Sciamachy

Chapter 3

I have a feeling Ms. Dorothea wasn't joking about me, I thought. My stomach churned just thinking about some lady saying that I have three minds, and that only one will win. That scared me. And the way she was so serious with it made it even worse. Oh God I honestly can't to this. At least I got a free cat. A free, weird, naked cat that had a high possibly of being immortal.

I mean it's not everyday that I­- "Ianthe, what do you want?" My mom's brows furrowed with concern. "I-­I mean-­ I want-­ wait, we're here?" "Um yes," Mom laughed uneasily. "What's gotten into you? You've been so deep in thought lately."

The Pizza Hut was empty, empty in the creepiest way possible I mean. No sound coming from the back, and barely a whisper coming from the workers standing eerily. "Okay yeah, I think I'll just have plain cheese this time." "Oh you're so boring." My mother comments playfully. Yep that's me, I thought. My Mom's phone rang.

Not taking mind to it until she couldn't anymore she stood from her chair telling me to stay here while she took her call outside. Ordering our food I sat down, closing my eyes and listening to the low hum of the ceiling fan and tapping my skateboard in lazy beats. The door opened again, with not my mom coming back inside but a boy, maybe a little bit older than me. He seemed in a rush, not really sure where he was going himself.

A bit nervous as well. Like he couldn't contain his feelings of anxiety without uttering a word. But he still strode in some ways of confidence. His bright brown eyes with tints of hazel gave made him look as if in a trance, unable to look up from the floor. He was accompanied in an oversized Adidas sweatshirt, dark hair, and ripped black jeans. He seems cool, I think to myself nonchalant. (Edit: FUCKBOI FUCKBOI FUCKKKKBOIII AF!1!!1!1!1!)

The boy turned his head in recognition that I was there. After that for a while he seemed to look through me, not really paying attention to the features of my face as he did.What the hell is he doing?

I turned the other way not trying to cause any attention. At that I could feel him smiling at me, finally walking toward the chairs that occupied empty. Please don't sit next to me, please don't sit next to me, I pleaded silently.

He sat next to me.

"Shit," I sighed inwardly really not wanting to speak. But there was still something about him; something that made me feel like he was more than just a page out of a book. Or maybe it was just the way he­ "Hi," he started with a grin. "Hello." I nervously replied.

"I wonder if she knows what she's doing?" I jumped. Wondering where the second voice had came from. That was maybe my imagination.

"You skateboard?"

"Yeah, not professionally." I laughed.

He didn't seem amused, he just kept staring at me. I cleared my throat signaling that I was kinda sorta uncomfortable with a werido boy staring at me. "Okayyyy," I said, wanting to make some conversation with him at least. "You go to school around here?" He nodded vigorously, suddenly perking from the subject of school.

"Yeah I go to Myers park."

"That sounds...cool." I had no idea what to say after that. Mind you I've never spoken to some random cute stereotypical white boy before. Mostly because they never seemed to want to speak to me. "So how are the kids there? Are they...nice?"

"There're okay I guess. I don't really speak to most of them."

"Whys that?"

The boy gestured to himself up and down expecting me to see what he was talking about. He seemed like everyone else if I'm gonna be honest with you.

"I'm not exactly seen as sane."

Sane? I thought cautiously. Nope nope nope nope I am not involving myself with some-

"No wait! I'm not like that, I just mean I like to be myself a lot." He chuckled mirthlessly, my behind just wanted to get out of there. "You seem cool," he continued to speak nevertheless.

"What's your name?"

"Ianthe."

"Nice name. My names Orion."

I took a look outside and saw my mom still on the phone, using exasperated hand gestures that showed she was about to pop a vein. Signing I turned back around, looking at the boy who called himself Orion.

Finally with the both of us standing, realizing that our stuff was done he quickly said, "Hey what grade are you starting?"

"Umm 9th. You?"

"11th."

He smiled vacantly, as if remembering something that gave him chills but made him mysteriously entertained.

Taking his things he left the shop before I stopped him and asked, "Hey, aren't you gonna ask for my number?" He shot back grinning from ear to ear.

"There's no need to."

"Why's that?"

"Because I always have a way of finding beautiful people" I stared frozen, I couldn't believe he said that. To a person like me?

I thought incredulously. With a wave he left, leaving me to drown in his words. And at that moment I found out he was more than just a page out of a book;

He was a novel.