Chapter Three

Note: She blacked out, and there is only one person there … This is actually the rough outline of an actual book that I am writing. And her name is Angelique Oleander. So, I hope that you DO enjoy it. keep on rating :) I am hoping for more reviews soon, because I don't want to keep going without some input. Give me some ideas that can make it an easier read and all, maybe some things you might like to see in the future, or just what you think so far of this story!!! Also, I didn't edit this chapter. I might, in the future, after the new chapters start going up, come back if it really makes me want to. But for now, its fine and dandy. Not the best, but, hell, not the very worst :)

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My eyes were closed still; still tired it seemed impossible to open up my heavy eyelids. I couldn't remember were I was… Was I at home still? Did I just wake from my fathers punishing fists? That is about when the wave of pain hit like I was just thrown into a wall, nausea hit me and finally my eyes shot open. I was in a strange place, panicking as I felt the nausea threatening at the back of my throat. I felt my ribs throbbing along with my head and left arm.

I looked around nearly vomiting on the strange tile tan floor. My body convulsed violently as a spasm shook my stomach, sending anything I consumed for what felt like my whole life, was forced out of me. As if by magic, a bucket was there waiting for the mess out of nowhere. And a person who had not just been there, for what I could remember seeing, Cool fingers brushed along my thin neck as my hair was pulled out of the way of the mess. A soft hushing, comforting voice whispered reassuringly into my ear.

It was that boy; I could swear it was him, the comforting tone, calm soothing voice. I didn't know his name yet I had felt calm at his voice, I reacted to his light touch. Becoming an obsessed child over a petty treasure out of my reach. But he wasn't petty. He was simply much too good for a simple girl, a social outcast such as me. But here I was in a strange place, with someone holding back my hair as I threw up. I felt like I was about to get rid of my eternal organs when finally it turned to dry heaving. Coughing as the nausea finally started to subside.

"Feeling any better?"

The voice was like a great song, it was laced with the séance of worry which should not have to be with such a beautiful voice. Who could have thought a male could have such a masculine, magically musical voice. I breathed in deeply, my body was full of agony, without the nausea and heaving to cover it up, I was feeling worse. My eyes looked over to the boy. The beautiful blonde sat beside me, a hand still gently pulling my hair back off of my face.

"No"

That was all that I could get out. The beautiful was so deep in the male that I just felt plain intimidated. Instantly shots of self consciousness flooded me which forced my eyes to peer back down to the ground, causing my stomach to turn at the sight of my stomachs contents. I had such a deep compulsion to look over to the handsome pale face of my comforter.

"Not going to throw up anymore though?"

I couldn't speak as again my eyes betrayed me to glance at the god that sat next to me. I shook my head. He smiled at me slightly as his hand lifted some soft napkin to wipe off what was left behind on my face. Again the god spoke, as that is the only word that seemed able to explain this guy's beauty, like a special hand crafted jewel, one of a kind.

"How did you break your ribs?"

Surprise filled me up as I looked at him. Then my memory started to reach me on what happened at lunch. I had crumpled to the floor like tissue paper at someone simply poking me lightly. And then outside, after I escaped being embarrassed by crying, this same guy found me. My cheeks started to turn a light red at that.

"I fell"

My voice was low and hushed, barely even a whisper, now how could I convince him if I could not convince myself. That's always the first step in a battle, my father tolled me that. He might be a bastard, but he has taught me a lot in life. True, life was a whirlwind of pain many times, but some things you learn from such monsters could protect you when you got thrust into the big bad world. The beautiful blonde stranger lifted a thick, dark eyebrow as he looked at me disapprovingly, I could tell he wasn't taking my lie.

"Really? The truth now, tell me how"

I looked away, those eyes seemed to be probing me for the truth, and I was not going to let some stranger know my personal life. No matter how heart-stoppingly beautiful this guy was. No matter how comforting his touch was, and exiting. This was someone who I did not know, there was no name yet given as to what I could call him, he hadn't a clue who I was, unless a student pointed me out and tolled a nasty story about me. My hands were fiddling with each other as my eyes looked down at them evadingly.

"I really fell. Down the stairs at my house"

He sighed with frustration, shaking his head, I watched him out the corner of my eye. It seemed an impossible task not to look directly at this beautiful being. My heart was racing erratically, as if I was about to break, as if lying to him would simply kill me. He must be an angel, wouldn't an angel make lying so hard to someone who was a natural spitter of lies? He looked over at me intently before again speaking.

"I don't believe you," he paused shortly as his eyes looked at me accusingly, "But what can I do. I am Nile, Nile Nocturne"

The look in his eye made me feel like a failure, like I was not worthy of his comfort and kindness, his presence. I never felt like that about a persons disapproving look before. It pierced straight threw my aching heart. I again forced myself to look away as his gaze made the day seem so much worse. And he wasn't trying to; he simply looked hurt that I wouldn't tell him the truth. But I just couldn't.

