So here's my opening for this new fanfic! Thanks so much for all the reviews and support for my idea, I really didn't expect so much approval, but that made me really happy, thanks again!:)
I know many of you wanted a Nix story, which I totally do too, but I decided to start with a Navrina story because theirs seem the most real, romantic and genuine.(the others are still tentative, all with their flaws. Eight and Marina just seem perfect together). I hope this doesn't turn you off from reading, because its a bit cheesy and I made Eight a popular guy who didn't even notice Marina, while she a quiet girl with no friends. (Just so you know, all the background changes in each story eg take place in Lorien or on Earth, they know or don't know each other etc)
So yeah, here goes my first story. Enjoy!
Chapter 1
Navrina
Marina POV
It's nearly time for school to start. Everyone is walking past me, not that they can actually see where I am. Being a loner, usually I go to class immediately after I get to school, but not this time.
I stand behind the lockers shyly, peeking out from the corner of my eyes. At him.
Naveen. The tall, dark, curly-haired boy, who is walking towards me with his friends, laughing and chatting. He doesn't notice me, of course. Why should he? He's the captain of the football team, one of the nicest and hottest guys in the school. And let's not forget his teleporting and shape- shifting legacies that no one else has, or at least uses with so much ease. All the girls drool over him, even the teachers adore him. He's confident and a clear leader, and I am so..not.
Wait. He seems to be coming towards me! I gasp and stare silently as he comes, closer, and closer..and walks away.
"Did you see Santana today? I don't know what shit she's wearing, but she's so hot!" I can hear one of his hot jock friends say as they walk away from the locker.
"Yeah, I know right? Well, gotta go. Mrs Spencer's waiting." I hear Naveen reply. I sigh. A guy like him would be dating cheerleaders. I will never ever have the chance to be with him.
Eight POV
"Hell yeah! Just one more hotdog and you'll make it!" I sink my teeth into my thirteenth hotdog and try not to puke as the disgusting smell of mustard fills my nostrils. I swear, I am NEVER going to eat another hotdog again. Ever. I look across the table to see Paul smile calmly and eat his hotdog. Shucks. I must beat him. I must.
I see Paul suppress a groan as I finish another hotdog with difficulty. Number fourteen. Will he be able to finish it!"
"Eat it, eat it! The team raps as Paul picks up his hotdog. I can see that he is absolutely full and that he is as sick and tired of hotdogs as I am. My heart skips a beat. He's not going to make me suffer again, is he?
Paul's eyes widens and his hands trembles. I can see that his face is now a sickly green. Finally, he yells, "Argh! I can't take it!" and slams down the hotdog. The entire football team cheers loudly.
"Nav-een! Nav-een!" The football team yells as I throw my arms up and force a grin. Inside though, I'm actually bored. Rumoured Pittacus Lore, everyone is eager to be friends with me, or at least be anywhere near me. I personally think that's why I was elected football captain. And the most popular guy in class. And the most swooned over guy in school. As if my powers can be transmitted to them in some way. More likely its because they want to be known as "Naveen's best friend". The people I'm friends with are only there for the sake of it. Yet I'm supposed to pretend like I'm unaware of this, laughing and playing along with this bullshit. Honestly, I just feel used all the time. Like no one cares for me at all.
Meanwhile, the football team has settled down into eating their lunch, currently gaping about this cheerleader Santana, who to me looks like a slut, but to others looks like the hottest thing. I add in a few words and fake a smile every now and then, but I've noticed this girl. Long brown hair and large scared eyes, she's in the lunch queue, holding her tray silently as the cheerleaders in front of her gossip. She looks about my age, though funny, I've never seen her around before. Is she new? Or was I not paying attention?
"Hey! Justine! Over here!" I see a cheerleader, I think her name is Diana, wave. "OMG, hi! Thanks for saving me a spot!" Justine, another cheerleader with her other groupies, run to join Diana and co, thus throwing the mystery girl at least 5 spots behind the queue.
The mystery girl sighs, as if this happens to her all the time. "Excuse me, I was here first," she whispers to Justine, her voice soft.
"Oops, sorry can't hear you! You're such a mouse!" Justine giggles bimbo-ly, then continues chatting to her friends, ignoring the girl. Usually I stay out of the girl drama, but this time I'm seeing red. How dare they bully a girl like that, especially if she didn't do anything wrong to her!
