~James's POV~
My legs pounded into the floor as I sped along the winding and long stretch of roads. The world seemed to move by so slowly now. Everything was new and felt different. The tree's bore a new light and life of turquoise which seemed to present itself and explode out of me in a long trail as I sprinted by. The world was bright, the flowers blossomed and rose out the ground in a spectrum of new colours... Until I passed by.
For every bit of beauty, my mind roared in anger to destroy and tear it apart. I wanted to punch my fist through the trees and rip every trunk to pieces. I wanted to destroy everything in sight.
The fear had set like the blood in my veins.
But the worst thing about all of this.
I couldn't stop.
The wind whipped more violently around me and became harsher as a strangled cry escaped my lips.
I can't carry on like this.
I curled my knees close to myself as I could feel the cold floorboards beneath me.
I didn't want to look up.
I didn't want to feel anything of the world around me. I didn't want to feel the pain of being isolated any more. I didn't want to feel like I was alone. I didn't want any of it! I wanted everything to make sense! I wanted to wake up and just pretend this was all some long nightmare. I wanted to get away from this stupid little town. From this stupid school! From this stupid world! I wanted to pretend that everyone and everything in this place could just vanish and never return.
My head came to rest on my knees as my arms wound around them as a almost shield. The darkness hidden behind my eyes were all that I wanted or needed. No more. I just needed it all to stop! It hurt too much to carry on like this!
I had to live with every single moment hoping that the storm inside of me never exploded out and destroyed everyone and everything around me! So yeah, sue me! I don't like being by people! Don't get close to anyone and then you have no one you can or who can hurt you. Easiest way of thinking. The thinking and mental instincts of a survivor. I was not going to be kept down and pinned by the ideals that I had to bow to everyone's emotion needs. I was doing them a favour just by keeping myself from exploding with a fucking storm!
To be honest, I didn't even know where I was any more.
After crashing into that boy I had just sprinted away without a second thought or concern.
But no. Now I was sat here I could faintly see the outline of turquoise burning cold as it seemed to be aching to spread. It was coating the leather of my gloves in a thick and hard shell of frost which was becoming colder by the second... inside me I could feel my entire body fighting it with nothing less than all it's might. But the turquoise light was glowing brighter as it wanted to take shape and form. It yearned and ached to escape me. And I hurt and agonised myself in trying to stop it.
It didn't hurt much, the only reason that it did sting quite violently, was because I was trying to hold it back so desperately. I was like a ticking time bomb. I would often go out the way whenever I felt like this, run away and hide for days at a time... that was why I was also in this stupid school now!
Back around home there was a lot of forests by the coast, plenty of far off countryside and large forest areas which were so coated and forget to solitude that no one had dared mention them from the stories of the snow prince. Legend of my home said that some who ventured out into the forest could sometimes see a boy running and crying out in pain as the winter would claim him. Those who had seen him were often lost or the very few who got back often had different stories after not having memories, seeing as they were normally struck down sick with hypothermia and pneumonia the next day. However, those who actually maintained some sense and consciousness after being blasted into trees would say that the boy had seen them and there had been an explosion of light... Turquoise light.
People in my home would go out the next day and find the streets and area coated in the thick of a snow storm. The ground would be blanketed in ice and snow. It would take them a couple of hours searching, but eventually they would come to the area where the reports of the Winter Prince would be.
That's where they would find the frozen statue of the lost boy.
They would bring it back of course. The mysterious statue that looks like ice but could possibly never be it because it wouldn't melt. The turquoise and cold would be a perfect copy of the statue. So because it possibly can't be ice, it gets locked away. Not understood how it possibly could have come to be, in the first place.
That was the legend of the mysterious Winter Prince.
Of course, me and mother never talked about it...
Because this is what it has led to!
Me, sat and crouched here, out of sheer fear and horror for what will inevitably come, in some god damn stupid school that she went to when she was young! Just exactly what I needed! When I've got a problem that pushes me away from people.
I got put into a place full of the freaking idiots!
No.
I had to think what was going on. Right now I was in a public place. A school. I had to have control!
But for now I would just have to bite down the pain and figure out where I was and get my bearings.
After crashing into that boy, I had sprinted away as fast as I could. Getting out the building and weaving inside and out of the trees. I had absolutely no intention of staying near that school classrooms while I was like this... not unless they suddenly wanted to find themselves in a bit of a storm. But from my current location, I guessed that I was probably somewhere inside my new dorm.
