Chapter Two

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CHAPTER 2

CIRCE

I shoot up in my bed, scared and confused. How did I get here, I was dying out in the forest, and now I'm alone in my bedroom.

I frantically reach for my arm and untie the bloody flannel, finding nothing. There is no scar, no blood, nothing.

I reach up to touch my neck but feel nothing. I jump out of bed, running to the full-length mirror in the corner of my room. I pull off the flannel, exposing my gray sports bra, as well as my neck.

"What the hell is happening?" I yell, knowing my parents either aren't home or don't care.

Nothing, there is nothing there, but I know it happened. It had to have happened.

Maybe, maybe I was just exhausted and hadn't had enough water, so I just started to have a weird dream, or I just had a panic attack and started to make things up to cope. That makes sense, totally.

I peel off my gross old clothes and throw on some new ones. I remember I had forgotten my bag in my locker at school, so I start walking without it. In ten minutes, I'm at school, forgetting all about the 'incident', as I'm going to call it.

I walk into the parking lot, and immediately the family, the one that pays almost no attention to anyone, turns their head towards me.

It's the Cullens, the oddly pale and uninterested family that everyone seems to love. They turn away quickly, though a couple looks back, the small girl with black hair, Alice, the broody one I sit next to in science, Edward, and the one that looks like he could fight a bear, Emmet.

I brush them off, heading into the 5th building, where my locker is. I grab my bag and the books I need for first period, English.

I take my seat next to Edward, dreading having to sit next to him. Hopefully, the seating chart will change sometime soon.

Today, he seems to actually be aware that there is a class going on, and I keep seeing him give me side glances. Of course today, we're starting a mini partner project, and usually, when these happen we do our separate parts without even talking to each other.

This time, he actually spoke, "So, what book should we read for it."

I turn towards him, surprised. "Uhm, I don't know," I begin, genuinely confused, "Uh, what about Fahrenheit 451?"

"OK," he says, not saying much after that, but I keep seeing him look back at me. As I begin working on our outline, I notice Eric come up. He is like the most gossipy person in the school I know besides Jessica, though to be fair he has to be, as the lead man in the newspaper club.

"So Circe, what's with the weird lenses?" he inquires, his annoyingly high voice shaking like he's scared of me.

"What?" I question, "What lenses?"

He looks at me like I'm stupid, "The contact lenses, duh."

"Uh, I what?" I ask, really weirded out, "I don't wear contact lenses."

He rolls his eyes, the scared nature he had before seeming to fade, "Sure, so you have naturally red eyes?"
At this, I see Edward's eyes snap over, his face angry. He quickly looks back out the window, but I can feel some raw emotion peeling off of him.

At this point, Eric has scooted back to his seat, so I get up and walk to the bathroom, not even bothering to ask.

As I walk into the bathroom, I have to take deep breaths before I look in the mirror, immediately stunned. I stare at the blood moons dancing in my eyes, staring right back at me. My hair is messy, making it look shorter than it is, tickling at my ears.

What the hell, why are they cherry-colored instead of my usual forest green eyes? That's not a small change like my eyes getting darker, my eyes are a whole new color.

I walk back to class, and while the teacher yelled at me I grabbed sunglasses I had stuffed in my bookbag. I quickly put them on, muttering an apology to Mr. Mason.

The rest of class went by like a snail, anxiety pricking at every inch of my skin, continuing throughout every class. Finally, it was lunch.

The usual hunger that plagued my stomach seemed to be settled. I got in line and grabbed a pizza based on pure instinct.

As I sat down with everyone, Zelda asked me, "Why are you wearing glasses, it's raining outside."

"I just am," I grant out, not wanting to freak them out. Zelda rolls their eyes, making Cain punch them in the arm.

"Don't be rude," Cain whispers. She turns towards me and flashes her one-of-a-kind pearly whites, distinct laugh lines becoming more prominent.

I let out the tiniest smile, glad to be rid of the anxiety even if returns as quickly as it left.

I go to take a bite of my pizza, but as the food goes down my throat I feel a gurgle, making it come right up. I turn to the trashcan that happened to be behind me, spitting the food into the garbage can.

All my friends stand up, making their way towards me in a rushed pace. Cain rubs my back until I finish, getting an impressive amount out considering I haven't eaten since lunch yesterday.

"Hey, maybe you should go to the nurse," Waylon says, as quiet as usual.

I brush him off, simultaneously wiping my mouth off. "I'm good, I promise."

I walk to the bathroom, pushing my friends back so I'm not followed. I walk in, noticing a small girl in there, a ruffle going through my heart as I notice her.

I see her ruffled hair from here, making her look like some 90's pop-rock star. She looks over towards me, making an O-shaped face, relaxing it as quickly as it seems she can. She quickly pulls up a smile, before turning away from me.

I brush the odd interaction off, but as I wash my face I notice small things about her as she washes her hands. The soft look of her hands, paired with the odd callouses on her fingers, striking out against her pale skin.

I notice her style, the clashing colors, and patterns that complement each other so well in the oddest ways possible. And the single rip in her pants, possibly a fashion choice or a pure accident.

But most importantly, I notice her eyes glancing towards mine consistently, back and forth, back and forth. Her oddly yellow eyes, like cats, catching my face every once in a while, staring so intently it's like she needs to see what's behind these glasses. But no one can see those, no one.

She would just be weirded out.

I begin to walk out of the bathroom but barely got a step before she grabbed my arm with inhuman strength, pulling me back in the slightest tug.

"Hey, I've been meaning to ask you, and I know we don't know each other, but you seem really cool, so would you maybe like to hang out with me?" she puzzles, in the most awkward, weird, and adorable way possible.

Confused with thoughts of endearment I very rarely feel, I nod my head not even sure what I'm doing.

She giggles. Taking out her phone and handing it to me. I type in my number, not comprehending what's happening like an alien is controlling me.

I heard her yell out, "I'll call you!" as she walks out of the bathroom leaving me stunned and alone.

Word Count 1264

So yeah, I said I would post weekly or bi-weekly, and then I got bored so I'm posting now. Thanks for reading!

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