"Kyler? Kyler Davies?" It was my gym teacher. Was it just me, or did 95% of them look like they belonged in a gym rather than teaching in one?
"Guilty." I said as I turned away from her to look at him. This proved much harder than I thought it would.
"Well, from the looks of it you seem fine, but I think you should see the nurse just in case." Argh, I was hoping he wouldn't say that.
"Uh, really I'm fine. There's no need for the nur-" He cut me off.
"This isn't a debate." Stupid nurse nazi.
"I'll show him the way ." She chimed in from beside me. This startled me. Why was she taking the time out to help me? Certainly someone as breath taking as her had better ways to kill time; than toplay tour guide to the football magnet.
"Thank you, Renesmee. That's very kind of you." His gratitude, I suspected, was due to the fact that he didn't have to take me himself.
Without speaking to me, she twirled around headed for the doors that led to outside. A little slow on the uptake I realized she expected me to follow her. So I did. As we made our way across the hall and to the doors I couldn't help but admire her once more. Her hair a wave of curls that never seemed to end. Skin so perfect it exuded a glow. Standing at approxiametly 5'6, she was not tall, but this was the perfect height for her. Basically, all my assements led to one word. Perfection. In my four years of high school I never once looked at a girl. And no, it wasn't because I was looking at the guys instead, but because I knew deep down inside it could and would never work. Never work because of what I was. But more importantly it would never work because I wouldn't let it! I would never willingly let someone get close to me, for that would be putting them close to danger. And I could not have that on my conscience. What am I talking about? I have already introduced someone to danger. My dad. The sudden burst of air as she pushed open the doors brought me back to reality.
We walked for a little bit in a awkward silence. Well at least I thought it was awkward. She just walked with a slight smile on her face. Then she spoke to me. Again. Must be my lucky day.
"Hmm, Kyler huh? I like it, it's unique. Although I must admit I am a bit dissapointed I kind of liked the other one too!" She laughed at her little joke. I could not help but laugh along with her.
"Thanks, but I think you take the cake in the unique name department. Renesmee?" For an instant she glared at me. I got the sense she got a lot of gripe when it came to her name. I rebounded quickly, for she didn't let me finish my statement."Don't get me wrong I like it. I like it a lot. Actually, I think it's beautiful." I looked down kind of embarassed that I let that much slip out. Slightly glancing back up I saw she was blushing.
"Why, thank you. But you could call me Nessie if you'd like. Everyone one else does."
"I don't know. I don't like it as much." I really didn't like it. I t reminded me of the loch ness monster or something. And she was the furthest thing from a monster.
She sighed with relief "Whew, good. Just between us two I hate it!" She playfully nudged me in the ribs. Um, OW! Man she was strong. Oddly enough, I liked that. It suddenly hit me we weren't at the nurses yet.
"So how long until we hit the office?" I said scanning around looking for it. She smiled a crooked smile at me that I was sure to always remember.
"You didn't honestly believe I was taking you to see the nurse, silly!"
"I didn't?" I said kind of schocked, but relieved at the same time.
"No way, I could tell you weren't the least bit hurt by that football!"
"You could?" Well there goes my oscar.
"Yeah, and when Mr. Stewart sent you to the nurse. I thought to myself, what a better way to get to know the new guy." I knew it was childish but I felt a bit smug that she would want to get to know me.
"If you don't mind my asking, but why?" Why was I questioning her. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
"No not at all. It's just, I knew what it was like being the shining new toy. And please don't take this wrong way but you seem like the kind of person who prefers to blend in, and I'm the same way." She paused for a second, deep in thought. "I don't know, you just seemed like someone I could talk to, you know be friends with." She sighed "I'm sorry, I didn't me to throw all that on you."
I barely knew her, but I had the sudden urge to reassure her that it was fine to let her know that everything was ok. "No, no it's fine. I really appreciate that actually. A friend would be nice."
At that moment we both looked up at eachother and at the same time we began to laugh. Why? I have no idea! But it was nice anyway. Then after a second I realized I was the only one making noise. I looked over to my side to see that I was walking by myself. I turned back to see her standing a few feet back from me with a very stern look at her face. Then my eyes caught something. Almost as if she heard something far in the distant her ears perked up ever so slightly. I strained to listen, but I picked up nothing but her breathing and irregular heartbeat. Then as I was about to move foward to her I heard it. A motorcycle. As it got closer and closer and I could hear the speed accelerate, racing towards it's it sped into view across the parking lot and skidding to ear shattering halt. Renesmee's anger faded so fast it almost gave me whiplash! She was shaking her head with her eyes closed and a slight smile painted across her face almost as if she knew it was impossible to stay mad, Then the mysterious rider got off the bike.
All 20 feet of him! Ok, so that was a bit of an exaggeration he was more like 7 feet, but still. The guy was huge! His hair was short and choppy all over, almost as if he was his own personal for some strange reason had decided to skip out on wearing a shirt despite the rain and cold. As he leaned back against his bike he scanned the yard in search of something. His eyes froze as he found it. Of course, as I followed his path they led to her. No, really I'm surprised! Although I noticed there was something strange in the way he stared at her. His eyes did not match his physical stature at all. For they were full of so much love and devotion, that it seemed almost to the point were he hoped that somehow a bullet were headed straight for her just so he could jump in front of it. But then his eyes shifted towards me. They changed in less than a second. One moment filled with love and devotion the next filled with loathing and disgust oh and hate, and rage, and a how lot of other things! I was almost positive that if that theoretical bullet was headed towards me I'd be dead by now. The cold dark eyes that stared me down were somehow only steered away by her.
"Oh, come on Jake be nice. He's a friend. Or am I really going to have to purchase that shock collar?" She said teasingly.
He looked over and smiled.
Of course, She's Taken!