Chapter 2: Where Blue Eyes Have Different Hues

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"Baby you light up my world like nobody else.
The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed,
But when you smile at the ground it ain't hard to tell,
You don't know-oh-oh,
You don't know you're beautiful,"

Allen and Brittney's voices clashed with those of One Direction on the radio. Allen tried to stifle a laugh as he watched his stepbrother in the rear view mirror. Said stepbrother was slumped up in the back seat and had forgotten to bring his iPod with him. Ramsi was usually smart about getting driven to school. He either got someone else to take him, drove himself (but then he'd have to buy gas so that was usually not his first option), or he roughed it out with an iPod. He's probably being tortured back there, Allen thought, giving into a devious smile. He had started purposely singing off key so that the music sounded even more awful.

"If only you saw what I can see,
You'll understand why I want you so desperately,
Right now I'm looking at you and I can't believe,
You don't know-oh-oh
You don't know you're beautiful-oh-oh
That's what makes you beautiful,"

"Alright, shut up already!" Allen let out a laugh at Ramsi's out burst. Vengeance is sweet!

-STHABTO-

They finally pulled up to the Jefferson Elementary and Brittney trooped out of the car. "Thanks, Allen. Bye Ramsi!" she said waving to them from the front of the building.

"Have a good day," Allen called just as Ramsi let out a "Bye, kiddo," they glared at each other through the mirror at the shared statements. Allen was the first to look away since he was the person driving. He looked at the rear view mirror again to reverse out of the parking lot, but stopped.

"What? Why'd you stop?" Ramsi snapped. He wanted to get to school as soon as possible so he could get out of this car. He turned around to see what Allen was looking at. Behind them, three teenage girls who looked practically like triplets were staring at Allen in the mirror. One was a blond, the other a brunette, while the last was a red head. All three were extremely attracting, but that's not why Allen kept staring back at them.

All of the girl's eyes were a strange blue color. It seemed as though they were staring straight into his very being. All the hairs on the back of his neck were standing on end, when the blond girl started walking towards the car. In a fit of panic, Allen slammed his foot on the gas and raced out of the parking lot, doing some surprisingly clean turns with the speed that he was driving.

"Allen, you idiot! Are you trying to get us fucking killed?" Ramsi yelled at him from the back seat as they made a speedy entrance into Jefferson High parking lot. Allen's body was physically shaking, his gaze glued to the rear view mirror, where those girls had been.

"I.. I thought... t-th-there were," He stammered, his hands turning white from gripping the steering wheel so tightly. What the hell was that? He'd felt like his insides were freezing over; like he was going to die right then and there. He felt absolutely broken. What the hell was that?

"Stupid ass freak," Ramsi muttered as he got out of the car. He didn't care if Alle was dying, as long as he got a ride to school.

-STHABTO-

Allen walked into school, eyes darting everywhere. He was feeling distinctly paranoid from his encounter, when a girl poked him from behind, causing him to yelp in fear.

"'Morning Allen!" she said, in a way that caused most people who had formally been angry with her, stop being angry immediately... but Allen wasn't most people.

"Damn it, Violet! I just had a freaking heart attack," Allen snapped at her while she smiled at his anger. She was slightly taller than he was (which caused him great despair) and had long, waist length, red hair. She stared at him with her navy blue eyes with a look that he knew well. It was a spill-your-guts look, and he didn't really want to.

Allen and Violet Fay had been friends since they were both in Pampers. They were practically twins (Violet was a few months older) and they had been inseparable for as long as they could remember. Violet's mom and Allen's dad had been childhood that had kept touch through all the years. She was the person that had seen him at both his worse and his best, and he loved her for that. He thought himself so fortunate for having a friend like her. They knew each other like the backs of their hands. Both of them hoped to be like their parents, to know each other for a long time.

"What's wrong, Ally?" Violet asked gently. She was the only person whom he allowed call him that. If anyone else had said it, he would think they were mocking him.

"Vi.. is there something wrong with me?" He asked, looking at her with his eyes wide. She could tell that he was beyond freaked out. Taking his arm, she led him down the hall and into an empty janitor's closet.

That closet had been their refuge for most of their freshmen year. When school was too tough and they'd just needed a load off, they would sneak off into the janitor's closet and hang there for a while. The closet had become stuffed with their little trinkets. An abandoned ballet slipper here, a few tennis balls there. They'd found safety in this closet and would sorely miss it when they graduated in a year.

"What makes you think that something's wrong with you?" she asked him, sitting down on a gym mat that she had "burrowed" to make up for the hardness of the floor. Allen sat gingerly next to her and leaned his head against the wall.

"I- I saw these girls when I was dropping off Brittney earlier," he said shakily. "They had these, these horrible blue eyes that..." he trailed off, staring at the ceiling. He didn't want to talk about it anymore. The feeling that he was dying threatened to take over again. He closed his eyes for a second to calm himself down. When he opened them again, Violet was staring at him with a blank expression. For a s[lit second, he could have sworn that her face had a calculating look on it, like she knew something. Just as he had seen it, the look was gone.

"Maybe you just imagined it?" Violet asked. "It wouldn't be the first time that you imagined that something was going to kill you..." she trailed off. Neither one of them wanted to remember the other things he'd imagined up when he was little, it was too painful.

"Yeah, you could be right," he said, getting up and holding out a hand to help her up. "Thanks though," he added. She smiled.

Exiting the closet, they walked down the hallway to their classrooms. Violet had started looking around the same way Allen had when he first walked into the school, making him worried.

"Hey, Allen," she said, both of them about to part ways.

"What?" Allen asked her. He felt a nit more assured now that Violet had told him he might have just been making things up, but the was she was looking around added an off sort of suspicion to him.

"Allen," she said again. "Please. Just, stay safe okay?" she said, adding a smile when she saw his confused expression.

"Sure, Vi," he said slowly. He waved behind him and walked into his class, expecting the usual. The Fates had long decided that he would have anything but.


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