Chapter 7
Author's Note: Sorry for not updating these past few months. I was on winter vacation and didn't have my computer with me. Now I'm on spring break so maybe I can update another chapter this week. Hope you like the chapter. I'm trying to make them longer. :)
Medeia spent the rest of the period drawing her character. Her drawing could have rivaled those of the most professional of artists. Medeia drew her character with smooth, swift strokes. Her eyes never left her paper even when she had to change colors. Alex was drawing his own character as well. His drawing wasn't as detailed as Medeia's, but it was better than most drawings.
Medeia stood up from her desk to place the colored pencils at the back table. Once she left, Alex moved to her desk to see her drawing. His eyes widened in surprise and his body froze.
Staring right at him were a pair of eyes, but they were far from normal. They were
She had a heart-shaped face with a fair skin color. Her hair was a fiery red that surrounded her. It seemed as if there was wind in the picture for her hair was untamed and wild. She was smiling in the drawing, but it wasn't a sad or warm smile. No. That didn't fit in her image. What she wore was a predatory smile that made you feel as if you were the prey and insignificant compared against her. It froze you in your step and warned you to avoid crossing her way less you want to continue on living your normal life.
That smile promised complete torture and pain to anyone who opposed her.
Her posture was full of confidence. Her legs were parted with her hips being tilted slightly to the right side. Her upper body was straight, but seemed relaxed although you could see she was ready for anything coming her way. Her right arm was on her hip while her left hand was limp at her side, but it was what she held in her hand that captured attention.
In her hand was sleek, black handgun. It was a Wather P22. ( Don't know a lot about guns so I'm going with I found in the internet and what I think would work here ) The barrel was facing down, but one of her fingers were curled around the trigger. As if ready to raise the handgun and immediately make a shot to whoever was in front her at that moment. With her eyes staring at you, you didn't just think she would do it, but by instinct you know that's exactly what she would do.
Her clothing was black and would blend her right in into the night. She didn't wear a leather jacket like you would expect, but instead a slightly large black hoodie. Underneath her jacket a black shirt was seen. She was wearing black fitting jeans and she had long black boots on her feet. Her boots added at least one or two inches to her height making her 5''7.
Most people would see an assassin as wearing all black leather or carrying multiple weapons. This is what the Hollywood movies promoted, but in truth assassins didn't wear any leather they could because it would restrict their moments. They wore what they needed to finish their job and fit into their environment. Besides, if assassins were to wear leather all the time then someone - most particularly the police - might start to suspect something. Would you actually suspect someone to be an assassin if they were wearing orange from head to toe or wore rainbow colors? Didn't think so.
Her clothing would have made her seem normal if it wasn't for... well everything. From her fierce silver eyes and wild hair to her confident posture and of course the black handgun in her left hand. If she was surrounded by a crowd in the middle of the day she would have stuck out like a sore thumb, but of course she was trained very well in her field to flow through the crowd without being seen.
Alex was astonished at the drawing because it seemed so real and he could have even imagined her standing right next to him. He knew this was to ne Medeia's character and was surprised as to how much thought the girl had already put in her character to draw such a realistic drawing.
It seemed so life like that he could imagine the character being right next to him. Imagining her either being his partner during a mission or even being her target. Alex shuddered at that. He was so absorbed in the drawing he didn't notice Medeia approach the desk.
" Excuse me," asked a voice behind him. Alex startled turned around to find Medeia behind him waiting patiently for him to move away from her desk. Alex thought he should say something so he said " Ummm.." Not a good word or even a word to start a conversation. Fortunately Medeia stepped in instead.
" So, do you like my drawing?" she asked him staring straight at him.
Alex glanced back at Medeia's drawing and stated his opinion " I really liked your drawing. It's realistic and it portrays the look of an assassin very well." Especially the eyes which look as if you're the one who is being hunted.
" Can I see your drawing?" Medeia questioned.
Alex glanced at his drawing and sighed. He took the paper off of his desk and gave it to Medeia so she could see it. Alex's drawing wasn't as incredible as Medeia's , but it was better than the average students.
The drawing showed a seemingly ordinary teenager. The teenager looked like surprisingly like Alex. He had short fair hair with a few strands of hair covering part of his eye while looking forward. His eyes were focused and undeterred from the job at hand. He was wearing casual, normal clothes. He wore blue faded jeans with a dark hoodie covering a black t-shirt. If you were to see him passing by on the sidewalk you wouldn't see anything suspicious about him. You wouldn't even spare a thought or glance back to see what or where he was going.
He wore a dazzling white studded earring in his left ear and a matching black and white beaded necklace. On his back was a worned blue open backpack slung over his right shoulder. You could even see a few items which were inside the backpack. There was thick book with a dark blue cover that looked like a school bookwith the title of Physical Science. Beside it was a silver CD player which was slightly opened you were able to see a blank CD inside. The last item that was inside was an old red GameBoy with the game of Bomber Man inside.
The background of the drawing was a busy street with people in business suites rushing from place to place. Behind the teenager was a large building. With a closer look you could see that the building was bank. It seemed as if he was walking away from the bank, but with another destination in mind.
Medeia was impressed with Alex's drawing and complimented him on it. The drawing was excellent... though in her mind the image of the bank in the drawing seemed familiar to her somehow. Before she could ponder on it anymore the bell rang signaling the end of the period. Alex and Medeia gathered their stuff and started heading their own way towards their next class. The only interaction between them before they left was a wave goodbye. Well, Medeia did while Alex just gave a nod and left.
