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TWO.

I awoke in a bad mood.

8:36AM

Damn it! Zac had slammed the door shut when he left for College. Grumbling to myself, I pulled up and out of bed, heading for the shower. The house was cold and empty, making me feel like I was being watched as I slouched through the living room in only my underwear. I run a hand through my hair; my eyes catching sight of a folder on the couch. You're kidding me. That better not be what I think it is. Frowning and suddenly fully aware, I rushed over and opened the folder. It was Zac's poetry. On one of them held a note.

Hand in for 22nd of August to .

I shoved the work back in the case and ran back into my room. I knew that if Zac's work wasn't handed in in time, then he'd fail his entire course. Plus, if he knew that I'd fount it and done nothing, he'd never forgive me. I quickly yanked on a pair of grey jeans, a faded yellow vest and a battered pair of high tops; dashing back into the main room, taming my wild hair, and grabbing the folder.

'May I help you Miss?' A frail old lady with a thin kind smile implored from behind the desk. I tried my best at a fake smile, and lent forward on my elbow, tucking the folder under my arm.

'Yes actually, my brother left his work at home, I was wondering if you could give it to him? His name is Isaac Scythe'.

'Oh goodness! I should've known, you look just like him! The kind lad helps me file papers sometimes. Just hand it here love and I'll make sure he gets it'. She held out a small wrinkly hand and I gave her the folder. Whilst this happened she studied me with the calmest expression. 'By any chance honey, do you play the piano?'. It was completely random of her to ask, but she had a good eye. I nodded and stood up straight. Gillian (Or so her nametag read) grinned widely and continued 'Brilliant! If you're interested, there's a music group here that you could visit'. Gillian passed me a school map and pointed to where it was. I thanked her with fake enthusiasm and accepted the opportunity in checking out the little club, when all I really wanted to do was go home, shower, and go back to bed. The campus was bright and warm and very confusing, but I managed to navigate through the large corridors and ask a few students that went by whereabouts it was. I got strange looks when I finally arrived.

Must be because of my bed head. I thought and tried to smoothen out my wild locks. The class was quite large, around forty kids scattered the room, on various instruments, whilst from whom I guessed was the teacher, fluttered about the room and inspected their work.

'Are you here to join in?' The middle aged woman, with a slight hippie vibe, chimed over to me. I nodded and stalked over. Asides from all the different instruments and sounds, the music flowed together, making me feel a little more awake. 'What do you play...?' She asked and put an arm around my shoulder, seeming a tad too friendly.

'The Piano'.

The woman's eyes practically sparkled, and with a big grin, towed me over to a large white wooden grand piano. It was gorgeous. She motioned for me to take the stool, so I did, my hands falling like magnets onto the ice cool keys. I heard her gasp as the haunting melody filled the air, a few seconds later the whole room had quietened down, listening to the tune. I was not fazed by an audience, whenever I hit the piano I could not stop until I had completed the song, as if I had been possessed. Minutes later the ghostly notes grew slower and fainter, until no more came. I smiled to myself and got up. The woman's face was one of pure joy, her eyes crinkling at the corners.

'That was the best piece I have ever heard'.

The next few hours were spent playing little selections of songs that the other students chose, and listening to the music they had been producing. I didn't really pay much attention; I had grown tired again, in need of a shower. I told Professor Flynn (who I had grown to like, and learn of her name) that I would return back to the club the following day, or sometime during the week. She didn't comment on the fact that I was a teenager out of school, which relieved me, as I was too tired to even try erasing her memory. I gave her a quick goodbye and began making my way out of campus. The sun beat down like a ton of bricks and stuck to me like honey, faintly, I could feel someone's presence. Whoever it was, I had a hunch they were following me. I stopped and turned.

'Sorry!' A tall girl squealed. She looked like something out of a cartoon; long and straight pink hair fell halfway down her back, and big brown eyes lined heavily with makeup, peered at me. 'I'm Marilyn, and uh, I saw you come out from the Arts block... do you by any cha-' She was cut off short. My eyes bulged when Zac ran over and shoved something into her arms, a book of some sort.

'Next time don't go leaving your things around' His voice was playful; a tone I'd never heard him use before.

'I could say the same for you brother' I cocked an eyebrow. Both of them stared at me with dumbfounded expressions; Isaac, from the fact that I was at his college, and Marilyn, because she'd realised who I was. 'And before you ask why I'm here, I was doing you a favour, returning homework you carelessly left'.

He fidgeted with the hem of his white shirt and raised his eyebrows 'Oh, thanks'.

'How cute! Zac you never told me that your sister was your twin!' Marilyn slapped him on the arm, and a grin exploded on her face 'I should'a known though, you both have the same freaky white eyes'.

'I need to go, it was nice meeting you' I nodded at Marilyn and turned to Zac 'I'll see you later'.

I turned to leave, only to get bumped into by a very tall guy. It caught me completely off guard; we both stumbled to the hard ground I squeezed my eyes tightly shut, ready for the impact of the gravel. My hands took most of the damage; I opened my eyes again, smelling the blood of the guy that bumped me, and my own. I cussed to myself and got to my knees; the cuts on my palms had healed past scabs and only dried blood remained.

'Oh Jesus! I'm so sorry! Here I'll help you up' A deep and kind voice stammered. He held out his hand, a small gash lined his tanned palm, gorgeous red liquid oozed out. I licked my lips and shook my head and got to my feet.

'Xan you better start getting more careful or I'll fucking shove that board so far up your ass you'll need it surgically removed' Marilyn's voice had gone from sweet to playfully serious, her raccoon eyed makeup making her look menacingly cute. I wiped my hands on my jeans and turned my head to the guy that trampled me. He was in the middle of an intense glaring competition with Marilyn. He was really tall, probably six' five, slightly tanned and lined with perfect muscles that shown slightly through a black tee and loose fitted jeans, casual sandals rested on his feet. Heck even his feet were pretty. I prised my eyes away from his delicious body and was shocked at what I saw; layered and shaggy black hair fell past his chin, plumb lips were pouted slightly in that ''Macho guy stare'' that I knew was fake, and locks of hair that fell into the greenest pair of eyes I'd ever seen.

'I'm Nina'.

His eyes widened as he noticed my British accent, then they darted back and forth between me and Zac. When they finally rested back on me, I had to strain my neck to look at him.

'Hey, I'm Xander' His lips stretched over perfect white teeth. He had dimples!

'I'm not surprised he fell off that skateboard. Who wears sandals on them? Brain-dead I swear' Marilyn was rattling on to Zac.

'You totally killed it on the piano today'.

I frowned at that, it was such a random thing to say at the moment. I couldn't even remember seeing him in the room. Well, its not like I was paying much attention anyway.

'Uh thanks. What do you play?'.

'Self taught the guitar, and I'm learning the EV' He was smiling to himself, obviously proud.

I hadn't realised I was staring at him until I felt Zac's familiar cold hand grab my wrist. 'You need to go now Nina'.

I tried my best not to sigh at his awkwardness.

'Afraid I'll chow down on your friends?' I whispered into his ear 'Don't worry brother, I'm not hungry yet'.

His ice white eyes mirrored mine, like looking into a mirror, but his were showing glimmers of fear.

'I better be off then, see you around Xander, Marilyn'.