Chapter 3

There he was. The one who occupied her thoughts. Who infuriated her, fascinated her, and was a complete mystery to her. There he was. Only a few feet away from her. Close enough to touch. "No!" thought Medeia, " I cannot have any fantasies." Medeia lectured herself. Although she had to admit he did looked quiet... fine.

Alex Rider was sleeping deeply. His chest rising slowly up and down. He had shifted his position that he now had one of his arms under his head as a sort of pillow. Medeia had a clean view of his face and stared.

As surprised as she was to see him there laying down and sleeping she was astonished to see the kind of expression that was displayed on his sleeping face at that exact moment. All of his features were relaxed. His jaw was slacked, there were no wrinkles on his forehead, and his lips weren't pierced in a frown. They were partially parted. Hi was relaxed. He seemed innocent. He seemed like a normal fifteen year old boy. He was blissful... almost angelic. What Medeia had glimpsed in his eyes before was nothing that his face was showing right now. His eyes portrayed someone has seen more gruesome events than average for his age, someone who has lost someone and was broken because of it.

Someone in pain.

Medeia thought about all the while her eyes scanning Alex Rider's body. His brownish blondish hair fell into his eyes. She noticed that his hair was longer and a little wild. He wore a spotless white collar shirt that fit him a little tightly. This showed off the many muscles that he had beneath it. He also wore some faded jeans that were slightly ripped at the knees. Medeia suspected that his long pair of legs made him about 5'9. Two inches taller than herself.

He was laying by his side and she could see that he was hunched over protectively over his backpack. It contained his books, which several were on the ground as well and a notebook for his next class that showed that he was obviously finishing his homework for. Medeia noticed that the title for the notebook was English on the cover. "Interesting," she thought.

She continued to stare at him, his back facing her. Her sandwich forgotten. Again he shifted, but this time he turned to face her. Medeia's eyes became wide. His face wasn't so peaceful now. His jaw was tensed, his eyes moving fervently under his eyelids, and his mouth was pierced in a scowl. He was having a nightmare and by the looks of it it was a frightening one.

Medeia shivered. She had had her own daunting nightmares before. She looked at her watch. It was 12:10 already. Five minutes until class starts. She better start moving. Making as minimum noise as possible. Once she was on her feet she moved forward and stepped on a twig. It cracked beneath her feet not making much noise, but for some reason she felt that she needed to look behind her.

To look at Alex maybe. But she was sure that he wouldn't wake up just because of that noise. Then why did she feel the need to turn around and look at his sleeping figure. For she was sure that was what he was doing still. Sleeping. She paused. It wasn't logical that he was awake. It was only a small noise after all. Maybe he was a slight sleeper. No. Even the slightest sleeper wouldn't wake up because of such a soundless noise. I'll just take a quick look and leave for my next class.

Medeia turned slowly around. She sighed. Relived to see that he still had his eyes close. But then the alarming noise of the school bell sounded throughout the courtyard, Alex's eyes immediately opened. He swiftly stood up and took in his surroundings. His piercing blue eyes settled on her soft brown ones.

He narrowed his eyes slightly- almost undetectable. Medeia saw. Was there a little bit of suspicious in his eyes? Medeia thought. Why would he be suspicious? Well yeah I was staring at him while he was sleeping, but he was asleep. For all he knows I could have stumbled upon him ten seconds ago and I was walking away right now. Don't tell me he was awake.

Medeia panicked at this idea. Was he awake the whole time? No, he couldn't have been. She saw his breathing. It was calm and she never saw his body tense or his breathing stop. She was a little frustrated. Just who was Alex Rider. She eyed him as well.

They stood there for a minute or so, but then the second warning bell started. That broke their intense staring contest. Alex started walking away and Medeia followed him. Alex didn't say anything. Only once they entered the building did he say anything.

"Why are you following me?" he asked. Not turning around to face her. Medeia almost didn't hear him because he spoke softly and there was a lot of noise now that they were in the hallway. There was no conviction in his voice. It was neutral. Emotionless.

"I'm not following you," she answered. "My class is the same way." He was silent for a moment. Medeia continued to speak "Besides, why would I want to follow you?" Besides wanting to know why you have such painful eyes. She thought and sighed. Alex continued not to answer to her. Or ignoring her. as she thought. It was a few minutes before he answered her.

" If you weren't following me why were you staring at me while I was sleeping?" he asked bluntly. He was leaning on a blue door with the number 285 on it. His stance was relaxed, but to Medeia it seemed as if he was always tensed. Never truly relaxed. Except when he was sleeping. Medeia thought. Stop thinking about it. She scolded herself . So he was awake after all. How am I suppose to answer his question without sounding ... perverted. Yeah I'll just say that I was staring at him because of the his handsome, relaxed face and because of his... adequate features as well.

Instead she answered " Why would I stare at your drooling face for?" shrugging her shoulders. At this he raised an eyebrow expectantly.

"What?" Medeia said noticing his stare.

"Don't you have to go to class already?" he questioned. Most of the students had already left for their classes and the hallway was left relatively silent.

Medeia shrugged again. " I would if you would move." He looked slightly confused. She sighed and pointed to thedoor he was leaning on. " This is my next class. English with ." He didn't move.

She gave him a look and shoved him rather forcefully away. Alex backed away and saw her enter the class not before she gave him a smirk before entering.

Who is she? Who is Medeia Smith? He wondered