The dorm rooms were just behind the school in the forest, at first they seemed just the same as the school building: gravel path with surrounding trees, large windows and old time theme and vintage ageing materials.
But then I started noticing some other things like... there were bloody loads of them! Far more than could be classically used for a typical class size style. I was glad for the cover as the dark clouds finally gathered over and began to shed the large tears of merciless rain which hammered down like punches against the ground..
Each raindrop thudded loudly against the glazed window panes. Red tiled roof tops stood out against the grey back ground with the cream painted walls. The intricate labyrinth ground of far away concrete soon diverted the water as people walked over the forming lines of puddles which waved through the dipped strips of pathways of patterns, it was such a beautiful sight to behold. In the centre of the grounds stood the garden planted with roses, lilies, lavender and so many more flowers which should't be able to grow at this time of the year.. but yet they still grew out defiantly in the storm.
But I couldn't help but look for a moment at the intricate ground and the way it had been formed.
A solid labyrinth in the grounds? All of it moving the water so beautifully... I wanted to just reach out and touch it.
But a stinging reminder made me decide that maybe, that wasn't the best idea... I had to get inside.
-Break-
I had stepped inside without any hesitation as the door had just swung open for me, it wasn't just a dorm; it was like a house! There was an upstairs and down, the bottom floor consisted of a kitchen with sleek marble work tops and black cupboards. Two large red leather couches were angled by curtained windows to face a large flat screen television by a wooden fire where logs were place neatly and coordinated with kindling. Well that was the first part of the living room anyway, it seemed to just continue even more upstairs!
Upstairs a bathroom, classically white tiled bathroom with extending luxuries which seemed to bring back the idea of home for me a little, but instead of a bath the thing was like that of a Jacuzzi in there! You could just sink into it or there was a shower which was perfectly curtained with what looked like a substitute silk material. The perfect place to come after a long stressful day of working hard and dealing with the crappy load which life dealt you, as if there wasn't already enough!... Oh god. I was beginning to sound as cold as Ice. I would have to take a note to have a nice long and hot bath later when I had calmed down.
Back outside the room was the hallway where delicate Greek paintwork carefully graphed summer plants onto the walls. The flowing and movement of paint was without any hitch or hesitation.
I was thankful after taking a further snoop around to see the two types of study areas; a large library surrounded in an equally large room of books where by the open windows a small part of the wall was cushioned for someone to lay curled up reading, it was perfect. While the other room contained large canvases and work benches, I could easily use them if I wanted to start painting again, then the final room was the last upstairs retreat.
The rooms were decorated accordingly. The wide living room was the width of five of the bedrooms. In this particular room were five large couches each personalized to a certain person. Recliners in leather or with a long fur comforter. I couldn't help but stare at the one on the end just a little bit possessively... which normally wasn't me.
The chair was covered in a large blanket of fur. The material itself seemed also be be made quite soft, almost more like a reclining bed than a chair... no. It was a rocking chair. It looked like a leather chair. It had less than the same texture. But it was certainly a bleeding large rocking chair! After all. I should know!
It's the exact same one that I had back home.
I didn't know what to think. Okay, so here I was in my bloody leather jeans. Light blond hair darkened and stuck down to my brow and now dripping into my contact lenses which I knew I would have to take out before they had a chance to roll to the back of my eyeball. I had no bags, nothing else to prepare me for what ever type of school I was about to start with... and now there was some half dressed guy walking in front of me!
A tall figure shouted from the living room as he moved past the gold painted walls. Five cups of coffee on each of the chairs, set on a glass table facing a plasma television. As he walked forward towards a line of doors, each a different colour; Red,Grey,Blue,Green and . He held his hand above dark red door, taking a quick breath as he remembered what had happened last time he had tried to sneak in. "Maybe I should just leave it..." The boy adjusted his loose towel around his waist before he looked over to the calender at the circled date.
My jaw dropped open in awe as I studied him. "No way." I whispered in horror as I stared at him. My fists clenched tightly as the blue light and ice exploded across the leather material of my gloves. My gaze becoming shaky as I needed all the more to take my contact lenses out before they could damage my sight. But how could I when I've been put into the same cabin as this boy!