I walk briskly to the lunch queue. "Excuse me, she was here first. Please move to the back." I tell Justine. Suddenly, all is silent. Everyone is watching us and I try not to look embarrassed. Why is everyone always watching my every move?
Justine throws back her head and puckers her lips at me. "Does it matter, Naveen? Diana was here and she helped me save a spot! Anyway, why are you taking notice of misery-girl?"
I grit my teeth. The dudes in the football team are staring at me, jaws dropped. The girl is also looking up at me in amazement, as if wondering why I would even bother to defend her. That did it. I would prove to everyone that I'm not some shallow superstar.
I narrow my eyes at Justine. "Go."
Justine throws her hands up. "Gosh, why so drama. Whatevs." And she and her groupies walk to the back of the queue.
I smile kindly to the girl, who is still gaping at me. "Why did you help me?" she asks finally.
"I can't stand people who bully or look down on others." Is all I can say, but what I really wanted to say was, because I really like you. "By the way, I'm Naveen." I reply. God, so stupid! As if she doesn't know my name? Way to go, Naveen.
The girl smiles. "I'm Marina." Marina. It sounds like melody to my ears- wait, did I just think that? How cheesy.
"Like the sea," I reply without thinking, then grimace as Marina smiles shyly. At least I made her laugh, right? We stare at each other a bit awkwardly, me smiling a little too goofily, before someone wolf whistles. The guys at the table laugh and blushing, I nod at Marina. Ask for her number, you doofus!
"Well...see you around." I finally say lamely. Before I can do anything else stupid, I turn my back on her and walk back to my table.
"Dude, what was that about?" Paul asks. I try to act nonchalant, shrugging, "Just trying to help someone. The girl needed help."
"Um, people cut queue all the time? Don't deny, either you were being weird or you like that mouse." Another guy says as everyone laughs.
"Haha, very funny. Now are we going to discuss who's going to trash Cody's house or not?" I ask, successfully changing the subject. Everyone begins talking excitedly about Cody while I sit absent minded, all the while thinking of those thoughtful eyes.
Marina POV
He talked to me!
I smile to myself as I sketch during Mr Stone's maths lesson. Normally I'll take notes on his algebra and equations, but this time I can't pay attention. I fight the urge to turn back to gaze at Naveen, who is sitting at the very back. He, who never noticed me, even though I've been in nearly all his classes since kindergarten, has actually defended me today! The way he looked at me..no one has ever looked at me that way before. And he seemed so nice, like I was the only one who had his attention. Does he have that effect on everyone, or just me?
I wonder as I finish sketching a picture of Naveen. No one actually knows about my hobby, so I'm safe to draw as and when I like-
"Marina!" Mr Stone's voice boom across the classroom. I redden as the whole class turns to stare at me, including Naveen. I never get called on. Ever. Until now.
"What is that you are doing?" He barks. "Nothing.." I stutter.
"Oh really? Let me take a look at that." Mr Stone walks towards my seat and reaches out. Instinctively, I pull back. "No."
The class gasps at my defiance and even I seem shocked by it. Mr Stone, not used to being disobeyed, narrows his eyebrows. "Marina..."
"Sir, I think you're being unfair." The class' horror rises to a peak as Naveen stands up. What is he doing?! And why is he defending me- again?
Mr Stone's jaw drops. His two star pupils, now going against him. "Uh, Naveen. This has nothing to do with you, so-"
"Actually, it does." Naveen says calmly, as he kicks a football at the teacher's desk, barely missing Mr Stone but successfully knocking over his jar of tarts. The class hoots with laughter and cheers, "Naveen! Naveen!" As Mr Stone, crimson red in the face, yells, "Detention! Both of you!"
Figures.
Naveen and I are organizing Mr Stone's files into alphabetical order as our detention punishment. Though I'm a bit ashamed of myself (I've never been to detention), I'm secretly glad to be with Naveen. Crazy right? Yet I know I can't be with him anytime but now.
Naveen isn't saying anything. I wonder if he's angry at me. After all, I'm the reason why he's in detention.
"Hey," I whisper finally, "I'm sorry."
Naveen looks at me, as if he only just noticed I was sitting beside him. "Oh, this is nothing." He says finally, "I've been here before." He continues sorting filing the files, making me feel a bit left out. Maybe he IS angry with me. I edge back into my world of silence.
We sort through the folders in deep silence when Naveen suddenly says abruptly, "Why are you so quiet all the time?"
