Child
By LittleMissCrash
Chapter 3: Hanna
Earlier this day we took Dawn to hospital, and I stayed there the entire time. Dawn tried to mask a face of fear with bravery, but everybody could see through and find the fear that was hidden in his golden specked black eyes. My father rarely spoke about his family, aside from Uncle Eden. The rare time he does mention them in a conversation, I can pick up a lot of details, such as my father's older brother John. My father used to be the legendary criminal, but when he was finally caught, courtesy of my mom, he was ordered execution by firing squad, but on the day of his death, John somehow took his place and… Uncle Eden used to have the plague, but he was cured, but after he was cured it left him almost blind, he later got his eyesight back by help from Antarctica. Because of this, I could see the twisted pain through my father's eyes, how he was reliving the terrors of his past. My father insisted on staying with Dawn, making it clear he did not want to go to the ball anyway. My mother and I went.
Which explains why I am here now. It is now 2145 hours. I am sitting on the sidelines with Annie glaring at me. It is pretty clear that she hates me by now. Without the presence of Dawn, it makes her even more pissed off. Geez, she is only thirteen, what kind of naïve crush was this? Today is one of my worse dress nights. Usually the dresses are comfortable and loose, but today, it was super tight and it hurts to walk. I feel like the second I get outside, I will gladly free my legs from this treacherous 45 thousand Note piece.
"Um, hi." A voice comes from behind me. I turn and glare at whoever it was due to my current terrible mood. Of course, a voice like that could only be from Alex Stravropoulos. Tall and dark haired just like how his father used to look…like I would know. I immediately turn on my practiced, automatic smile. Sure, I knew he's a hottie, but he is not my type. His crush on me was so obvious that it was almost disgusting. Sadly he is also in Drake, so he has had plenty of chances to ask me out. Many men like me, but it's just none of them making it as obvious as he does. They are all bolder than Alex is though. I have turned down more people in my life than I have to. Not all of them are trolls, many of them, actually, are pretty good looking, but I just don't want someone seeking after me because of my surface.
"Oh! Hello Alex." I say in faux surprise, I knew he was going to sneak up to me sooner or later.
"So Hanna, would you like you like to have a dance with me?" He held out a hand to me. Perfect manners, perfect boy. I honestly was not in the mood for this, but I pity him. Plus I have known him for nearly all my life, and he was shy towards me. Without saying a word, I got up and took his hand.
It was so boring. We danced for a while and until the third song was over he leaned closer to me, my face and his face almost touching. I decided to keep my hair down, letting all the white blonde curls roll down my back. My hair sort of a barrier between me and him. I try to lean away, but he just pulls me closer. I try to push, but it was useless, I guess being the Elector Primo's son had training advantages. He tried to place his lips on mine, but I continued to lean away and shaking my head.
"Oh, come on," He finally whispered. "I already know you want me. No need to hide that." His voice was seductive, I will admit that, but I do not fall for these tricks.
"For your information, I do not want you. You just asked me to dance, and I agreed. There was nothing else involved. Now please leave me alone." I say and with a final effort, I shoved him away from me and ran out of the first door I saw. He did not come after me, gladly.
When I closed the door behind me, I sank down to my feet. When I looked in front of me, I saw a man looking at me with a hoodie. Even in the dimness of the night and the rain blurring my vision, I knew he had the best looking face I have ever seen. His hair was messy, and the darkest shape of black possible and an exact match as his eyes. Those eyes were so dark they don't seem to have pupils. His lips are full and adorably pink. His smooth complexion was something hard to achieve. When I bent down to get a closer look, he flinched away, and that second glimpse I caught of him was enough to tell that he has Asian blood in him. Chinese or Vietnamese, maybe? There was definitely also some Caucasian in him. He hid his face from me.
"Hey, are you okay?" I ask.
"Why do you ask?" He spits at me. His voice was gruff, and drowned with sleep.
"Well, you are only wearing a hoodie in the wet cold outside. You expect me not to ask?" I say as though this was the most obvious thing ever, which was, but he just did not seem to get it.
"Well you are Republic, what should I expect from you?" Then it hit me. The way he said "Republic" with so much hate it was plainly laid out in front of me. He is from the Colonies. The second it hits me, he realized he had said the wrong thing. "I mean like we were kind of cruel before…right?" He tries to amend, but it isn't fooling anyone and he knows it.
"Well, Colonist, I will try to help you. Step one is for you to tell me your name. So what's your name?"