Author's note: this be my first fanfic, so please don't throw me down a set of concrete stairs just yet if you hate it! Also, this story is very loosely based on J.K. Rowling's short story on the Harry Potter universe "The Warlock's Hairy Heart". The only reason I am not putting it in the Harry Potter section is because I want some room for creativity without an angry mob of orthodox Harry Potter fans in the comment section telling me I'm not sticking to the original plot. So no pitchforks and torches please! Now, on with the story!
Chapter one: Accidental Meeting
Darn, I never thought high school was this big! I'm going to have a hard time getting used to it. Just then, I hear the my least favorite sound in the world, that annoying school bell every school has to signal that it's class time.
Riiiiiiing!
I just realized that I didn't even pick up my class schedule yet, and I'm panicking to find the office. Full-on freak out mode sets in, and I sprint down the crowded hall after finding a sign pointing to the office around the corner. What I didn't notice was another student running towards me in the opposite direction. Crap, we're on a collision course! It's too late to move out of the way, and a split second later..
Wham!
I run right into what I now see is a boy who looks about my age with dirty blonde hair and a nearly inhuman shade of yellow eyes. Not in the white of the eyes where it points to sickness, but only in the iris where everyone's natural eye color is. He seems puzzled as he takes into account what just happened. What do I do now, what do I do?! I'm no social butterfly by any stretch of the imagination, and I just smacked into someone at full speed! I do the only thing I know to do in situations like these and scramble to help pick up his books and hand them back to him.
"Eh, here you go." I sheepishly mutter, then start frantically collecting my things as well.
"Umm...thanks" he says back. We both get up off the floor and hurriedly continue our original routes down the hall.
I finally get my schedule and go to my first period of the day, English. When I step into the room, I gasp and find that the boy I ran into that morning was in the same class as me, sitting in the back of the room with an open desk to the left of him. There are no other seats available but the one next to his. I sigh and put my stuff down in the aforementioned vacant seat.
"You're late." Says the bald guy at the front of the room sternly. He's in probably his post-mid life crisis years and I'm guessing is the teacher.
"Sorry, I forgot to pick up my schedule." I reply; which is the truth, after all.
At least it wasn't like the time in sixth grade where they told us to pick out a book in English and I got so absorbed in mine that I completely forgot to go back to my desk and accidentally spent the entire next class period reading on the floor next to the bookshelf. Nobody noticed me back there, and I didn't know I missed an entire period until it was too late. My parents thought I cut class on purpose and I was in so much trouble when I got home and they received a phone call from the school.
"So, I never got your name. What is it?" The mysterious boy next to me whispers while the teacher drones on.
"Felicity Solas. Sorry I bumped into you earlier, by the way." I respond.
"Apology accepted. My name is Jayden Asterick. Nice to meet you."
He had some sort of friendly-yet-cold tone to him. As if he was forcing himself to make friends, but hid it really well in a nonchalant way.
The whole class period was just recapping what we learned last year, so it was pretty easy. English was always a beloved subject of mine. Next class was gym. I took an outdoor route to the gym to get a quick breath of fresh air. On the way there, I spot a bird on the ground with what appeared to be an broken wing. Aw, the poor thing. I look around to see if anyone was watching and picked it up. I took the wooden hair stick with a crystal tip out of my hair and held it to the bird's wing. On the surface, it just looks like something to pin my hair up, but it's really my wand that I use to do magic with sometimes. I do a short healing spell and set the bird free. It flies away as if never injured at all.
"Well, well, what do we have here?" I turn around to face Jayden, who was apparently watching me just now. Dammit, I thought for sure no one was watching!
Author's note: dun dun duuuuuun! Well, If you have any suggestions for the plot or any constructive criticism let me know! Also, I'd like to give a shout-out to pure-hearted1 for writing a dark love. Even though the idea for this fanfic had been incubating in my head for months, reading her story inspired me to finally get off my lazy ass and write it. Tell me what you think in the comments section below and tune in soon to read the next chapter!