Spellbinding
Thinking, thinking; he was always thinking of her. Make up your mind- one minute she was the devil incarnate; next, she was an angel. Forcing him to watch the burning flames of his career, one that had seemed so assured. Then she had experienced her own taste of humble pie, Mika's vodka-soaked vomit resting messily along the front of her jumper and further below.
It may have been funny if Mika wasn't sobbing, shouting. Drunk. But she whisked the girl away and he expected her to be punished. Yet, he found her lying almost face down on the head teacher's sofa, slurring. As for the snob, she was being nice. Going as far as to offer her reassurance and proving that, perhaps, she was human too.
But she never felt fully human. Fully there.
Distant or overbearing, she was never someone to be pinned down, so easily defined. Often, she was sad. A sad kind of silence that indicated something had happened to her, haunted her. He thought it was loneliness. In some ways, he had been right.
Always a mystery- fanciful, enchanting, intangible. Despite the very reality that she was there, that she had placed her hand upon his knee once. She was not one to live within the boundaries that other people had forced her into; she did not believe in impossibilities. It had induced a begrudging respect from him.
He believed she may be the one. As in, the guardian angel this school needed- a saviour, a warrior, some goddess that simply clicked her fingers, causing chaos and peace to clash together. Eventually, only fate would be left. They were to be judged by the consequence of their actions.
But now it was her turn to be judged.
She was no saint and she promised that she was no sinner. They are not one or the other, Eddie, she said in that scathing tone of hers, I am what I am. Both can reside within one person- that is simply reality. Welcome to the real world.
This prompt is a mess but I don't know if I have the capacity to rewrite it, not for a while anyway. So, I guess this is what you're getting. Sorry...