Chapter 2
There, he's doing it again, Victoria thought. It was third period Literature and Michael was looking at her. Of course she was looking at the teacher and pretending not to notice. She looked over to her right where he sat two rows away. Just before she did, he averted his attention as if he hadn't been staring at her there in class.
This was her third week of classes in Roswell and practically their third week of look exchanges. He'd barely said two words to her the entire time, but he looked at her often. She wasn't sure why- or for that matter, why she did it too. Maybe it was curiosity, she thought. For her, she didn't know what it was. Michael didn't talk and he didn't seem friendly, so he was hardly approachable. She didn't let herself be too approachable either, though. She was certain some thought she was a little rich girl, spoiled and aloof. But people were drawn to her anyway. If she were too approachable, she'd have already agreed to go out with 3/4th of the guys at Roswell High. She hadn't agreed to do anything with a single one. It was not permissible, even if she wanted to. Adam forbade it.
She wasn't in Roswell for dalliances. Further, she wasn't in Roswell to be the real teenager. Sometimes she wished she could be a teenager, act like one- with all the teenage fun and problems, both. That wasn't her reality. But, why was she here?
She felt foreign here at times. No one was like her and no one had a life like hers. But, everyone wanted to get with her or talk to her. She talked about the routine teenage things although she had no real experience with any of it. Every one was curious about the 'new girl'. She was sociable, only to the point of being charming. Other times she kept to herself- that is when she could manage to do so. Often she couldn't, because people were all around her, demanding her participation in the teenage world. For this she had to act.
The bell rang and Michael flew from his desk and was out the door as usual. She gathered her books and walked out the classroom. Victoria walked outside to one of the empty picnic tables and sat. She pulled out her lunch. Scarcely had she done so when several people came over to her. Flippant, happy, shallow- oblivious people, Victoria thought. But then she was "popular" already to a great deal. She had to play her little role. And she played it well. . .
A few tables away sat Max and Maria. Liz was in the library working on a paper and Michael hadn't shown for lunch yet.
"Can you believe it? I think everyone has lost their minds." Maria said.
Max had been lost in his own thoughts as Maria chattered on in between nibbling baby carrots. Max looked up at her latest statement. "What do you mean?"
Maria was looking over his shoulder to the overflowing table in the distance. "Look at her," she said.
Max turned around on the bench and looked where Maria was looking. "Everyone flocking around her like sheep," Maria said. That new girl sat at the table with guys and girls crowded on all sides, even standing up around the table and sitting on top of the table.
"You know what she is, Max?" Maria said.
"Who is 'she' . and what is she?" Michael asks as he flops his books and lunch down on the table.
"You know I had once thought Isabel was an ice princess." Maria continued, "Well, she's dethroned her. Meet the ice queen of the new century."
"Why are you talking about her?" Max asked, curious.
Michael looked over at Victoria. "What is there to talk about?" Michael asked with a disinterested shrug, he turned back to Maria and Max.
"I knew there was some reason I go out with you," Maria said with a quick peck to Michael's lips."I just love it when you share my sentiments. Granted, it's not all that often."
"We need to talk after school today," Max said. He looked at his watch and there was only five or so minutes left of lunch.
"About what, Maxwell?" Michael asked.
"I'm being followed." Max said.
---End of Chapter 2---
There, he's doing it again, Victoria thought. It was third period Literature and Michael was looking at her. Of course she was looking at the teacher and pretending not to notice. She looked over to her right where he sat two rows away. Just before she did, he averted his attention as if he hadn't been staring at her there in class.
This was her third week of classes in Roswell and practically their third week of look exchanges. He'd barely said two words to her the entire time, but he looked at her often. She wasn't sure why- or for that matter, why she did it too. Maybe it was curiosity, she thought. For her, she didn't know what it was. Michael didn't talk and he didn't seem friendly, so he was hardly approachable. She didn't let herself be too approachable either, though. She was certain some thought she was a little rich girl, spoiled and aloof. But people were drawn to her anyway. If she were too approachable, she'd have already agreed to go out with 3/4th of the guys at Roswell High. She hadn't agreed to do anything with a single one. It was not permissible, even if she wanted to. Adam forbade it.
She wasn't in Roswell for dalliances. Further, she wasn't in Roswell to be the real teenager. Sometimes she wished she could be a teenager, act like one- with all the teenage fun and problems, both. That wasn't her reality. But, why was she here?
She felt foreign here at times. No one was like her and no one had a life like hers. But, everyone wanted to get with her or talk to her. She talked about the routine teenage things although she had no real experience with any of it. Every one was curious about the 'new girl'. She was sociable, only to the point of being charming. Other times she kept to herself- that is when she could manage to do so. Often she couldn't, because people were all around her, demanding her participation in the teenage world. For this she had to act.
The bell rang and Michael flew from his desk and was out the door as usual. She gathered her books and walked out the classroom. Victoria walked outside to one of the empty picnic tables and sat. She pulled out her lunch. Scarcely had she done so when several people came over to her. Flippant, happy, shallow- oblivious people, Victoria thought. But then she was "popular" already to a great deal. She had to play her little role. And she played it well. . .
A few tables away sat Max and Maria. Liz was in the library working on a paper and Michael hadn't shown for lunch yet.
"Can you believe it? I think everyone has lost their minds." Maria said.
Max had been lost in his own thoughts as Maria chattered on in between nibbling baby carrots. Max looked up at her latest statement. "What do you mean?"
Maria was looking over his shoulder to the overflowing table in the distance. "Look at her," she said.
Max turned around on the bench and looked where Maria was looking. "Everyone flocking around her like sheep," Maria said. That new girl sat at the table with guys and girls crowded on all sides, even standing up around the table and sitting on top of the table.
"You know what she is, Max?" Maria said.
"Who is 'she' . and what is she?" Michael asks as he flops his books and lunch down on the table.
"You know I had once thought Isabel was an ice princess." Maria continued, "Well, she's dethroned her. Meet the ice queen of the new century."
"Why are you talking about her?" Max asked, curious.
Michael looked over at Victoria. "What is there to talk about?" Michael asked with a disinterested shrug, he turned back to Maria and Max.
"I knew there was some reason I go out with you," Maria said with a quick peck to Michael's lips."I just love it when you share my sentiments. Granted, it's not all that often."
"We need to talk after school today," Max said. He looked at his watch and there was only five or so minutes left of lunch.
"About what, Maxwell?" Michael asked.
"I'm being followed." Max said.
---End of Chapter 2---