His Angel

Chapter 3 - Considerably Worse

Whilst, my first day of school has come and gone, it is possible to argue that the second day is considerably worse. Sure the not subtle roaming of eyes might lessen slightly. The silent judgments of strangers may not seem so domineering, instead they are replaced with neglect. Helplessly, the new-comer watches these foreigners deem them as as an inconvenience, a mere parasite threatening their home.

They are left attempting to prove their value. Relentlessly.

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08:36
Stiffly, I wait outside my house. I closely inspect each car that drives past, praying for the next to be a silver convertible with my new chauffeur seated behind the wheel. How I yearn for the heaters in the car to discard the bitter English weather, causing goosebumps to station on my already, quivering skin.

The intense conversation yesterday with the mystery figure, whose beauty stubbornly refused to allow my concentration to remain on my drawings throughout the entirety of his stay. Until half way through the lesson when a ringing of a cellphone brought us both out of a daze.

Remaining with his fierce gaze on my perplexed one, he swiftly raised the source of the noise to his ear. He freed an irritated sigh from his mouth. Then he hung up the phone. My eyebrows knitted together in hesitancy as he rose from the table.
He studied me for,
one,two,three,
before giving a curt nod of dismissal, and had already stepped out of the art room doors prior to me processing what was happening.

Honk Honk
The sound of a car horn drags me out a trance into reality. I look to where I heard the awakening noise to find Scarlet. The black locks of her hair dance crazily in the wind as she leens out the car window, frantically waving to me.
"HEY GIRL, get your ass in, we're gonna be late!"
I laugh to myself whilst jogging over to the car as people whom are in the midst of their morning walk are startled by my friends bellowing voice.
I open the heavy door and climb in, immediately struggling with my seatbelt as the car takes off in a high speed.
"Good morning, thank you so much for picking me up, I'm not sure I could have walked this early today."
"It's no problem," she states, shrugging in response.

My momentarily forgotten curiosity suddenly emerges in my mind.
"Um, hey I was wondering, how did you get my number anyways?" I question in a casual tone whilst fidgeting in my seat.
"What? Oh right, you gave it to me yesterday silly. In the library remember," Scarlet quickly dismisses in an assertive tone, although I could have sworn I saw her usual composed facade differ for a second.
"Oh, okay. I'm sorry I must have just forgotten, I was distracted I guess," I reply, deciding it would be easier to laugh the misconception off.

"You free later?" Scarlet asks me after a short pause whilst temporarily removing her eyes from the road.
"You mean after school?" I question, earning a simple nod in reassurance,
"I'm not sure, of course I want to say yes don't get me wrong, but Ms Wood has already assigned us that English research task for our upcoming essay. I was plan-"
"but that's due next Friday, you have ages to complete it," she informs me, appearing certain of where my argument was leading.
"Yes I know that you are right, I just really don't want my work to pile up,"
"Tiana you have to relax. I only met you yesterday and it is blatantly obvious that you are the worrier type."
"You can already tell?" I question, a nervous giggle surfacing in the back of my throat.
"Easily," Scarlet begins whilst obtaining an expression of sympathy, "you just need to let loose, stop overthinking."
"I mean, I guess your right.... but what if my mum needs me at hom-"
"She's a grown ass woman, I'm sure she can manage the house for one night. Let's go out, we can even ask the other girls to join us, it'll be great I swear."
"I don't know, Scarlett..."
"Come on, please?"

I silently debate my options until my conscience interrupts me, 'my god Tiana it's not a big deal, stop overthinking this. You will have fun and the other minorities can wait, go on, just say yes.'
"You know what, okay. Why not? I am sure it will be extremely fun," I surrender to my beaming friend, causing a feeling of warmth to layer my heart as I notice her apparent excitement.
"YES! Thank you! I promise you, you won't regret it!" squealing in exhilaration, she bounces in her seat like a joyful child. An eager smile stayed plastered to her lips throughout the remaining journey to school.