The two didn't have many classes together. It was only English with Ms. Brown, Gym, and lunch. That's it. They had compared their schedules before they left the classroom. Alex handing his schedule to Medeia reluctantly while Medeia comparing their schedules with intense eyes. Medeia had frowned when she saw that they only had a few classes. That meant she couldn't find out more about Alex while in other classes.
While walking to her science class, Media though about this and sighed. Alex was interesting. She wanted to know more about him. She was curious as to why all the other students treated him like the plague and even the teachers were wary of him. Why did the students avoided him? Why did the teachers pretend he wasn't there? Why was he always alone? Why did he look as if he was fine with this? And... why did he have those kind of eyes that were haunted by invisible ghosts only he could see?
All this questions and more were being repeated in her head and what frustrated her the most was that she no answers whatsoever. Medeia was a very curious person. People said curiosity killed the cat, but if ignorance can also kill a person. Medeia shivered at this thought because she has seen this as being true as well.
Medeia tried taking her mind off of Alex Rider and focus what the teacher was explaining in class she had entered a few minutes ago. But her mind refused to cooperate. It didn't help that the lesson was absolutely boring. Medeia already knew and understood everything the teacher was saying. She sighed again and took out a relatively new notebook out of her dark green backpack.
The pages were new and unused. Mediea grabbed her pencil and started to draw on the untouched pages. She became so absorbed in her drawing the world started to fade around her. The voices of the students and teacher became nothing more than a continuously buzzing noise in the background. Medeia's mind became blank and she thought of nothing more than the notebook in front of her and the scratching of the pencil on the paper. Still, a single thought hovered in her mind she couldn't be rid of. What is Alex doing right now?
Alex was bored.
Plain and simple. The lesson wasn't anything new to him. Even though he had missed a lot of school due to his absences, he had easily caught up to the rest of the class and even exceeded in surpassing them. He was already in his sophomore year of high school and could have taken the test to skip a grade or two. But he didn't because that would bring to much attention to himself.
Alex liked being alone. Students might ignore him or give him a glare once in a while, but for the most part he was ignored. He liked that. During his missions as a spy he needed to blend in his environment. Those experience had been carried to his life in high school. If he was ignored that meant he could blend in better and not be seen.
Since he came back from his last mission, it was easier to become invisible because the student body started to ignore him. Even though, every once in a while there were a few jocks or bullies who enjoyed trying to humiliate him once in a while. Trying being the operative word. Every time they tried they failed. It wasn't because they couldn't come up with any ideas what to do with him, but it was because of one simple key item.
Alex didn't care. He didn't care what they did. He didn't care if other people whispered about him behind his back or gossiped about him being a druggie, a thief, or if he was in a gang. Alex Rider the plague of the school simply didn't care.
None of the students tried finding out the truth about him. None of them tried to look underneath all the layers of gossip and whispers to discover what Alex was hiding. If a new kid was to arrive at the school, they would be immediately told about the infamous Alex Rider. Their thoughts were turned in to the same ones that the other students' thought. Except for one.
Medeia Smith. Today was her first day of school here and there was already talk about her. Everyone was interested in her. She accepted the attention being given to her and Alex even thought that she enjoyed the attention. Alex didn't understand why anyone would want to be in the spotlight. Alex wasn't afraid of being in front of a crowd. He just didn't like to be stared at by hundreds of people.
Medeia was different. She was comfortable being with a group. She was social and welcoming. People were naturally drawn to her. Medeia knew what to do with people. She knew what to talk about, when to laugh, and how to communicate with people in general. Overall, she was accepted by people. She and Alex were completely different.
Then why did she want to talk to him? Why didn't she avoid him like everyone else? Why was she ... nice to him? Someone in the school must have told her about him. About the rumors. If they did, then why was did she still talk to him? So many questions he didn't have the answer too.
Alex's thoughts were cut short when he heard his name being called. He slowly turned his head towards the front of the class where the teacher was explaining the concept. Once Alex was facing the board Mr. Laaa, the math teacher started to talk.
"So, Mr. Rider, I see you are were not paying attention to the lesson. It looks like you already know this lesson. Can you tell me solution to the problem," Mr. Laas told Alex in what he was trying to make as an innocent voice.
Alex wasn't fooled. The problem the teacher wrote down was for a senior in their final year of high school. Most of the time Alex didn't bother to pay attention in his classes since he came. At first this infuriated the teachers and this would happen on multiple occasions. Every single time Alex would say the correct answer to the problems. After a few weeks after his arrival the teachers in the school stopped pestering Alex and left him alone. There were a few who refused to leave Alex in peace. Mr. Laas being one of them.
Alex lazily scanned over the problem and answered it. The problem was difficult. No one in the class had an idea as to what the problem even meant. The problem Mr. Laas wrote was
Solve the trigonometric equation given by
sin(x) + sin(x/2) = 0 for 0 ≤ x ≤ 2 pi
" The answers to the problem is x = 0, x = 4pi/3 and x = 2pi," stated Alex, already looking out the window. The teacher was flustered for a moment, but then coughed and started once again droning on about the lesson.
Alex stared out the window. He saw people walking on the streets, driving to their cars to work, and a few students in the courtyard. None of these people had to go on mission for a secret, government organizations. None of them had to worry about enemies holding a grudge and possibly killing them. No these people didn't have those kind of worries over their heads. These people were ordinary. Unlike him.
Normal people didn't associate with him. A little voice in the back of Alex's mind whispered to him Then why does Medeia seem to enjoy your company? That was a question Alex wanted an answer too. For now he had a sufficient answer to his own inquiry.Medeia Smith was not ordinary.
AN: Did you like the chapter? Review please I want to know what you so far, if there's anything I need to change or add. Thanks for reading :)
