Part Two
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School. It wasn't something she had to worry about in New York. You either went, or you didn't. She hadn't been a drop out, that was for sure, she had gone to her assigned classes, but only when she could, the other half of the time she'd been home, with her mother, or on some quick road trip in search of answers.
The day her mother was murdered, she was in school.
She could still remember how white her teachers face got when a set of police officers walked into the Bio room asking for her. She'd been sure it was because she was under arrest for some shop lifting, or maybe skipping too much, or maybe even that she'd been found out. And instead, she was told that her mother had been found dead, in their apartment. Suicide. Atleast that's what she was told, Amy Deluca had even left a note. She hadn't bothered telling anyone that it wasn't her mothers hand writing. They'd only think she was trying to believe that her mother hadn't left her, hadn't abandoned her.
She hadn't. She'd been taken. Murdered. Because of her and her secret.
She hadn't made it to any of her classes for the next two weeks until now.
Lily had woken her up at 7 am sharp. Told her to get dressed and ready for school. She had been registered already according to her aunt.
She tried shrugging off the woman, telling her to back off, she wasn't going. But apparently, Lily had the same temper as her mother. She'd go, or her cigerrettes that Lily knew about, would be taken from her and thrown away. Well if that wasn't a threat, then what is?
So here she stood.
Infront of West Roswell High.
Head phones on, blasting hard rock music through the speakers, tuning out all the talking around her. Baggy black jeans hanging loosely off her hips, white tank-top showing off a bit of pale skin, flashing her pierced navel around, black bra straps slipping down her shoulders, and boots, making her a few inches taller. She wore her barb wired tattoo around her upper arm like a shield, her chinese symbols around her wrist like a bracelet and her nose ring as a sign for people to back off. *Danger*. If only they knew. Her loose curls fell down around her shoulders, framing her face which had been painted in dark make-up. A mask of protection.
She ignored the looks she got from the crowded halls. It was all the same. Guys wanted to break her, and girls wanted to hate her. All for being different.
Her entire body tensed. The hairs on the back of her neck standing up as a low humming started in the back of her mind. She reacted without thinking when a hand touched her shoulders and the presence in her mind was on high now. She spun quickly, her arm slamming against the throat of a brunette girl as she pushed her up against the wall. She blinked a few times before quickly releasing her and pulling her head phones off.
"Don't sneak up on me and don't ever touch me." She said harshly and quickly.
"Maria." She looked to the side and saw Kyle with two guys, obviously having been with the girl too. He was glaring at her like this was all her fault. She hadn't done anything. Damn people needed to keep to themselves and leave her the hell alone. "What do you think you're doing, attacking Liz that way?" He demanded, and when Maria glanced around, she realized the bell must have rung because the halls were empty except for them.
"I'm from New York. People who sneak up on me aren't normally small folk." She said with a shrug, a bored look on her face, glancing at the girl again. Liz. Little Lizzie Parker. She'd been her childhood friend.....and was the girl who'd been with Kyle yesterday in his room. She just knew it had been. She raised an eyebrow and looked at the two guys, then back at Kyle as she crossed her arms. "Is there any other reason your making me late for class?" She questioned, and found a little amusement when the taller guy of the group looked angry.
"I was going to introduce you to some of my friends... Lily wants me to make you feel welcomed around here." Kyle practically growled at her. Hmm. Interesting. She pegged him for the patient kind, but whatever. "This is Michael Guerin and Max Evans....and you know Liz." He smirked, but all she caught was Evans. He was the guy Kyle was talking to yesterday with Liz. She'd have to keep an eye for these two if they were gonna be watching her all the time. She got vibes off boy boys like she had Liz....but these weren't unpleasant vibes, instead they were familiar.
"Is that all?" She questioned with a sigh, shifting from one foor to the other. She realized that everyone was glaring at her...except for Kyle. Kyle actually seemed to be enjoying that she wasn't falling straight into the role of cousin and friend. Max and Liz were really glaring hard at her...probably for the whole attacking thing, but Michael....it was more of an intense look than glaring. "I need to get to class. I don't have time for this." She turned and began to walk down the hall quickly. Unnerved by the looks Liz had been giving her.
The feeling that came along with the looks were....they made her want to go on guard immediately. Made her want to run...want to hide. It frightened her. The only calming vibe...feeling...sensation she'd gotten was from Kyle. And that was because in the back of her mind, she knew he trusted her and regardless of anything, he was already thinking of her as his cousin. Max's look was a little haunting, a little painful. And Michael's vibe was...intense. Without talking one word with him...without even making eye contact, without knowing him....she wanted him. And that probably frightened her the most.
