Amirae

Sunday - 3

AMBROSE
As I stepped out of the building's threshold, the viscous wind immediately began its attack from all sides. Its as if the universe was saying that the mountain of paperwork left on my desk wasn't enough retribution for me.

This is one hell of a punishment.

I could barely see as the wind blew into my eyes but a noisy bunch of kids caught my attention. Two students seemed to be canoodling right next to my car. Gross.

As soon as I saw them, I pressed the unlock button on my key hoping to scare them off. They looked at me for approximately 5 seconds before turning back to their activities.

Alas, I took my precious time walking to my car with the wish that they would leave. Promptly. I averted my eyes just to avoid catching a glimpse of them doing anything. There's something about PDA that makes me extremely uncomfortable, and teachers walking in on two students isn't something that's unheard of here.

Especially here. But what can you expect from Meryton High? No one here really gives a shit!

The wind suddenly died down and I could see a bit more clearly. I saw the boy drop to the ground.

Weird.

But even more weirdly, just a moment later I saw him reach for the female next to him and place his hand on her thigh.

I felt sick to my stomach the moment I noticed the look of disgust on her face. What the fuck was he doing to her? What is going on here? It all happened so suddenly. I almost wish I hadn't noticed, so I wouldn't have to accept the fucked up reality of what was happening in front of me. Yet unintentionally, I felt my pace quicken. And I was walking faster, faster until I was practically jogging. Getting closer to what looked like two familiar figures.

Before I could intervene, I was spotted and the boy dropped his arm in a flash. The unsettled feeling multiplied.

He looked like he had shit his pants yet he somehow managed to hop to his feet and sprint in the opposite direction in about 5 seconds. That lucky asshole. If I would've caught him....

I still managed to catch a glimpse of his face, and he was easily recognizable as Alex Viper.

That little shit had been terrorizing my classroom since August. Constantly interrupting class with snide remarks and quite unsuccessfully hiding his constant hangovers and highs with a crusty pair of Versace sunglasses.

But my biggest concern at the moment was the female student who was left standing there.

Her face was almost expressionless as she remained motionless. It was like she was stuck in the moment. A few of her loose curls flew in the wind, softly brushing against her face and she remained there. Frozen.

Amirae.

Of course I knew who she was. Amirae Reign. A student I had never had a conversation with. One who seemed to only exist in between the lines, and was barely there even as they were right in front of you. If there was one significant thing I knew about her, Amirae was a writer, and an extremely talented one at that. A person whose words weren't contained by a piece of paper. In Meryton, she was an anomaly.  We had a few notoriously gifted students, but she was a secret. She was so put together and secluded that taking a step into her world was like opening up an airtight seal. Tearing it to shreds. And though I had so many questions of my own, the answer would be right in front of me, with time.

I guess this would have to be the first step.

"Amirae" I called out and watched her perplexed gaze move from her wrist to my face.