Chapter 4: Follow [G]
He wondered who she was. He wondered where she was from. He then wondered, Why the bloody hell is she staring at me? Out of his peripheral vision, he noticed her. For the past 5 minutes or so, she had been looking at him. Maybe it was his hair. Griffin tried to casually fix his hair, but just managed to mess it up a bit more. He sighed and turned to look at her. She was checking what looked to be a touch screen phone. Griffin wondered what she was looking at. He also wondered why a pretty girl like her was alone.
She had shoulder length brown hair like his, forest green eyes, and smiled very...well he couldn't explain it but he liked it. She was wearing a dark and light blue shirt with sleeves that went just to her elbows and her jeans had a little flare.
He watched her put away her phone and stand up. Awkwardly Griffin turned and leaned down, pulling out a book from his backpack. Opening the book and pretending to read, he watched her walk his way. Uh oh. He had a thought and decided to go with it. Once she rounded the corner to the back alleyway, he quickly threw the book in his bag, threw the pack over his shoulder, and followed her. When he was rounding the corner he felt it. His thought for if she was one of them had vanished.
Running as fast as he could while holding the pack in place, he jumped. Jumped through her jumpscar and ended up in an unknown place.
Droplets fell on him. Griffin looked up, a few falling onto his face. The rain wasn't bothering him though, he was feeling too overjoyed. He turned to see a door close. Was it her? Griffin thought. The rain started falling faster. He walked up the cobblestone path towards a small two story house. The scenery behind it was extraordinary and the house was equally beautiful. It was a sandy color, which complemented the oceanic gray sky. His curiosity swelled back up. Who lived here? Why? Where was here? Everything was just bouncing in his mind at once.
As he walked up the first step to the house, it made a bit of a creaking noise. A curtain moving caught his eye and he froze. Slowly going up the next step, he felt it. Someone very close had jumped. A voice from behind him said, "Qui etes-vous et pourquoi etes-vous me suivez? Parlez-vous anglais?"
Griffin turned around slowly. "Oui...I mean...Yeah. I speak English. And I followed you because I thought you were someone else."
She nodded. "But how?"
"Your jumpscar."
"Oh," she giggled a bit at herself. "Why don't you come in? It's raining still," she pointed out.
Griffin actually forgot it was raining. He blinked, shook his head, and nodded. His favorite jacket was now saturated and his jeans were getting more damp from the rain. And he wasn't the only one. He jeans were soggy and her jacket was being to look drenched. She walked past him up the few steps and opened the door. He followed her, and with each step he could smell a soft, fruity scent. She pulled off her jacket and waited for his, hanging them both up on a hook by the front door.
Griffin glanced around a bit. There were a lot of bookcases and all of them were filled with books. She snickered. "I'm sorry...I forgot. What's your name?"
Hesitant at first, but he figured he could trust her. "Griffin."