TBC...
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School. It wasn't something she had to worry about in New York. You either went, or you didn't. She hadn't been a drop out, that was for sure, she had gone to her assigned classes, but only when she could, the other half of the time she'd been home, with her mother, or on some quick road trip in search of answers.
The day her mother was murdered, she was in school.
She could still remember how white her teachers face got when a set of police officers walked into the Bio room asking for her. She'd been sure it was because she was under arrest for some shop lifting, or maybe skipping too much, or maybe even that she'd been found out. And instead, she was told that her mother had been found dead, in their apartment. Suicide. Atleast that's what she was told, Amy Deluca had even left a note. She hadn't bothered telling anyone that it wasn't her mothers hand writing. They'd only think she was trying to believe that her mother hadn't left her, hadn't abandoned her.
She hadn't. She'd been taken. Murdered. Because of her and her secret.
She hadn't made it to any of her classes for the next two weeks until now.
Lily had woken her up at 7 am sharp. Told her to get dressed and ready for school. She had been registered already according to her aunt.
She tried shrugging off the woman, telling her to back off, she wasn't going. But apparently, Lily had the same temper as her mother. She'd go, or her cigerrettes that Lily knew about, would be taken from her and thrown away. Well if that wasn't a threat, then what is?
So here she stood.
Infront of West Roswell High.
Head phones on, blasting hard rock music through the speakers, tuning out all the talking around her. Baggy black jeans hanging loosely off her hips, white tank-top showing off a bit of pale skin, flashing her pierced navel around, black bra straps slipping down her shoulders, and boots, making her a few inches taller. She wore her barb wired tattoo around her upper arm like a shield, her chinese symbols around her wrist like a bracelet and her nose ring as a sign for people to back off. *Danger*. If only they knew. Her loose curls fell down around her shoulders, framing her face which had been painted in dark make-up. A mask of protection.
She ignored the looks she got from the crowded halls. It was all the same. Guys wanted to break her, and girls wanted to hate her. All for being different.
Her entire body tensed. The hairs on the back of her neck standing up as a low humming started in the back of her mind. She reacted without thinking when a hand touched her shoulders and the presence in her mind was on high now. She spun quickly, her arm slamming against the throat of a brunette girl as she pushed her up against the wall. She blinked a few times before quickly releasing her and pulling her head phones off.
"Don't sneak up on me and don't ever touch me." She said harshly and quickly.
"Maria." She looked to the side and saw Kyle with two guys, obviously having been with the girl too. He was glaring at her like this was all her fault. She hadn't done anything. Damn people needed to keep to themselves and leave her the hell alone. "What do you think you're doing, attacking Liz that way?" He demanded, and when Maria glanced around, she realized the bell must have rung because the halls were empty except for them.
"I'm from New York. People who sneak up on me aren't normally small folk." She said with a shrug, a bored look on her face, glancing at the girl again. Liz. Little Lizzie Parker. She'd been her childhood friend.....and was the girl who'd been with Kyle yesterday in his room. She just knew it had been. She raised an eyebrow and looked at the two guys, then back at Kyle as she crossed her arms. "Is there any other reason your making me late for class?" She questioned, and found a little amusement when the taller guy of the group looked angry.
"I was going to introduce you to some of my friends... Lily wants me to make you feel welcomed around here." Kyle practically growled at her. Hmm. Interesting. She pegged him for the patient kind, but whatever. "This is Michael Guerin and Max Evans....and you know Liz." He smirked, but all she caught was Evans. He was the guy Kyle was talking to yesterday with Liz. She'd have to keep an eye for these two if they were gonna be watching her all the time. She got vibes off boy boys like she had Liz....but these weren't unpleasant vibes, instead they were familiar.
"Is that all?" She questioned with a sigh, shifting from one foor to the other. She realized that everyone was glaring at her...except for Kyle. Kyle actually seemed to be enjoying that she wasn't falling straight into the role of cousin and friend. Max and Liz were really glaring hard at her...probably for the whole attacking thing, but Michael....it was more of an intense look than glaring. "I need to get to class. I don't have time for this." She turned and began to walk down the hall quickly. Unnerved by the looks Liz had been giving her.
The feeling that came along with the looks were....they made her want to go on guard immediately. Made her want to run...want to hide. It frightened her. The only calming vibe...feeling...sensation she'd gotten was from Kyle. And that was because in the back of her mind, she knew he trusted her and regardless of anything, he was already thinking of her as his cousin. Max's look was a little haunting, a little painful. And Michael's vibe was...intense. Without talking one word with him...without even making eye contact, without knowing him....she wanted him. And that probably frightened her the most.
TBC...