"I'm Angelique Oleander"

Finally I was able to react, as I finally had gotten his name and I wasn't able to return the favor for a short while. I stole a glance in his direction, catching eyes with him; again mine were the first to back down. He nodded ever so slightly and I caught myself swooning over him mentally. I had recovered from the previous blush, but now a new pinkness entered my cheeks.

"The lawyer's daughter"

He obviously knew some things already about me, at least my family. Hopefully it was not much, our dirty laundry was me, and our family pain was my mother. That was what people usually talked about. The dirty laundry and the reason for why Angelique was such a terror. Oh, my sweet mother, how I missed her. Finally I forced myself to nod as my memories of my mother flooded me, tears glazing my eyes, losing my voice yet again. He cleared his throat and got up, offering me a hand. Looking past it I swallowed a whimper that arose and nearly caused me to cry again. My emotions were like a rollercoaster today.

"I didn't think you would want to be back in the school, I just took you here to my family's house. No one is here. I can take you back now. You were out for a few hours Angel"

Angel. It was what my mother used to call me. It had been my nickname, and since she died no one was allowed to call me that. Angel was a special name to me, but it sounded so wrong and unnatural unless it came out of my mothers lips, though now that was not even in my dreams anymore. It sounded like music from him. Like a song written just for me from him.

"Oh"

Again, barely a word said, and barely audible too. Perhaps the fact I was in a stranger's house, alone should trouble me. But Christ, he was a god and I actually trusted him so completely. It should disturb me, that fact itself. But it didn't. None of this troubled me. He looked like he was waiting for me to say something more, but as to what, I was absolutely clueless.

"… So did you want to go back to school?"

I instantly blushed deeply as I noticed I really hadn't listened to a word he actually had said. I looked down, but soon was again looking into his eyes as if they were magnets and I was, well, magnetic. That was when the fact they might call home if I just randomly had gone missing, which I had. Fact was that I was a bad kid, but not the bad kid that skipped school, and my fathers statues might get phone call for one class being missed. Shit. How long was I asleep?

"Yes, please"

He looked around, and eyes settling on a clock on the far side of the room, my vision was great, but even I couldn't make out what the time was. Nile looked over at me sympathetically, as if he picked up on panic that started to flood me. A small reassuring smile covered his handsome lips.

"You missed school. I signed you out though, saying you weren't feeling up to it"

I looked at him and knew I should be getting home, even if my father wasn't going to be coming home until around nine at night, his worker bees around the house could very easily say I was late and get me in some more trouble. And after last night, there was no need to give my father any reason to become pissed off at me.

"You have real beautiful eyes, Angel"

Personally I did like my eyes; the baby blue hue was nice to go with my typical blonde hair. Simple straight, healthy hair, I was just a normal girl, and I really saw nothing truly spectacular about my self, I was Angelique Oleander, the daughter of a very respected lawyer, a rich and privileged young girl who seemed to take her life for granite. But my structure, my hair, even my eyes. There was nothing really special about me, I lacked any of that quality. Of course though, naturally, a red blush colored my cheeks. A smile played across my lips.

"Thanks… I guess"

He smiled at me, looking directly at me. He did not look threw me; he did not look like he rather be anywhere else. He looked like he wanted to be here, I knew I did. But what does my wants matter. Some things that I think I need never can be mine. How could a god become mine, one who gave me the joy greater than my mother could calling me Angel?

"You should smile more. You could dazzle people"

I knew my cheeks never had been as hot with embarrassment as I looked up to the boy innocently, my blue eyes had life in them, and I could feel the shine in them. My lord, could this have me coming off as an obsessive school girl, Nile was more than likely just trying to make me feel better, or maybe trying to sucker me into admitting how I broke my ribs. The truth scratched at the back of my throat as his eyes had the heated connection to mine. It was real life, unless I was having some amazing dream, he could not return my feelings. It was me after all. The loner.

"What do you mean? You don't know me really"

I said so lowly that it was unbearable, so I thought. He seemed to pick up on it, and his handsome face become serious, that frown furrowed his thick, dark eyebrows as he spoke to me. The intensity in his eyes, how could it be my imagination, I couldn't possibly have that creativity in me.

"You frowned in your sleep, and every time I see you, the less you seem to smile"

I looked away, knowing that this observation was more than true. What was it that I could have tolled this boy who called me angel? Sorry, you caught me on a bad day, a bad week? I knew even my good days I didn't smile much at all.

"Okay, let's go. I can take you home"

He said as he helped me to my feet, and led me out of the extraordinary house…