Moira's Point of View: Shield of Healing

I was scared. Everything inside me told me I should run, or escape somehow. The way this guy was looking at me, and how he passed a note back to Estle. I knew something was up, and I knew something was going down.

Were they going to gang bang tag team me? I knew it! I should've just been home schooled again this year! I should've begged my parents. How do I tell them that all the kids have it out for me? Is it because I'm not wearing jeans? That's it, isn't it? God! I should've just worn jeans this morning. Everyone was wearing jeans, even the nerdy kids in the front who raise their hand every five minutes. I just screwed up my whole high school social life! Why does everyone have it out for me?

I turned to get another look at him. He noticed and turned to flash me a smile. I don't know if it looked menacing or not. He seemed harmless enough. But then again... this is the high school jungle for God's sake!

"Remember to get your parents to sign the release forms and bring them back on Friday. You are dismissed."

I'm dead. I'm so dead.

I turned for another brief glance at the boy. He was watching me steadily, keeping an eye on my every move. He probably knew I was going to make a break for it, but before I was able to. The teacher came up to me, and started talking to me.

"So, it says that you've been home schooled you're entire life, is that right?" She asked politely.

I nodded and quickly glanced at the boy who was waiting near the door patiently. I was silently hoping he would just give up and go away.

"You've gotten straight A's the past three years in all your courses, I'm quite impressed. I hope that being in a more social enviroment won't bring those grades down. If you're having trouble concentrating, or you're being picked on, don't be afraid to come to me."

"Yes, Ma'am." I took another glance at the boy. "I won't be."

"Great, do you know where to go for your next class?"

Another glance, he was getting annoyed, I could tell because his face was getting red.

"No, I don't." I paused, lengthening out the moment. "Can you help?"

She smiled at me happily and nodded.

I got out the school map and my course sheet and began to point out my next class. I managed to kill about a minute and a half, but the boy was still waiting by the door, and looked about ready to kill.

I mentally cringed, and packed up my bag. She walked to the front of the classroom, leaving my completely defenseless.

I trudged in the direction of the boy, knowing that I was walking towards my death, but when I approached him, he smiled again.

I smiled back, just to show that I was sorry for the wait.
But I wasn't really.

"Sorry about that." I apologized.

"It's all right, I know what it's like being at a new school." He explained. "My freshman year was horrible."

"Yeah, I bet." I said, having no idea what 'freshman' meant but going along with it anyway.

"So..." He paused for a second, and took a weary glance. "What's your name?"

"Moira, it's a pleasure to meet you." I stuck out my hand.

He looked at it for a second, and then shook it. His smile struck me, it was mix between confusion and pleasure and I silently wished I could hold his hand a little longer.

"Ren. I own the local dairy farm, and I help my family with the cows and stuff. It explains the pecs." He started to flex, and I had to stiffle a giggle, but I managed a polite smile and very deep blush.

As we started walking down into the hallway, I noticed everyone looking at us. More precisely, me. I tried to ignore it. I shouldn't be worrying about it. They're just eyes, it's not like they're pointing guns at me.

"You're not really used to people, huh? Sorry, I was listening in on the conversation you had the Bio teacher." He has this kind of cute smile on his face, it was nice to look at, and I found myself loosening up.

"I'm just not used to so many people my age... I've mostly been around adults all my life. It's just different, that's all." I told him truthfully.

"I understand, sometimes I think that adults understand me more than people my age. They're just more experienced and wise, and they know what we're going through, you know?"

I thought about it a moment, and nodded.

"What class do you have next?"

"A.P. Math."

I actually saw his face cringe. "Wow... good luck with that."

I laughed. "What, is it that bad?"

"No, the course is fine, it's the teacher. Mr. Tingersburg. He thinks he's God."

I raised my eyebrows. "Is that all?"

"Yeah, and he's a total jerk, too. I just hear a lot of complaints."

I shrugged. "I think I can manage."

He stopped talking for a moment, and the only reason I really noticed is because everytime I felt his eyes look at me, I felt my face heat up and my stomach curl. Jeez, what was this boy doing to me?

"Is everything okay?" I asked, sensing an internal struggle within him.

He looked up, and stared me directly in the eyes.

Directly.

You know how people stare at you, but they don't stare at your eyes, they stare at your lips, your nose, your forehead, but they avoid the eyes at all costs. Well, he was doing the exact opposite.

And it was making me go insane.