Crimson Kiss

5 Pinewood Academy

I slept restlessly that night. When I woke the next morning, it was still raining outside, only this time thunder rolled across the sky. I groaned and dressed myself in the school uniform. White blouse, dark blue jacket and green and blue plaid skirt. The stocking reached my knees and I went with a simple ponytail. Shoes here are a bit of a problem. I only had sneakers and boots so I went with bootlets. Grabbing up my leather jacket and backpack and headed down the stairs. Frank was already gone, as I knew he would be. I grabbed a poptart from the counter and headed outside to wait for Freya. I only waited a few minutes before she arrived.

"So, I can drive, or you can follow me?" she said once she rolled down her window.

I shrugged and got into the car. As soon as we took off, Freya started talking about people in her classes, people she just knew I would love, people she was sure I would want to be friends with.

The ride to school was a long one. Classes don't start till 9am so we had plenty of time as it was only seven thirty. Once we pulled into the parking lot, I was surrounded by expensive cars, most of them Italian sports cars. I followed Freya through the campus until she presented me at the principal's office.

"I have to go meet Penny. I will be back here before the bell rings," she promised me. I nodded and then turned to knock on the Principal's door. There was a silver name tag on the door staying Principle Peterson. The man who answered the door was tall, thin and dark skinned. He smiled at me

"You must be Ivy Peirce. Welcome to Pinewood," he said in his deep voice and ushered me through the door. I smiled and followed, taking a seat in front of his desk. "I hope you found your way here well," he said, offering me a cup of tea. I smiled but shook my head.

"I got a ride from a friend," I say with a nod and swearing his question quickly, wanting to get this part of the day over with. Persterson looked at me and nodded a small smile.

"Now I know you have been through a great deal for someone so young-"

I look up at him quickly. "You just want me to know I can talk to you or any other member of the faculty if I wish to?" I smiled. "No disrespect Sir, I am in no need of anyone's pity. Thanks, but not thanks. I am just fine," I assure him, my voice sharp, not at all caring that I was being rude.

Peterson nodded and cleared his throat, handing me a list of classes and rooms and pointed to a stack of books on his desk. I nodded my thanks and left the room, books in hand. I was ready to find Freya and get this day over with. What I was not ready for, was the swarm of students around me. I looked around, trying to find Freya and Penny but they were nowhere to be seen. As I looked, I spotted the deepest green eyes I had ever seen, watching me. I blinked. It was Ezra Maverick. I swallowed hard and did my best to look away. I watched him, his eyes fixed on mine, my breathing slowed, my heart slowed and a wonderful sense of peace came over me. Everything around me seemed to slow down and stop. The only thing that remained normormal was his eyes.His face. The detail of his features was suddenly crystal clear, as if he had shed some curtain from himself, to reveal the inhuman creature before me. My eyes traced the curve of his full lips, the dimple on his left cheek. I watched as his lips pulled into a breathtaking smirk. I felt myself take a step forward but he shook his head at me, his smile fading, as he slammed his locker and walked away. I blinked, the sudden rush of everything crashing down around me. I turned away from where he had held me captive with his gaze. How had he done that? And what was he so mad about? That look he gave me before. It bothered me more than it should. When he had patched up the cut on my hand he seemed so nice. Sweet even.

I look up when I hear Freya and Penny cally my name. They walked over to me, but I was still looking after Ezra. He was such a mystery to me. The more he acted oddly, the more I wanted to know him. Would that make me stalkerish? I was simply curious about him. And I had no idea why. Other than what had just happened, that was all the contact I had with him. He patched up my hand because I was a clutz and had somehow cut up my hands. I still had no idea why or how I had messed up my hands.