CHAPTER III

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Blayze & Wynter

I wake up the next morning and do my normal school routine and say my goodbyes to my mum and leave for school, I eventually reach school and go to my first class English, I sit down and get my equipment out ready to learn, just as the teacher is about to start talking a new student walks in, something feels off about him, something I can't quite pinpoint, but then I notice it was the boy I talked to the other day, I can't believe he is joining my fuckin school and class, he walks over and sits next to me and looks straight ahead, I couldn't help but stare......annoyed he is here, I get brought back to reality when he says " something up love?" I replied by saying "first of all don't call me love and second of all I don't need babysitting, we clear on that?" he replied by saying "it's not up to you love" I replied by saying "I said don't call me love" in a harsher tone. He replies by saying "well then what's your name?" "it's Dante" I say "well ok Dante, you have a clear idea of why I am here then, I don't give a fuck if you see it as babysitting, I'm doing this for your own protection, it would be nice if you show a little appreciation. "Sorry, grumpy pants" replied I. He scoffs and shakes his head and goes back to staring in front of him.

As soon as the bell rings I immediately get up and leave, making my way to the cafeteria to get my food and go to my sitting spot. I eventually reach my spot and sit down not realizing he followed me, what do you want? I asked, he said nothing and walked towards me and sat down next to me. Why are you following me? I asked. As I said before, to keep you safe. But why? there's nothing here to harm me I say, well you see that's the problem, you may not think anything will harm you here, but my people blend in well and if they have to blend in here to get to you, they will. What do you mean "your people?" I ask, exactly what I said my people replied he, but why do they want to harm me? I ask, that's a good question, I'm still trying to figure that out myself he said while having a far off look in his eyes as his brows curled up in concern. I see I say, well when you have any idea, please make sure I know I say. Ok he said hesitantly.

I must go I say, where? He says, what? are you my guardian angel now? I said chuckling, aren't I allowed to be in places that you aren't? I say, it's not that you can't be in places that I are not in, it's just I have to keep you safe, and if by means me following you then so be it, he says ok I say if you must know, I am going home, I still don't understand why you have to protected me, well you don't know how dangerous my people can be, and I will hate you to see how dangerous they are, it's not something you want to see, and if I can prevent you seeing how dangerous they can be I will, I will do anything.

Why do you speak like that? I ask, what do you mean? He asks, you speak like from experience, like you witnessed something you wish you can unsee, and it's hurting you and you will do anything from feeling the pain you feel I say, you're an observant one you are, I don't like that, I guess its just comes naturally I say in a light hearted tone to try and lighten the mood while failing, do you want to talk about it? I ask, I would prefer it if you don't know my past, all that you need to know is that I am here to keep you safe, it would be much appreciated if you do your end of the bargain he replies.

Right, I will try to, I can't promise anything though I say, God your difficult he says and gets up, I'm sorry I say barely whispering, and start walking home, he stops me and his hand brushes against my own, I look at my hand and then look at him and step back, I'm sorry his says I didn't mean for that to happen, its ok I say it happens, I.....you... you shouldn't be sorry you've done nothing wrong, it's just I'm really stressed out he says, understandable I say, its normal, if you ever need to vent I am here I say and walk off.

WAIT he says, I stop in my tracks and turn around, by the way my name is Blayze he says, I absent mindly say his name liking the sound of it more than I should and say nice I like the name it suits you well and smile and start walking again. Blayze couldn't help but feel a tingly sensation and smile and starts walking the same direction as Dante.

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