For You I'll Be Superhuman

Chapter 5

Aevri's POV:

"Wipe some of the yogurt & honey off her face please," the guy who carried me said, as we made our way to the shower room.

I noticed his accent. He wasn't American. Maybe British, I guess. Or Australian. I wasn't quite sure. Someone's hand wiped off the yogurt and honey from my face, I still didn't open my eyes though. I was too embarrassed that I didn't want them to recognize me in the hallways the next time we might bump into each other. I tried coming up with a brilliant plan of getting away from them before they could see my face, but the only thing that came up was to try and jump away from this guy's arms and risk hurting myself again. I was never good at making bright ideas. That was always Chris's job.

"I didn't know they could be this harsh. Let alone a bunch of talented students in a well respected school," said one of them..british,again, I think.

"To tell you lads honestly, that was not the welcome party I expected", said another.

"Did you see the dean's face? He was furious. This must've happened before," another one said, with a different accent..Irish, maybe?

"It has," I answered, my eyes still closed. My voice came out merely as a whisper but I had startled the person carrying me. It fell silent for a while and that just made it all feel awkward. I shouldn't have just butt in like that. Idiot.

"Are you alright, miss?" The dude carrying me asked. I smirked, "Never better, sir. Never better."

Some of the guys along with us chuckled. The guy who carried me probably snarked or something. He didn't say a word afterwards.

I heard them say we were nearing the shower room now, and when we got to the door..

"Where do you think you 5 are going with that poor girl?", scowled Coach Meredith. She was the only vocal coach I knew who sounded like a gym class teacher. I recognized her voice all too well. They all explained about the incident back in the cafeteria and the orders they got from the dean, but the coach would only allow one of them to assist me and go in with me in the shower room. She says she knew how teenagers 'worked' these days. Ugh. That was too embarrassing to hear.

"You go, Harry", one of them suggested. His voice wasn't tiny but it was a bit higher pitched than the others but still sounded masculine. 

"What?? Just because I'm carrying her??", the boy carrying me complained. Definitely British. The accent was clearer now.

They all just probably shrugged because none of them really volunteered to do it instead of him. "It's about time you did something good for a change, Hazz" one of them said. Then they lifted up into a short chorus of laughter. The 5 of them must be really good friends. 

The guy carrying me, who's name is probably Harry, grunted and whined. But he went in the shower room anyway along with me. "Make it quick, alright? I don't want you to doing anything nasty in there," said Coach Meredith and I felt my face burn bright red. Ugh she was too much. I think he thought the same too coz I heard him grunt again.

He went inside and closed the door carefully behind him. He sat me down on the bench. "Um," I tried to say, "I can..uh.. I can just wash myself you know."

"It's okay. I'm just gonna help you up by the shower and you can rub off all the yogurt and honey. Will that be okay with you?" his voice was too charming and sweet that I flushed scarlet even more and just nodded. He stood me up slowly and led me to one of the shower cubicles.

"The water's cold, love. You might want to be prepared for that. Ready?" The next thing I knew, he turned on the shower and the minute the water touched my skin, it sent chills down my spine. Even though he said he would just hold me in place, he still helped me wash my hair. I couldn't reach far back because my shoulders still hurt. After washing off all the yogurt and honey, he wrapped me in a big towel and pulled me softly to a drier floor. I hadn't opened my eyes still, but when i finally did, I met his gaze. He looked right at me as I stared at him. I shook my head and dried myself.

I tried to calm myself down and wished I shouldn't have opened my eyes then. I didn't think he was this.. THIS! He wasn't bad looking at all. The way his skin reflected in the dim light and the way he dressed. He was definitely not from around here. I didn't recognize him so maybe he's one of those new transferees that just came in. I tried avoiding his gaze now.

I could've sworn, he had the most beautiful pair of eyes. They were green if I wasn't mistaken. A pair of green that somehow made you want to look even closer just to check if they were real because they looked too perfect.

And the weirdest thing was, they looked so familiar..