Normally I'll find this offensive (even though its the truth), but somehow, Naveen sounds more inquisitive and gentle, like he truly cares. I shrug. "Dunno. I'm just naturally like that. Also, people don't really talk to me. They think I'm weird, and I don't have any friends around. I'm kind of a loner in school, so yeah."
"Well, I don't think you're weird. You're kind, sensitive and beautiful, I'm sure everyone will like you if you speak up a bit more." Naveen suggests, then continues filing. I stare at him. Since when did he make those observations?
"Do you really think so?" I ask finally.
"I know so." Naveen smiles.
Awkward silence. I have this heavy feeling weighing down on me, like something is going to happen very soon, but I just can't tell what. Without thinking, I ask the question that has been bugging me the whole afternoon. "Why did you stand up for me?"
Naveen hesitates, then looks at me directly in the eye. "Because I like you," he says simply. I catch my breath, not knowing what to say. Naveen looks into my eyes, as if he knows what I'm thinking. Slowly, cupping his hands on my chin, he leans forward and kisses me.
Instantly, the whole world seemed to come to a standstill. His lips were soft, even though he was kissing me so hard. Without thinking, I kissed him back. At first, it was gentle and slow, then it became more passionate, more forceful. I felt as if the wind has been knocked out of me. I needed, no wanted more of him. I never wanted this kiss to end.
Finally, he pulled away gently. We were both panting heavily, looking into one another's eyes. The feeling was so amazing, so magical. The world continued spinning.
"I like you back," I say softly. Naveen grins and the spell breaks, yet the bond between us remains.
"Come on, let's go. There's something I want to show you," he says, grabbing his backpack and motioning me out of the door.
"But..but we aren't done yet!" I exclaim in surprise.
"Oh, screw the damn thing. You should know by now that the files he gave us dates back to year 1995, there's no way he will want nor check the files." I open my mouth, then close it as I see Naveen chortle with laughter. Giggling, I get my satchel and we head out of the classroom, into the unknown.
Eight POV
I bring Marina to my secret place.
No sooner had we gone out of school, I held her hand. "Close your eyes," I instruct. I put my hands over her eyes anyway. I teleport her into my secret place in the world that no one knows about, the wheat field behind a farm a few hundred metres away.
The world goes dark around me, then brightens in a second like it usually does. Marina, however, has never experienced it before. "Is it your teleporting legacy? That was so cool."
"Uh-huh. Now, open your eyes." I remove my hands from her eyes, showing her the vast field, all light golden and swaying against the wind. There are sheaves of harvested wheat leaning against one another. Marina gasps and I smile to myself. I knew that she'll like it.
"Why, Eight, this is- this is beautiful." She finally says softly. "How did you find it?"
"My dad used to bring me to this place every week. He discovered it on his own by accident, and to him, it was the most magical place ever. It is the same for me too. Now, I come here whenever I feel upset or depressed. There's a comforting and peaceful feeling about this place, and whenever I'm here, I always feel like the world isn't coming to an end, and that everything will be alright, because there's always hope."
"I feel that too," Marina breathes. "Does your father still come here?"
I take a deep breath. "He died three years back. Lung cancer."
Usually when I tell people about my dad (which I rarely do), they will immediately blush, say something like "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" When they downright aren't, and then take a step back like you're some monster. Marian's reaction surprises me. She looks into my eyes thoughtfully, and say, "This is the way memory you can have of him, Naveen. Thanks for bringing me here."
"Uh, yeah." I reply, feeling a bit awkward. "Anyway," I continue, "why don't we run into the middle of the field, until we feel tired?"
Marina raises her eyebrows. "Why are we doing that?" Then she smiles widely. "Because that's what we secretly want to do." We say simultaneously. God, I love this girl.
Smiling, we link arms and run, our hair trailing behind us. I see Marina laughing as we go, her beautiful melodious laugh seeming to go a distance. We run and run and run, until we can run no more.
We stop abruptly, then fall onto the wheat, laughing and panting, in a sea of yellow and ochre. The blazing sun is painted on top of us, yet the soft gusts of wind gives us this coolness that make us feel completely at ease in this environment.
And there we stay, lying down, laughing and talking. About Me. About Marina. About Us.
Hope you liked it! Sorry I'm kinda new at this so don't hate. Next story will be..Nix!:) I can't wait either, so stay tuned!;) Review please and give me more ideas:) thank you!
