He's got those ٠B L A C K ◊ W I N G S٠

CHAPTER ONE

I quickly flinched back as a blue binder and two journals crashed down on my table. Slowly looking up, I saw the eyes of my excited friend, Sebastian. That wasn't her real name, but that's what all her friends and I called her. Sebby, that's her nickname, had long; though not as long as mine, dirty blonde, hair. She also wore some, very dirty and scratched, dark brown glasses, which gave her a sort of classy look, though she is far from being 'classy'.

"Onii-chan!" Sebastian chimed as she knelt beside me and smiled happily up at me.

"That's Onii-sama, Sebastian." I corrected her, trying not to smile. If I smile, then she wins!

Sebby hid the bottom half of her face below the table, but I knew she was smirking, "No," she said in defiance, "Onii-chan."

I looked at her intensely, "Onii-sama."

"Onii-chan."

"Onii-sama!"

She quickly stood and smiled brightly, "Onii-sama!"

I smirked, knowing I had won, "Not falling for that, Sebastian."

Sebby's smile faded, "Dang it…." She frowned playfully but soon regained her smile. Taking a seat next to me, she put a finger to her lips, "I'm going to sit here, 'kay?" Pulling her stuff from mine to her new desk, she added in a whisper, "Don't tell the teacher."

The bell rang soon after a few students rushed into the classroom, along with our teacher, who watched the hallways during the five minute transfer period. She went to her computer in the front corner of the classroom and took role, I guess. I sighed, bored, as the teacher began the lesson. Just one more hour, Emily, I told myself, one more hour then it's homeward bound!

Time seemed to fly through that hour. Before I knew it, the clock had struck 2:30 and the bell sounded through the classrooms and hallways. I grabbed the black backpack beside me and shoved my binder inside, stood, then waited for Sebastian to get her things together.

"Bye!" Sebastian called back to our teacher as we left.

She smiled back, "See you tomorrow, Julie."

Sebby ran forward in front of me for no reason then waited for me. Yeah, that's just how weird she was. When I caught up to her, we talked.

"So, you know, there's this rumor around school," she said, lowering her head slightly, as to give herself a creepy position. "That there are these people, these things, which apparently have Black Wings!" She lifted her head, "And also there are people who can see them. Like, they see the wings actually on the people. It's really creepy."

I smiled slightly, not believing a word she said, "Yeah? And just why do these people have the Black Wings?"

Sebastian smiled brightly, "I have no idea. It's just something I heard." Oh, yeah. It's a rumor alright.

"Just a myth, right?"

"Yep, just a myth."

We both reached the bottom of the stairs and I was about to open the glass door when I heard Sebastian.

"Ah! Sorry, Emily! I forgot something in my locker!" She made a movement to go back up the stairs, "You just go home, okay?"

I turned to face her fully, "I could come with you—"

"No! No!" She interrupted me, "I mean, you can walk home by yourself, right? Okay, well, bye! I'll text you once I get home!" Sebby quickly ran up the stairs and turned a corner so that I could no longer see her. I sighed and continued out the already ajar door.

Working my way through the crowd of students proved difficult, as always, but I was able to make it through. My feet went from walking on dirt to cement as I found the route for my way home. Since I didn't have Julie to drop off at her house, I could go strait home. Which isn't always a good thing, but I had a lot of homework, and I just couldn't wait till I was done with it.

I stared down at the sidewalk, amusing myself by stepping on each crack, breaking my mom's back a total of fifty nine times so far. By now, I had begun skipping the square part of the sidewalk and jumped from crack to crack. I was only stopped when I felt something warm crash against my body. Stumbling back, I quickly regained my balance then respectfully lowered my head.

"Oh! Sorry, sir!" I brought my head up to look at him, and was relived that I hadn't just called a woman sir.

Though, the man did look very young and had longish hair that went to the middle of his neck. It was also blonde, and it was thin and strait, too which added to the femininity of him. He was tall and slender with a totally white, long sleeve, dress shirt covering his upper half. On his bottom half, he wore long black pant that seemed to be made for him, and maybe they were. Looking back up at him, I noticed that his eyes were a bright sky blue color. This man was all around simply gorgeous.

"It's fine, little girl." He looked down to me and smiled, "I was just looking at this flower, here." Was that a hint of a British accent I heard? He just seems to get cuter and hotter!

Glancing down to where he had nodded, I noticed a small white flower, "I'm not sure what kind it is, but it's very pretty." He spoke but I didn't look up at him. I was too mesmerized by the flower. It seemed white at first glance, but when I looked closer at it, I could see it shine with every color I could think of. When I tilted my head to look at it from a different angle, the colors moved. Like, actually moved. Just like a diamond!

I was completely amazed by it, so I bent down to get a closer look at it. Hearing a sound of cloth moving, I looked to my right and saw that the older man had kneeled down beside me, "I saw the flower," he said, looking at me and smiling, "and then, you came. Do you know what that means?" I shook my head, and he smiled brighter, "It means that this is our flower."

"Our flower?" I whispered, looking back to the diamond flower.

Sneaking a glance back at the man, I saw he was looking at a watch on his wrist. Arising, he put his hand out for me to take. Maybe a little to excited to find out what his skin felt like, I gladly took it. The skin I touched was silky smooth.

"I have to go now, and you should go home and do all that homework."

Quickly, I glanced down at the flower, worried, when I heard him chuckle, "Don't worry. As long as you and I are alive, this flower will not wilt or die."

I stared at him, wondering why he had just said that, "Oh, okay, then." I was so flustered inside hoping nobody stepped on the flower. "Well, bye." I waved to him then turned away from him to leave when I realized something, "Wait! How did you know I had a lot of home—"But as I turned around, I saw he wasn't there.

Frowning, I turned back around and headed home.

Opening the door to my bedroom, I threw my backpack on my bed and went to the restroom. Pulling a chair up, I sat on it and looked in the mirror. I imagined the diamond flower in my hair and a bouquet of them in my hand. The man standing beside me. I hid my head down in my arms as I realized what I was picturing. There's no way I could be picturing this with a guy that I had just met! Shyly, I looked back up at the mirror to see me by myself. I sighed with relief and pushed the chair to exit the bathroom.

Landing on my bed, I rewound what had just happened to me. Closing my eyes, I took deep breathes.

In, out. In, out. In, out. Darkness took control of me as I feel into sleep.

Julie never texted me.

CHAPTER TWO