Chapter 2
There was an unusual heat in the room and the odor of new paint. The smell filled my lungs, but I don't remember painting anything in my room. I opened my eyes slowly and noticed that it wasn't my room. The walls were a dark maroon and the ceiling is as black as coal. This defiantly was not my house because my mother would never let me paint the walls these colors. I look to my side and there is no furniture in the room except the couch I am laying on. Looking around the room I notice that it is the layout of my mom's room. I must be in the apartment complex somewhere. But why would I not be in my own apartment?
I sit up and my head starts to spin. Moaning I lay back down and let it pass. Where am I and why am I in so much pain? Knowing I have to get out of here because I might be in some danger I stand up and attempt to walk to the door, despite my spinning head. Frantically looking for the front door, I trip over a box and fall to the ground. A familiar British voice rings out.
"Oh, you're up? I don't think that you should be walking around quite yet." I turn my head to the right and I see a teenager I recognize sitting on the couch reading a book. He smiles at me as I just lay there, dizzy and dumbfounded by his beauty. I can't say anything but the dizziness has died down a little bit.
The teenager folds the corner of a page in his book shuts it then walks over to me. He helped me up and then smiled, almost making me faint.
"Would you care to sit down?" he asks while holding out his hand. I nod my head which causes the dizziness to start back up a little. He takes my hand, his warm, soft and gentle and mine, cold, frantic and bandaged. Slowly, he led me to the couch and helped me sit down. Carefully, he sat down next to me.
"I am Rallos Bels." He said gleefully. I just stared at him and couldn't remember my name. Fortunately, what seemed like five minutes later, I remembered my name.
"I… I'm Lillix Tamar." I stammered.
"What a nice name. It's a pleasure to meet you."
"Thanks… you too. " I can't believe that I am talking to this heavenly, British teenager. It must be a good day.
"Thank you, and your welcome." Rallos smiled. We sat in silence for a long time. And I got nervous because I felt him staring at me. Was there something wrong with me? Wait, what am I thinking? There's nothing wrong with me. I gripped my hands on my pants and pain surged through my hands."Ouch…" I whispered. I looked down at my hands and noticed that they were bandaged, even though I knew that, it hadn't occurred to me.
"They might be a little sore. I did the best I could to clean them up." Rallos said sympathetically. What? Okay, this is officially weird. I wake up in a strange apartment to find a familiar but strange teenager acting as if he is my doctor. What is going on?
Rallos must have seen the confusion on my face because he laughed,
"You don't remember what happened, do you?" I just shook my head like I felt like I have done millions of times before.
"Okay, I'll tell you," he sighed and settled in to the couch more comfortably and continued. "You came racing out the apartment building and running towards your car. Then you hopped in your car but it wouldn't start so you got out. I was coming over the see if you needed help with anything and it started to rain. You dropped your keys and bent down to get them just as a car was coming straight at you. I tried to tell you to move, but knowing you Americans and how easily you tune things out, you couldn't hear me. So… I ran after you and shoved you out of the way just before the car hit you. You didn't look very good because you were really bloody and obviously in a lot of pain, even though you said you weren't. So I brought you back here and cleaned you up. You passed out on the way to the apartment building, so it made it a little difficult, but I managed. Then you slept for about… " He took a quick glance at the clock, then looked back at me, "lets see… oh about three hours." My eye twitched as I let the numerous words sink in. He burst out laughing and looking at me like I was a little insane.
"So wait, you like saved my life and I slept for three hours and… wow…" I stammered as he was still laughing. Finally it all sunk in and realized that I was just saved by a gorgeous, British teenager and that I am now about three and a half hours late for school. Jeez, this is weird day.
"Hey... umm…Rallos?" I asked.
"Yeah," Rallos said still somewhat laughing.
"Do you think you could give me a ride to school? I can't miss anymore days or I'll get, like, expelled."
"Ms. Tamar, I don't think that you should go to school quite yet. You need to rest more."
"But I'm not tired!" I said now sounding like a kindergartener. He held out his hand and I took it.
"I know, maybe I should take you the doctors to get those scrapes and bruises checked out."
I examined my body. My hands were bandaged and bruised, my pant legs were rolled up revealing my also were bandaged legs, covered with bruises and scrapes, same with my arms face and pretty much everywhere else.
"I guess I should," I sighed, "Fine let's go." I really hate doctor's office. I have ever since I was a little kid because of my frequent vistits. He helped me up and we walked out the door. I looked back at the apartment door to make sure I remember the number; 914, the apartment right next to mine. Wow, what a coincidence.
Rallos pushed the same down button I do every morning trying to get to school on time. Apparently, that getting to school plan doesn't go as much as I would like it to. The doors opened almost instantly and we walked into the elevator. The elevator was empty, to my happiness and horror. Now we have to talk.
I noticed he was still holding my hand and I blushed, but I didn't pull away. His hand felt good in mine and he supported my unleveled and dizzy body. The silence started to kill me so I said,
"So… how old are you?" He smiled and looked at me, grateful that I broke the silence.
"I am seventeen. And you Ms. Tamar?" He asked politely. I smiled. I love how he says Ms. Tamar in a sexy, British accent. Not how other people say my name.
"I'll be seventeen in two months." I said, excitedly. He laughed his amusing laugh again and said,
"Well Ms. Tamar, this day just keeps getting better and better."
THE END OF CHAPTER 2!!! cHAPTER 3 COMMING SOON!!! (O.o) loves, anna
