Echo
Looking at these unknown houses I once again become a stranger amongst a new neighborhood for what seems like the millionth time. This is so different. So difficult. Nobody knows what it's like to be me. All the running, hunting, killing, and constant secrecy. This town will be different. I know so. Fate,
I exited the house with my bag over my shoulder and stomped over the loose gravel before getting inside the truck. Henry looks agitated and pulls out of the drive way and off on the more concrete pavement. As he continue to clutch and unclutch the steering wheel, I take notice of this new town on the way to school. The buildings seem pretty old still, and it's weird how they're still standing. The bricks look as if the thick dust it has built to is waiting to blow away and bring the whole street to crumble. Since it's only dust and just dust. I turn up my iPhone when Henry starts to grunt when we get closer and student population starts to dense. The truck slowly halts with a creek and I look at the building that are up the staircase. I turn back to face Henry when he takes a firm hold on my arm when I try to open the door and exit. He pulls out an earbud looking questioningly, lowering his head. "What?" I ask him. He shrugs gawking a little and I close the slightly opened door. He releases my jacket sleeve and looks straight ahead. Here we go again.
"Name." Demands him.
"John. John Smith." He nods when I answer him almost immediately. It seems a little Pocahontas-ey, but eh.
"Where are you-", without giving him a chance to ask his question I deliberately cut him off.
"Santa Fe. Don't play any sports, not for me. My Dad name is Henry, Mom, Clara died when I was younger. Only child, and that's fine with me. Quiet and conservative family, just want a fresh start again. 17, born third day of March, 1994 in St. Johns Memorial Hospital. I keep to myself now cause I've come down with some type of anti-social disorder." I answer him adding some more in, which in all he didn't expect. He turns and looks at me dead in my eye. I projected him to be surprise but I think I just made him loathe me going to school again even more. "May I go?" I ask wanting to leave. Sighing, he nods his head towards the school. Before my foot steps on the ground he pulls back to a stop. "What now?"
"Keep you head low. Stick to yourself. No pictures, no anything. And none of this loud useless crap," he says yanking my other earbud from my ear, "you're gonna blow out your ears."
"Trapt is a great band. You have no taste in music," I tell him.
"Yeah, and Hot Topic isn't a store for drug induced suicidal teenagers." I shake my head and hop out closing the door. I turn around and lean into the window.
"Hot Topic is awesome." I tell him and walk away. I go up the quick flight of stairs and head into the school. I pass by the main entrance and head to what appears to be the main office. I walk in and go to the counter and look at the lady behind the desk. She stands up and come towards the counter. She assumes I'm the new kid automatically since this school really doesn't get any new faces. When she hands me a folder with all the papers I need and give me some tips and how to remember my way around school, a beautiful blonde walks out of the back office room with a middle aged man behind her. She smiles when her eyes sets on mine and tuck her hair behind her left ear. The secretary states how perfect the timing is and volunteers the poor girls help. The man places a hand on the blond shoulder and agrees with the brunette secretary. "Perfect," he says, "Go on now, don't be late for class." He says and retreats back to his office. Smiling she walk pass me. I thank the lady behind the counter and follow behind the girl exiting the office. Once we're out we begin heading towards her locker first, I presume. She unlocks it and begin to exchange notebooks and a puts a bag over her shoulder, putting her camera inside her locker. She asks for my folder and I willingly passes it over to her. I smile when she grabs the folder and examines it. She bite down slightly on her bottom lip and hands me the folder. She grabs my hand and starts to lead the way. She takes a few steps and jump on the last that she takes. The blond pulls me in front of her and starts grinning like a mad man. "Well here you are, locker 1309. Didn't want you to get lost on your way here, big school and all. First period is two classrooms down, second is around the corner, up the stairs to the left then right on the corner of the hallway." She speaks fast. I let out a small laugh and she let's my hand go as she back away slowly. I look down and gaze back up to see her still moving slow, and remember that I didn't get her name.
"Hey, wait!" I say. She turns around and tuck her beautiful golden lock behind her ear and smile. "I didn't get your name." I tell her. She looks around in a circle and bite her bottom lip nervously.
"Sarah." She says backing away. I nod and she turns around and walking. I feel a small smirk creep on my lips and I face my locker. 1309. I flip open the folder and twist the combination that I'm reading out. Sensing something weird I stop from where I am and leave the lock ajar. I turn in circles trying to see something out of place and unusual. My vision becomes a slight blur, I drop my papers from my paralyzed hands and a group of guys walk up when it comes to focus again. A guy who I believe is the head of this little cult thing steps forward to me. He starts to smile, and he smells weird. I turn around and pick up the loose paper that fell from the folder. I open the locker and start to stuff things in there for other classes that are just cluttering my backpack. I turn to see the creep still standing where he is. He holds out his hand and introduces himself as Mark. This short brown hair jock and his little clique seems to be the popular football stars. I stop what I'm doing and face towards him to shake his hand. He looks down at the exchange and begins to ask questions. He ask where I'm from then if I played any sports. I doubt if he is really interested. I bet he's just trying to dig up useful information on me in case I try to take his stardom. But no, I keep my answers simple and short. He continues to try and pry answers out and I give him what he asks for; idiotically speaking. He finally gives up when I decline that I'm interested in sports and walk away. I stare at him when he walks away with his jock fucktards and they go to their next victim. They pass by a smaller guy than them and knock the papers out of his hand. Mark and his group push him against the lockers making his skateboard fall out of his hands. It slowly rolls towards me and I notice how it slightly wobbles on the front left wheel. I stop it with my feet and look dead into Mark eyes what should be threatening and go help to the boys aid. Mark walks away nonchalantly saying 'Oops' likes it's gonna fix anything when this whole scene was purposely faltered. The guy then sloops down and sighs frustratedly. He crawls the space and starts rearranging his fallen paper. I walk towards him and lean down help to help the guy out. He looks up surprised when I offer my assistance and set the skateboard down besides me. This guy begins to mumble under his breath and I ask if everything's ok with him. He doesn't hear or he's just too preoccupied with himself to realize I tried to talk to him. Now that I see him this close he seems pretty hot for a guy like his type. Never taking an interest in dudes, he's a pretty attractive one. I finish up with the papers and stand back up to hand the rest to him. I'm a little taller than him but not that much. He looks at me and take a huge gulp that I think everyone in the hallway can hear. His chocolate brown eyes are fixated on me and I begin to stare deep into his. I hand him the papers and he quickly issues his hand out to retrieve the stack and before he retract his arm his hand touches mine. I felt a spark and pulled my hand back almost immediately. He thanks me and I walk away. I go back to my open locker and get what I need and follow the directions that Sarah gave me earlier. I head into the class two doors down and sit dead in the back row. I sit there for an eternity before class start to begin. The bell rings through my skull and bounce off the walls in the school.
