It seemed like a good idea at the time.
Honestly- if you were being chased by people who wanted to off you, the rational thing to do would be to what? Run. That's what you would do. So, here I was. Running, well, tripping over everything under the sun, so that I could free myself from impending doom. Story of my life these days, really.
Maybe should start from the beginning. As every cliché story begins, it all started one rainy morning. High school. Like any normal person, I was on my way to said high school. Vee was with me, because she wanted to update me on the latest gossip at our school. The school year hasn't started yet! "So anyway, she told him that it was better if they took a break, because honestly she couldn't take his stand- offish attitude anymore. In my opinion…"
I decided to tune her out. Not that I found her chatter annoying, because god knows I have created a high tolerance after all the years we have been friends. I just preferred quiet on this dreadful morning.
Once we pulled into the full parking lot, we found a spot and walked right in to the school. The mutual depression was evident this morning, it seemed. Occasionally, there would be small reunions of friends who hadn't talked all summer, and half hearted apologies for not calling were echoed throughout the halls. I was never included in these happy reunions, because Vee seemed like the only significant person in my life, as far as friends go. "Nora!" Vee said, trying to get my attention. "Do you have your schedule? Maybe we have classes together! Lemme see!" she said, while she snatched the white paper out of my hand. She skimmed it, not really caring about anything else written on the paper. The first bell rang.
"Ooh! Our classrooms are next to each other for first block, but nothing else till Biology. I gotta run, Nora. See ya at lunch, hun!" and then she left me. Throwing me to the sharks with out a simple good luck wish. I glanced down a the half sheet of paper, trying to figure out what class I had. Math. Oh Joy! Note sarcasm.
Walking into the class, I had an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach. I felt nervous, though I knew that I had no reason to be. Something just felt- off? Was that the word. I looked around the room to find the object of my worries, when I locked gaze with coal black eyes. A chill ran down my spine. That is when I first saw him. He was everything a person expects from an angel. I took my time to study him, but not enough to be rude to the person on the other end of the critique. He was lean and tall, even for a junior. His face could put Michelangelo's David to shame. Chiseled features, and looks that could kill graced his face. His curly black- brown hair put my reddish- brown hair to shame. And I thought my hair was a pretty nice feature of mine.
After I was finished with my staring, I broke the eye contact first. No need to seem creepy. he probably thinks you're a freak, now. Good going! My conscience screamed at me. It was weird, though, I'll admit. I had never seen him before, and I certainly would remember a face like his. God I'm strange.
I sat down just in time for class to begin, but the entire time I was hyperaware of a certain stare I was receiving from someone across the classroom, near the class. Something was definitely off about this guy.