Another Day
Erin Colleen
Chapter Three
As quickly as we had left, we were back. Everything was the same, but it was still a shock of senery for Layla and she reeled back falling off her lunch bench and onto the floor.
"Layla!"
A lanky, brown-haired kid aproached me as I was helping Little Red from where I'd gotten her off the floor. He went to take Layla's arm from where I held it, and I simply raised an eyebrow at him.
"Problem, kid?"
"Um . . ." This guy seemed to lack intellegence, and I knew, just knew this was my new friends' crush.
"Damn, Red. You sure know how to pick 'em, huh?" I turned my head to stare down at Layla who was still getting her bereings and wasn't quite following my train of thought. Oh, well. Not suprising, she had to have felt the shift after so long in the cool-aired valley.
"Um—"
"Yes, boy. I know you can say 'um', but can ya say anything intellegent?" I was being mean to him out of frustration. I was annoyed that every girl I'd ever met chose badly in a mate.
I heard a chuckle and looked over the annoyingly stupid kid's shoulder to see the one who found amusement in my deprivation. I almost drooled, right then and there. I only gave him my raised eyebrow and intent stare, not letting any siliva leak out of my mouth. I am soo good!
"I wouldn't try to find anything interesting comeing from Stronghold. He's not too bright." His vioce was low and smooth, confident.
This guy had an amazing body, tall and his eyes were so deep. OMG, he has a smirk, too. Damn, don't do it again! I'm about to faint. Layla needed to get it together so she could catch me. Wow.
"Hey, I'm standing right here!" Will's outburst broke my trance.
"Right. And since you are, we wont." With that I steered a recovering Layla to a seat at my table from earlier. She was sure takeing her sweet time getting readjusted.
"Hey! Wait, a second! Layla's my friend. I can take care of her." Will almost shouted at me in confused outrage while takeing a hold of my arm and wrenching me away from a now seated Layla.
I'd felt him closing in on me, but hadn't thought this guy would get violent. Maybe he hadn't meant to turn me so hard, but I went sprawling anyways. There were gasps heard from everywhere in the lunch room as I hit the floor. Obviously, no one else had expected him to get rough, either.
When I turned to look up at Will in shock, I saw the dark,long hairedguy from earlier comeing up behind him. Layla had rushed to my side after realising what'd happened and was kneeling next to me.
My hero didn't say anything to anyone as he grasped Will's collar and easily tossed him away, subsiquently into a wall, forcefully removing him from his path. His tall frame bent as he ignored Layla, pulling me to my feet. After grabbing my black bookbag from my table, my tall protector pulled me behind him on our way to the exit.
Even after we'd exited I could hear my Little Red yelling her lungs out at her guy for his brash treatment of her fellow female. Aww, I felt special, she was cussing him out for me. Well, more like over me. Still.
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Mr. Knight was almost in flames he was so pissed. I wasn't sure why he was so ticked about some guy pushing some girl he didn't know, but it was obvious he was raging inside.
I took his hand from mine and held his arm to my side, instead. Giving it a light squeeze, I paused with him as he stopped suddenly. He took my hand from where it rested on his bicep and gently felt along my arm for injury.
"It hurts, but it'll heal. Bruised, nothing worse." I tried to make my vioce reassuring.
"He used his super strength to try takeing that girl from you. That's low, even for a Stronghold." My knight in shining armor seemed mad still.
I took My Knight's hand in both of mine and massaged it, focusing on the taunt muscles in his palm.
"I don't like you tense and worrying. Relaxed and confidant is much more attractive." I was playing on my ability to physically put people at ease, but playful words might help, too.
I'm not sure it worked because he didn't say anything else to me. He simply put his hand on my back and propelled me into a classroom and dropped our stuff into the last aisle near the back.
After pushing me lightly into a desk he took the one right behind mine, the last seat in the farthest corner of the room. Hm, isolate much?
We sat for a few minutes before I turned to look at him. He was reclining his tall frame in his chair, fingers curling over the edges of the connected desk, eyes almost shut. He looked lazy, and it was hot.
"When does your class start?"
There was a long pause before he actually opened his mouth.
"Fifteen minutes."
Good, I could do something productive in that ammount of time. Wahaha.
I stood and moved behind him, just placeing my hands onto his shoulders. He was tense, and I wasn't sure if he would be okay with this at first. Better to approach people unused to touch slowly, gently.
A minute or two and he'd relaxed under my still hands. Maybe it was the heat from my palms had finally permeated his leather jacket? I didn't think that was a problem, cause he was really warm himself. Geeze, wasn't Mr. Inferno hot in those layers? Frickin heat generator, this guy.
I massaged people all the time. It was my job in this world, but I douted this guy would welcome me kneading his muscles right now. He probably never relaxed in school. I could feel the tension in his shoulders through the leather, and that was saying something.
As we both got used to eachother, I ran my hands over the jacket covering my current, skittish client. I thought of a funny question and knew I'd be leaving him to his class, soon. Leaving on a good note would be . . . good.
"Do you always wear a cow carcass?" I asked in a plain vioce.
"Carcass implies it still being in its original shape." I couldn't get anything out of this guy.
"Okay. Do you like wearing a battered, reshaped cow carcass?" I found myself eager for his retort, but he was quiet for a moment before answering.
"Yes."
"I hope you didn't have to think hard for that one." I was slightly disappointed by the unimaginative answer.
"Didn't like it?" He finally sounded amused. Yay.
"Meh. Rather blaze, actually." I waited for an answer, but received no response.
"I thought you weren't boreing." I was whinning, now, and he sighed.
"Do you want me to relax, or not? Cause it's kinda hard with you yacking at me." He sounded exasperated.
" . . . better than yacking on you." I muttered at his scolding.
This got an instant response and he barked out a laugh before he was able to stop himself. I was quiet after that, but smileing anyways.
By the time the bell rang I was gathering my things before walking twards the exit, again. Before I'd gone far, my odd rescuer stopped me.
"My name's Warren." His vioce was low and relaxed.
"I'm Kel." I turned slightly and spoke softly. Then, without another word or glance, I was out the door and off to nowhere.
The part where I put the lines in the story till the end hereis thesection I'm thinking of replaceing or just deleting. Kinda a reminder to myself to think about it.
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The place in the story, nearish the end, where I put the lines is the section I'm thinking of rewriting, or just deleting. I don't think the interaction is believeable. Well, I've gotten away with it, but I don't think a girl who sends ppls to Hell for a visit would be doin that. Any ideas?