The passing time goes like a breeze and when I leave economics and I head back to my locker and start over again. "...Second is around the corner, up the stairs to the left then right on the corner of the hallway.." I remember. In my peripheral I see the kid from earlier and I swear it's like my eyes are glued to him the entire time he walks pass in this slow motioned hazed. The magnetized bond breaks when I see Mark and his fucktards stalking behind him. Knowingly this isn't going to be good I set my stride after them. Ignoring my original destination I follow behind his little clique and he soon enough turns around to send me a wink and then they disperse. I stop in my tracks cause I don't know why they just split up so I guess I'd head to my next class. When I turn around I go towards the steps a few halls back and when I get to the class I see the brown head kid enter just before me. I don't know how he managed this, but sure. Ok.
After a few more classes, I was set off into lunch period. I went outside where everyone seemed to litter and sat on the bump of the slope next to the steps. As on queue my eyes snap to the shorter brown head kid. He's walking; cluttered papers all over his hands. I hear the guys from earlier, the loudest ones in the vicinity; laughing. I turn my attention towards Mark, and next he slaps the football in his hand before he sends it across field. He winks at me and I turn my head to the fallen dude with all the papers around him. He's holding his head wincing at the pain when I reach him and help him up. He looks me dead in the eye and I can't help but to feel sympathetic for him. To see this guy hurt is sending boiling blood through me. I control my anger and look for the ball. Once I pick it up I locate my targets. Or target shall I say. "Yo new dude, a little help!" Mark yells from the top of the hill. I ignore the other student population staring and I set my arm out in their direction before launching this projectile towards them. I hit Mark in the crotch and watch as Max and Tyler drag him off. I look at the response and murmurs coming from people and the loner chick, Sarah, infamously tucks her hair behind her ear. I smirk at her attempt and continue to aid the boy.
"Hey you ok?" I ask him as I help him the second time today; third if you count following him.
"Yeah, I'm fine..." He says. The brown head still winces at the pain and picks up the mess. I donate my time to assist him and he doesn't say another word.
"What's your name?" I inquire. In fact I know nothing about him though I'm his caped hero. After he doesn't say anything I pursue with questions. "Hey dude, what's with them guys and you?" "It's Sam," he snaps. "I'm definitely not the guy you want to hang out with." He says and snatches his stuff and walks away. Ouch.
I managed to dodge all questions from Henry on the way home and rush up the stairs to my room. I search for Kosar but doesn't see the dog around. Damn I really need someone to talk to. I can't believe this is happening. This shouldn't be happening. Not to me. I shake my head as I dash down the stairs escaping from the walls and into what this range less planet has to offer. Anything to get my mind off him. This boy. This Sam.
Before I realize my legs are rapidly moving. I look down and see my legs running. Involuntarily I'm taken into a field with tall grass. I stop to take a quick breather before I'm instantly running again. This time into the woods that's upcoming. I don't know why this is happening but I'm sorta liking it. It's keeping me distracted. I'm focused on instinct. The instinct to survive. From what danger though? The danger of the hunters chasing my pretend Father and I? Or is it the girl from the Principals office? Better yet the guy. This beautiful guy that's just there every second. Who by nature needs someone to supervise him. More than likely he doesn't need it. More like bodyguards. The unwilling thought that I'm the one for the position pops into my head. Angrily I speed up. Trying to leave everything that's going totally wrong. I knew specifically earlier I fell in love with Sarah. The blond girl.
But if I fell in love with her, and we only love once for the rest of our lives, then that means this is all in my head. YES! I almost immediately fall over a stump. From victory I rise throwing my hand up in the air! God this feel good. I'm on my cloud nine until I over hear a cry. I look around in a circle looking for the epicenter of the noise and head southeast from my position. A couple yards downhill I see a crumpled Mark.
What is he doing? The tough guy cries? Woe. Without Jackson, Tyler, and Max this guy is really defenseless. I don't really inquire why he's crying and yelling out, nor do I actually have a care in the world. I run pass him as fast as I can but this time in joy. I'm tongue tied by his reaction, so all I do is smile in amusement. I run faster once he takes notice and when he tries to follow behind. I glance back to see that the football star is slowing down because he can't indefinitely catch up with me. I keep running until I hit a rode. By now the sun is beginning to fall behind the horizon and a dark shade is replacing the skies. The stars I see in far away distances just brings me back to what my day has been. Recollecting as I walk along this single road, it actually has been eventful. Not what I would have planned, but yeah.
I've deserted my Sterek children for this fic.*cries* I'll be back up on Oh Well after this story which is sorta short.. Any whoo, I'll enjoy the feedback.