He walked around so casually as though wearing just a towel was more than natural for him. He shook his head out and I swear it was just like in the movies where everything slows down. His dark hair short and spiked locks sprinkled loose droplets of water across the near floor. His warm eyes slowly opened and looked around the room as he ran a hand through his hair, slicking it back and then slowly moving it down across his tone torso.
My jaw dropped open and I was pretty sure I had almost let out a strangled yelp before covering the burning blush, which exploded across my face.
At least I hoped that I hadn't.
"Huh?"
"ROBBIE CAN YOU GET THE TEMPERATURE HIGHER PLEASE! IT'S FREAKING FREEZING IN HERE-"
A new figure paused in the doorway as they locked their eyes on me.
The girl slowly walked forward with a raised eyebrow. Her face was made up absolutely perfectly. The long brown streaks of hair were moving gently in their long and cascaded curtains down her back in the curled edges... as though they were meant for a model or something... no matter her perfect dress and short skirt which trailed out behind her in a ridiculous long line. The perfect curl of her eyelashes to stand out black and make her dark brown eyes stand out better... she was absolutely no competition for the boy who was still not looking towards me, but definitely now had a forming smirk, beginning to slide onto his face. "Oh great... a fish. Out of water." She sneered her lip slightly and all of a sudden I felt the insides of me sharpen as anger burst through.
Looking at her, it was like the power had suddenly found one whole point to focus it's vicious brunt onto.
I narrowed my eyes slowly and closed my fists in a deliberate and focused matter as the sound of a slow cracking, echoed out from my knuckles and travelled over to her. The crunch of ice was callous in the air. "I prefer James... but yeah. You're right. I just got out the rain and apparently I'm supposed to crash here." I indicated to the soaked through letter from my pocket which showed the address and number of the dorm. "Got a problem with that?" I growled.
I was finding that the longer I was around this girl, the deeper my dislike was spiking rapidly out of control.
"Ease up there little snow flake." The boy chuckled and slowly turned back to me before walking over.
His hand slowly extended but I paused remembering what had just happened earlier; that strange and bewitching feeling that had seemed to posses me... no. I was in this place to get a education, not to play the romance story with some strange boy that I had just met! After all. How can you fall in love with someone you only just met?
That's crazy.
But then I became frozen by the sight of steam beginning to curl off his body in in delicate and beautiful wisps. Each a soft cotton and snow like colour as the heat in the room seemed to be picking up a bit more. I'm pretty sure I heard the girl mutter; "Getting hot under the collar for him... seriously?! him?!" She glared in my direction once again but I was too distracted to even acknowledge her now. His soft smile seemed to sent the breeze of summer my way as his gently breath curled into the rapidly cooling air.
I trembled, knowing that right then I was probably radiating a blizzard of cold. "I better check the AC." The girl grumbled as she finally began to notice it. She rubbed the side of her arm and gave a quick swish of her hair and trail of her dress towards me, before moving away as though she was some princess on a magical breeze.
"Stuck up cow." I growled quietly.
The boy chuckled lightly and let his eyes shine with warmth. He smiled in my direction and I began to look towards the doors, studying for the same number which was on my soggy schedule- "Rachel certainly is something of a lose cannon and an acquired taste, but she isn't so bad."
I kept looking. Room five... room five. My eyes locked through onto the turquoise door and my eye twitched. "Oh don't worry, we haven't even claimed rooms yet. After all, we don't know how many people will be joining us... we might have to share rooms."
Is he... flirting with me?
"Excuse me?" I frowned and watched his confident flirtatious look, dominate his face. His half eyes became half lidded and I just frowned.
"Oh come on, loosen up a bit." The boy lounged back into his chair. I was more than aware that he was just wearing a towel. "I'm only playing with you a bit." He teased with that smile.
I was not amused.
I pulled my bag away from my shoulders and threw it towards the direction of my door.
But not before I lent forward to his ear and whispered. "I'm not that easy."
I turned slowly and head towards my room.
He grinned and called after me. "I love a challenge anyway."
"Bite me." I snarled.
"Gladly." He chuckled with a wink and my fists closed in anger before I slammed the door behind me and blocked out the smug look on his face.
Great... first day and I already hate it!
I banged my head on the door. "I want to go home." I whispered to no one in particular.
Just as frost crept over the room and the heavy feel of snowflakes set, floating in the air.