Chp.2. Saviors
It was a gentle breeze out today, not too cold for my morning walk to school. There was a glimmer of Sun peeking from behind the clouds but it was not fully in veiw. Yet, my pale skin seemed to illuminate in the little light it provided. Even though this was my 3rd week in this small town, I'd not been outside the house since coming here and two other times when the family went to a diner to have dinner and when I went shopping with Mrs. Ween for household essentials.
So, I was not surprised to see all the eyes following me as I walked. It did make me feel self-conscious seeing as I wasn't the most social person. I've outgrown it majorly over the years, though it still happens at least three times a year depending on the situation, social anxiety became an illness of mines when I was younger after meeting G-Gopher.
I didn't take well to large crowds and it helped in my situation. I was homeschooled throughout the years because of the anxiety attacks. They'd gotten worse after 'the incident'. Sometimes though people wouldn't take a hint and another problem of mines came front. I'd ascertained a level of anger issues. I could hardly hold my tongue or control my movements when I felt pressured. It's like I wasn't there anymore yet I could hear and see what was going on.
My anger issues have brought me a lot of unwanted attention over the years. It also brought me a lot of regrets yet I could do nothing to change the past. I'd lost too much and it hurt to reminisce on my mistakes. My biggest fear is repeating the past, it would kill me to have to go through what I've been through over again.
The one thing I'd never forget and always regret since walking into this line of life is Prest Xander Tylers. Prest was someone who'd became another Gopher to me. I'd sworn that I'd never let anyone else in...to protect myself. But, I couldn't deny the white haired, pretty eyed, dimpled faced little boy. Prex as I'd come to name him, had heterochromia. He had it in two ways, in the eyes which caused him to have bi-colored eyes. His left eye's outer ring was hazel yet the area surrounding the pupil was a metallic ocean blue. Then his right eye was gunmetal with orange near the pupil. Yet, they were so entrancing...you could never look away. He also had heterochromia in his hair which wasn't very common. Usually it was a small part but he'd been born with the snow white hair of an arctic wolf. It was silky and flowy. But, for some odd reason it always felt cold. The weird thing about his hair is that in the middle of his head if you moved the white aside, you could see the dark brown tresses that'd come from his Mother. Yet, that's the only place they resided.
Another thing about Prex was that he was deaf. Yet, he could speak just as fluently as the next person and in 3 languages. Two of which I knew and that took years for me to perfect. However, it only took some months for him to grasp them and he couldn't even hear the words or accent in which they were pronounced. He also had no trouble with knowing what a person was saying, even if he looked away for a second as you were speaking, he'd caught every word. Sometimes, I secretly wondered if he could actually hear. He'd always tried to explain that he felt when his alarm went off or someone was speaking to him and the words they were saying by the vibratons in the air. But, if I ever questioned that he was too good he'd just say, "Practice Belle, all I do is practice." I would always nod and change the subject.
"Good ol' Prex." I sighed.
"Prex?" I gasped before tripping over my feet. My arms shot out automatically to stop from colliding my face into the concrete. But, before I could injure myself in any way, I felt a pair of arms wrap themselves around my waist. A shock of electricity seemed to flow up my spine from my waist where my savior's arms were stationed. Yet, this jolt of electricity did not calm me. For some reason it seemed to make my blood boil.
"Are you alright?" A voice spoke. It was the same voice that had shocked me in the first place.
"I'm fine." I muttered as I'd finally stood balanced on my feet. I waited for said person to remove their arms that started to feel more than uncomfortable. Yet, they never even tensed a muscle. I gently pushed against their hands to let the person know that they could release me now. I could clearly hear the sigh escape their lips as they slowly lossened their arms before dropping them.
Inwardly I smiled at finally being free from the awkward hold on my part. But, keeping my face blank of any emotion I turned around to face this strange savior. I suddenly found myself staring at a dark red polo. I trailed my eyes up to see a chin full of dark stubble and then a unattractive grin, further up a wide nose and then stopping on a pair of dark blue eyes that seemed to be roaming over my own form.
"Umm, thank you." I replied before turning on my heel and continuing on my way. Something about that blue eyed fellow was chilling. I could feel it. I quickly picked up my pace when I heard his voice calling me back from behind. I glanced up and thanked the Heavens. There stood the sign I would kiss if it wasn't hazardous to my health, 'Forks High: Home of the Spartans'. I quickly turned into what I assumed was the student parking lot of the school. I could make out the sound of my follower's footsteps halt before turning in the opposite direction. I breathed a sigh of relief before officially taking in my surroundings. There were a few cars already parked around the lot. All were rusted and old automobiels besides one, a black Mercedes. I was in love. If it was one thing I knew, it was cars. My hands itched to run along the smooth looking paint and take a tinker under the hood of the vehicle.
Beeep!
I jumped in place before turning around. An old balck and rusted 1978 Toyota pickup front bumper stood before me. I rolled my eyes toward the windshield hoping the driver could see before moving out the way. I watched as the rumbling engine of the truck rode past, a boy wearing a green Spartans cap glanced over at me before turning away quickly when he realized I was looking. I smirked before making my way to what I could only guess was the front office. I felt the temperature change as I stepped inside the small confined space. The room was much warmer than the outside. The walls were a muddy brown with paintings and certificates hung around them. There seemed to be fresh waxed wooden floor tile along the floor. I moved towards the block of a desk sectioned in the middle of the room seperating what I could presume the waiting area from the back adminstrations' offices.
A lady wearing a bright orange sweater sat behind the desk on a off-colored computer chair that didn't match the coffee colored desk. She was very much engrossed into something on the desk that I couldn't make out. I cleared my throat respectfully to gather her attention. She looked up quickly bouncing her short orange curls around her face. She seemed shocked at my presence though I could make out the bit of fear running deep through her eyes. I smiled in reply to her warm smile as she gazed at me, showing my sharp, bright and milky white teeth.
"H-hello there," she clammered out as her heart raced.
I took a step forward before speaking, "Mattina, my name is Isabella Swan, I'm new here." I said quietly. She nodded before flipping through some papers on her desk.
"Yes, well it's great to meet you, I'm Mrs. Cope. This is a map of the school so you can get around. We had picked out a student to show you around, but Al-," BRRRRRIIIIINNNGGGG! The shrill sound of the bell cut off the rest of her sentence. "Sorry about that, as I was saying. She's not here, so I'm afraid you'll have to use the map. It shouldn't be too difficult to find your way though and I highlighted the best routes just in case. This paper here is your schedule with all your classes and this blank sheet needs to be signed by all your teachers and returned at the end of the day." She concluded.
I thanked her before making my way from the office and towards my first hour class. I was already going to be late. I looked down at my schedule as I walked. I had Algebra II first. That deserved a very vocal slur of words. But, I just ranted inside. Who in their right mind would make Algebra or any type of math a first period class? That was the most idiotic thing ever! I was deep into thought as I read over my schedule when I ran into a wall. My breath knocked from my lungs as I staggered back from the impact. What I didn't prepare for, was said wall to save me from falling. The hands grasping me into a upright position were hard yet they were gentle.
My eyes drifted over the form of my second savior today. Yet, this one didn't send chills down my bones. I caught the bright white of a jacket that seemed to blend with the palest skin I'd ever seen. The white jacket was open at the neck and the chalky pale skin seemed to blind me. I trailed my eyes up over the strogn structured face of what I believe to be a male before making contact with a pair of worried golden orbs.