I went to the back of the subway like I always do every morning. I was lucky today got a seat instead of standing and being "accidentally" felt up by the old hobo . Typical day on the way to the same old school. Full of jocks and cheerleaders. Who think they run the world. Ha cant even stand getting a broken nail.
I got off on the third stop. I walked past the same woman who is there every morning plying her guitar for change. On my far right I could hear a fight breaking out. Probably between a druggy and his dealer. Same old place. Welcome to New York city. As I walked up the stairs I seen the same old pick-pocket bumping into random strangers and grabbing there wallet or purse. When I got to the street I breathed in that beautiful pollution and listened to the sweet sounds of horns honking and inpatient taxi drivers using the most civil language towards the other drivers.
As I walked the twenty five blocks to my school from there I was almost knocked over by one man running to work. I passed my dads old pizza joint " Phil's Place". It was closed down last summer when the fire happened. Listening to my MP3 player I tried to block out the memory.
I was a street over from the school when I heard a horn then the next thing I knew my back hit the cement and I was fascinated by the most beautiful green eyed boy. His eyes were all I could see as the shadow of his gray hoodie covered his head. I caught myself staring and instantly snapped into reality.
"Get off of me! What's your problem?" I screamed as he sat back on his knees so I couldn't move. He looked over to my right where I had been standing. I fallowed his gaze to find a car in my place. "Wow. Not your average wake up call." he returned his eyes to mine.
"Your welcome." he said
"Yah thanks" after helping me up I said "I'm Faith and thanks" he turned stuffed his hands in his pockets and started walking towards the school. "Hey! Aren't you going to tell me your name?" I asked
I could see him laugh as he kept walking. I shook my head and picked up my things that had scattered across the sidewalk.
I ran into the school and straight to my locker ignoring the comments people where making. When I opened my locker there was a note. Behind the School at twelve o'clock meet me. Yah that ant creepy at all. I started wondering. Who could have put this in my locker? Trapped in my curiosity I didn't hear the bell ring. I was brought back by a familiar voice. Standing in front of me was the boy who has saved me earlier.
"What are you doing?" he asked trying to look at the note
"None of your business!" I said hoping he would get the hint and leave me alone
"What class do you have?" he asked taking the hoodie down do I could finally see what he looked like. He had sandy brown hair and a oval face. His lips were thin. He raised an eye brow. "Hello? What class do you have?"
"Umm… I have Mrs. Jason English. Why"
"You can walk me there since your already a half an hour late."
"I am not the-" I glanced at school clock and seen the time " What The fuck!" I said as a ran down the hallway. He fallowed close behind.
When we got in the class before Mrs. Jason could yell at me he said "Mrs. Jason. Hi I'm a new student and faith was just helping me find my locker and stuff. Sorry we're late."
"Oh! Yes you must be Xavier Giltan." she smiled then turned to me "thank you Faith that was very polite of you."
We sat down. The name sounded familiar like I heard about him from some were. He seemed like and ok guy and I wanted to know more about him but in the back of my mind something told me he was different.