuz' I'm a chivalrous man."
Jacquelyn rolled her eyes when a breeze moved a strand of her light blonde hair across her cheek. The shadow that was looming over her for years was gone. With a sharp intake of breath, she glanced at Mason. She barely knew him; they probably have only talked twice. He had a pale yet toned body and red curly hair that neared his shoulders. He couldn't be her soulmate, right? Their blue eyes met, hers squinted in confusion and his crinkled by a smile. He must not have a cloud, she thought.
He stood up. "Well, see you in science!" And with that, he left Jacquelyn crouching on the bottom of that staircase.