A/N; I know this isn't the best story out there, I'm just starting, and it's a bit discouraging when I don't get any comments or reviews, I'm aware that power stones are hard to come by all I'm asking for is a comment or review that tells me what you think so far, please.
Anabella's POV |
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I don't look back up, but from the floor as I hear footsteps approach, loud murmurs of admiration accompanying them
"That's him, behind the red head and the Blondie" I hear Tessa whisper her voice laced with so much excitement that I have to prevent myself from looking up too see what all the fuss is all about.
"Here he comes-" I hear Brenda say, I hear all their feet literally tapping in anticipation, I hear the final sound of Melanie's perfume,
The anticipation rubs off on me, I hurriedly stand up and pick up my bag that was dropped earlier, as the footsteps get closer.
Melanie purrs in a way that most humans will find disturbing, while her two minions shamelessly scream.
I stand on the tip of my toes to get a view from behind Tessa, Brenda and Melanie as curiosity gets the best of me.
I almost gasp at the size of the crowd following him and guarding him at both sides, almost half the school, consisting mostly the female population shamelessly taking pictures of him like he just walked out of the Vogue magazine or something.
"Excuse me" Melanie says in a sickly sweet but high pitched voice, specially reserved for occasions like this.
The girls surrounding him immediately scramble, recognizing the voice of the most wanted and dangerous girl in school,
The few remaining eventually cower away, most likely from her death glare which I thankfully can't see from behind her.
As the crowd clears, Melanie walks astonishingly gracefully forward to the guy who is now staring at her confusedly seeing the length of her heels, while her minions settle for fan girling at the corner,
I take a sight of him, in a red tee-shirt with a denim Jacket over it, wearing dark shades, my traitorous eyes stray down, he's wearing a pair of black skinny jeans ripped at the knees with an enviable white and black sneaker to go along with it-I look up again, then down again..... Damn
Melanie doesn't waste a second, she starts to shamelessly flirt with him
" Hello, hot stuff" she says while twirling a strand of red hair in a low voice, probably meant to sound hot, but meh
"Um, hi" he replies in a deep velvety voice that sounds so familiar.
All the girls in the crowd starts gushing about how 'hot' his voice sounds, and then somebody hits him 'accidentally' causing his glass to fall off.
As soon as I take in a look at his eyes...
so blue-
my heart skips a beat right there- no, not because he's handsome, that's a different story.
It's... it's him!!
I shut my eyes, trying in vain to convince myself otherwise.
I inadvertently take a clumsy step backwards, as the shock hits me.
Not anticipating the trashcan behind me, I run into it causing me trip and fall and the metal trashcan falls to the floor eliciting a loud sound.
I immediately scramble to get up to avoid the attention now turned to me, but miserably fail, I fall back to the floor, as baseless fear paralyzes my body.
I immediately bend my head causing my long thick hair to form a curtain around my face, my usual defense against glaring eyes and probing gazes.
Especially one of a particular confusing boy, whose gaze now has fallen on me.
Ethan's POV |
"Be careful dear, be on the look out for anyone Suspicious" my mother tells me for the umpteenth time this morning as she sees me off to my car.
"I know mum, be careful too" I tell her as she kisses me goodbye,
"Bye Ashton"
"Bye mum, be careful"
I put on my sun shade and zoom off to catch up with the school bus.
My mother and I are very protective over each other, since we've only got each other, but she sometimes tends to go overboard, coupled with her motherly instincts of protection.
She even tried to suggest I get me home-schooled but I quickly refused the idea, my life is being tampered with enough as it is, I can't handle anymore.
•••••••
I chant my mantra as I walk to school from the parking lot, hoping it works.
Smile and blend in, don't act weird.
But from experience, my face will do all the work for me.
I'm not being cocky, it's just facts.
••••••••
As soon as I walk into the school's hallway, I begin to survey my new environment.
While looking around, I catch the gaze of some girls giving me a very weird look, I quickly grin at them to ease any possible Suspicions they have towards me.
It worked like a charm, because the next thing you know, they're squealing like crazy, even I'm embarrassed for them.
They attract a large crowd of people consisting mostly of females, they even follow me to get my schedule, shamelessly taking pictures of me.
You can't blame them, don't hate the player, hate the game.
I let them have their fun since I'm wearing sun shades and already dyed my hair brown,there shouldn't be much problem.... hopefully.
They still follow me as I walk to my first class. It's a bit too much, I mean, come on, I know I'm handsome and all, but no need to make it so obvious.
Right ?
I can't even see where I'm going anymore.
"Excuse me" I hold myself from cringing at how high pitched the voice is, apparently the rest of the crowd share my feeling as they scurry away like rats from a killer cat.
She glares at the few left, and they immediately lose their minuscule courage.
She's beautiful, very beautiful. But you can tell it's all fake, I gulp in saliva as she stalks slowly towards me in her short body hugging gown batting her long fake eyelashes.
"Hello hot stuff"
Uh oh, desperate alert.
"Um hi" I say, immediately seeking away for escape.
Then I hear squeals, I have to withhold myself from groaning- I get I'm hot and all, but seriously it's really starting to get on my nerves, just then suddenly some one hits me hard, I stumble a bit causing my sun shades to fall off.
"sorry" a feminine voice apologies, but you could tell it's fake from how pitched it comes out.
"Shit" I curse underneath my breath as I bend immediately to pick it up.
Then as loud sound of metal crashing against marble resounds through the hall way, thankfully turning the attention from me towards it.
As soon as I put my sunshades back on I turn to the scene as people start to murmur something about 'the freak'
It's a girl on the floor, knees pulled towards her chest, her thick brown hair forming a curtain around her face.
I don't know why I'm moving towards her, or what I'm doing. But I can't seem to stop myself even as the bimbo calls out to me.
The warning bell rings.
She pushes herself against the wall as I walk towards her.
There is something familiar about this scenario.