After breakfast I went upstairs to get ready for 'school.' I quickly went into my room and grabbed a black t-shirt and dark jeans along with some personal stuff. I showered as fast as I could; not wanting to waste water in case it ran out like it did in my dad's house. When I was ready I went to the room the 'school' was suppose to be at. It looked like a school room. The desks were neatly organized in rows and there was a whiteboard in the front.
"You're early," Derek's voice came from behind me. I looked up to see him staring down at my. I moved to a side to let him pass. He grunted and went in the room. I followed him and took a seat next to him, watching him with interest. I wondered what grade he was in. As I started asking questions to myself, I noticed Derek hadn't made any noise as he had walked in here. I also noticed that I hadn't heard his footsteps when he had walked. He seemed like the person to make loud footsteps with his big body.
"What? " Derek asked, turning his green eyes to me.
"Nothing. I was just wondering." I replied.
"What are you wondering about?" Derek asked, his eyes looking into my light brown eyes. I looked at Derek's legs. They were covered by his jeans but I could still see the muscle in them.
"Why didn't you make any sound as you came behind me or in here?" I told him. Derek seemed to become tense. "If you know, you don't have to tell me. I'm just curious, but then again curiosity killed the cat but then again the cat has nine lives." Derek seemed to want to chuckle but just looked away. He got up and grabbed a book marked calculus. Wasn't calculus 11th grade material?
"Derek, how old are you?" I asked him.
"16," he replied and opened the book, like he was ashamed and trying to avoid looking at me. "Why do you ask?"
"Well it seems that you are light on your feet. When you came in you were really quiet even though this kind of wood is hollow and makes any sound louder than normal." I explained. Derek tensed up.
"That's none of your business," Derek said in a harsh tone. I shrugged.
"I know it isn't. After all everyone has secrets that they need to keep," I said, thinking of how I could control the air. Derek let out a snort.
"What would you know?" he said and get up. Before he could reach the door I stood in front of him. I tried concentrating on closing the door without touching it. I imagined the air behind the door pushing it toward the doorway. As I had expected I heard the door shut.
"There's more to me than you know," I said in a strong voice, trying to show that I was not intimidated by the fact that he was two times bigger than me and probably a lot stronger. His green eyes glared at me. I glared beck as an animal does when challenging a dominant animal. I giggled.
"What?" Derek asked.
"I was just thinking something ridiculous," I replied. I circled around him, sliding on my left foot . Derek turned his head so that I was in his sight. I hopped onto a desk and sat on it.
"Sorry for angering you," I apologized, even though I didn't think I did anything wrong but it never hurt to apologize.
"It's okay. Just don't tell anyone, especially Simon or Mrs. Talbot," Derek muttered. I smiled at him in a friendly way.
"My lips are sealed on one condition," I raised my index finger in front of my face. Derek looked at me a little nervous on what my condition may be.
"What?" he asked after some time.
"You be my friend," I answered.
Please Read and Comment. I would really appreciate it, but would that be asking to much...I don't know.
On the next Xhapter I don't know what to do. I want to switch POV but I don't know whose. Derek seems like an obvious choice but Simon and the other characters haven't been much in the spotlight.
If you do comment please vote on whose POV to do it next.
