The Mysticals

Chapter 3

TM 3

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Becky's POV
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I had Geography with no one next. Great. I went into the classroom with my books and sat at the back of the classroom. I started doodling on my hand, waiting for everyone to arrive. Suddenly, I heard someone sit next to me. I looked up, expecting some nerd or someone, but instead I saw a cute boy with brown curly hair and eyes. Why would he be sitting next to me?

"Excuse me, are you lost?" I asked. He looked back at me and said.

"Nope, are you?"

"It's just, usually, not many people want to sit next to me apart from my friends."

"Is it not okay to sit next to a cute girl when you want to?" He thought I was cute?

"No, it's not!"

"Well I guess I'm breaking the rules, then." He returned to his phone. I just gaped. Why did I feel firey, too? Don't tell me there are four.

"Hello, dense children. Today we will be learning about volcanoes. No, I have no videos. Oh, yes, go back to sleep, sorry for disturbing you." I loooove Geography.

"What do you do to pass the time during this shit?" The boy asked me. "Oh, sorry, I'm Leo, Leo Valdez." He reached out his hand. HOLY SHIST ITS HIM. WELL IT LOOKS LIKE HIM AND IT SOUNDS LIKE HIM. MUST.... STAY CALM.

"Becky, Becky Gerin." I shook his hand. "During this shit? I usually just think about happier times and try not to be bored to death." Leo laughed. "Or I stare out the window and think about life."

"Well, both of those sound acceptable. When did you come here?"

"Four years ago. You're new this year, aren't you?"

"Yep, along with like ten others because I'm the best."

"Alright then."

What followed was a conversation where we talked about as much as we could fit in to a seventy five minute period. I walked out feeling warm inside. He must be a Mystical. I met up with Melody in front of out English classroom.

"Hello? Dreamy pants?" She said, snapping her fingers in front of my face.

"Huh, what?" I came back to reality.

"Oh, nothing.......... I just know you have a cruuuuuush."

"Shut up."

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Lyra's POV
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I sat down in Chinese. It was the only subject I had without my friends, therefore my least favourite subject.

Everyone began filing into the room, I ignored them as no one was really worth noticing. Plugging in my headphones, I tuned out the rest of the world. Fall Out Boy, another one of my so called 'emo bands', echoed in my ears.

A few seconds later, I felt my desk move as two people sat on either side of me. There were numerous strange things about this. Reason number one; no one ever sat next to me in Chinese but that was a whole other story. Reason number two; their presence caused feelings to mix together inside me, darkness and light. They had to be Mysticals.

One of them tapped me on the shoulder but I pretended not to notice, not wanting to end my song. They did it again and I snapped my head up in annoyance. When I saw it was the brown eyed boy from history, my expression immediately changed.

"You're the badass from history?" He questioned with a cute side smirk.

"I guess that would be me." I answered.

The teacher walked in telling us to be seated, putting an end to our conversation. I looked to my other side to see the boy Brooke had told us about. He had sparkling blue eyes and jet black hair, the features stood out strikingly against his pale complexion.

I felt awkward sitting in between the two as there was a physical bond I felt I was breaking. Shuffling in my seat slightly, I reached for my workbook. I began to draw and write all over the back page whilst everyone else listened to the teacher. Well almost everyone else, the brown eyed boy was watching me. I still couldn't get over how much they looked like Dan and Phil.

My drawings mostly consisted of shapes and small sketches whilst the words I wrote were things I liked or small creative sentences. I liked that about myself, my creativity. Though I didn't like much else. My friends always said I should but meh.

The adrenaline pumped through my veins as I ran and the wind tousled my hair. If it weren't for the men in suits chasing me, I might have enjoyed it.

The little yellow softball came plummeting to the ground. I effortlessly flicked off my helmet and lined myself below the path of the ball. Time seemed to slow down in that moment, all the world around disappearing. As the ball landed in my glove, a chorus of cheers brought me back to reality.

"You play softball?" The boy questioned in a hushed voice so that no one else could hear.

"Yeah. Why are you watching me anyway?" I questioned to keep the conversation from veering onto the topic of my life.

"You seem like an interesting person." He shrugged.

"Trust me, there isn't much to me but sarcasm and obsessions." I laughed.

"I'm sure you're much more than that." He said.

"Well you don't even know who I am." I replied.

"I know that you're one of us." Mini-Dan said, motioning between him and mini-Phil. Am I thinking what he was?

"What, human?" I laughed, slightly scared of bringing up the topic of Mysticals. Was I one?

"You know exactly what I mean." He said sternly.

With that, he turned to the front of the class and didn't speak for the rest of the lesson. Though I didn't really need words because of the conversation inside my head.

Was I really one of them?

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Before you ask, Boonie. Yes, your poop Will be in the next chapter /.-

Thanks to greeneyedgremlins for writing some of this. She insisted.

~Sooooophie