Dragon Academy

Me And My Blade

Crap, how could this have to happen RIGHT NOW?
Zandra and I sat in the bland office, waiting for our punishment for skipping class.
"Well, I hope you two had fun. You won't be doing it again after you go through this punishment!" The Principle yelled at us.
Then he said no more as Zandra's father, the Headmaster walked in.
"Actually, Mr. Jones, we are letting them leave. But they are suspended from class for three days. I'm sure they will enjoy having to catch up to their peers after those three days. Especially you, Mr. Stone, considering you're in Guardian training."
"But Headmaster, they were skipping class." Mr. Jones said.
"From what I hear, neither of them has been treated very well and they don't get in trouble often. Their judgment was clouded, their minds begging them for a simple break. You two may go to your dorms now."
As soon as I had the chance, I tore out of that office and across campus. Thank goodness I run fast from the training.
I opened my door and slammed it shut, locking it as soon as I was inside. I threw myself onto my bed and got on my Facebook profile. I already have a message from her.
I need to talk to you, meet me.
And if we get caught?
Daddy said we were suspended from class, he never said we couldn't leave our dorm rooms and hang out. Start looking for the loopholes, they're always somewhere.
Zandra... I'm just gonna stay in my room for the rest of the school day...
No no no, don't do that! Who am I going to talk to?
One of your friends, just because I don't have any doesn't mean that you don't.
You're one of my friends, the one I want to see right now.
Well, you're friends will be looking for you as soon as lunch starts. And they don't like me very much. Go have fun.
She saw my message and didn't respond. I closed my laptop and layer it on my bedside table. Lunch is two hours away. That means two hours that I'm making her spend alone and bored. I can't do that to her.
I reached for my laptop, but someone knocked on my door before I had my hands on it. I stood and opened the door.
And there stood Zandra, hands on her hips.
"Let me in." She said dryly.
"Males and females aren't supposed to be in each others rooms." I said.
She walked in past me anyway. Flopping down on my bed, she rolled over to the left side of it. There she rested on her front, propping her head up on her hands.
I shut the door and ease onto the right side of the bed, laying on my back. We lay only a few inches apart.
"Why did you show up here?" I asked softly.
"Because you wouldn't meet me."
We lay in silence.
"You almost kissed me." She said.
"But I didn't quite make it, did I?" I said, frustrated.
"Is that why you said you wouldn't meet me? Are you embarrassed by what happened?" She asked.
"Yes." I said quietly.
"Are you embarrassed because you tried to kiss me or because you missed?"
"A little of both." I just barely said.
"Explain."
She wants her pint of blood after I ruined my pride in front of her like that?
"You're out of my league. And I slipped and broke my own pride in front of you in that building by the wall." I murmured and rolled over.
There, that's the last drop of blood from my pride. Its your, Zandra.
I lay there on my side facing away from her, neither of us speaking.
After about ten minutes of silence she spoke.
"You didn't break your pride. I thought it was cute. No guy has ever been so nervous to kiss me that they slip on their own feet."
I lay there silently.
"Roll back over." She said gently.
I stayed where I was. Silent, until she pleaded and I broke under her spell again.
"Please?"
I rolled back over onto my back, staring at the plain white ceiling.
"I kinda liked it. I've never made a guy feel as nervous as he made me feel." She said, giggling.
"I make you nervous?" I asked.
My shock made me turn my head to look at her and before I turned away again, she didn't let me. She rolled onto her side facing me and put her hand on the left side of my face and pulled it back with the right side against the duvet on top of the pillows.
She ran her finger across the claw mark scars going down the left side of my face. Then my lips, where her fingers lingered. My glance landed on her lips for a moment and then back up to her eyes. She met my eyes and nodded.
"Not a bad kind of nervous, more like I really like you." She said.
Her fingers trail the scar that goes onto my bottom lip and most of the way across it. The scar rips down an inch from the left corner of my mouth and down an inch and a half. She looks back up from my lip to meet my eyes again.
"I like you too." I barely managed to whisper to her.
She smiles and blushes at me. Then she wiggled up close to me.
My breath caught in my throat as my mouth went dry. Is she going to kiss me? Oh I know I can't be a good kisser, I've never done it.
And she leaned forward, her lips soft against mine. I froze up, not knowing what to do. And she ended the kiss and pulled back, looking like as if I had rejected her somehow.
"I thought you liked me? Or did you just mean as friends?" She asked sounding hurt.
I couldn't speak, I could barely breathe. I couldn't even move my lips. But please tell me that my eyes are giving me away, just this once! Please I do like you! I LOVE YOU!
Understanding seemed to flash in her eyes. I just hope it was the right message.
"Winter, was that your first kiss? Close your eyes and keep them closed if I'm right." She said.
I closed my eyes and kept them shut.
"I had no idea! You're an amazing guy, I figured you've had to have had been kissed before!" She said, touching my scars again.
I still had my eyes closed, just breathing. Until I felt her touch her fingers to my lips again and my breath caught. I opened my eyes and looked at her.
"If you think you can handle another one close your eyes again."
I closed my eyes.
Her lips pressed against mine again and my breathing stopped. Her lips moved against mine, trying to get them to respond again. The only response was me rolling over onto my side, cupping the right side of her face in my left hand, kissing her deeply. I opened my mouth slightly, needing to breath but still against her lips. Her teeth touched my lip, and the lack of air-- well I fainted.

I opened my eyes, laying on my back again. The room was silent. Did she leave? Oh crap I scared her off!
I looked to my right. She did leave.
I sat up, remembering passing out mid-kiss and near make -out.
Ugh I'll never live today down, especially if she tells her friends at lunch. LUNCH!
I look at the time. Lunch just started.
I got up and left my room, locking the door after myself.
I headed toward the cafeteria. Someone stopped me. Almost there.
Samuel. And then I remembered that my entire scared left side of my face was visible. I covered it with hair, but he already saw.
"Dang so your face is even more messed up then anyone knew!"
Zandra knew.
I walked into the cafeteria. He followed me, and started a scene just as everyone was noticing my entrance.
"What's wrong Scarface? Scared? Aw that your little girlfriend will hate to have her friends see your scars?" Samuel mocked me.
"Shut up Sam." I warned.
"Oh you want me to shut up? Oh is that because you can guess what I'm gonna say next?"
"Leave me alone Sam!" I growled.
"Well tell your girlfriend to shut too, or watch who's walking by! Cause when I passed her table, she was telling her friends how YOU FAINTED WHEN SHE KISSED YOU!" He yelled for everyone to hear.
The cafeteria burst into laughter and people yelling "OHHHHHHH" and "BURN". Followed by people yelling how pathetic I am.
I met Zandra's gaze, without seeing her expression, in the split second before I left.
Back in my room, door locked, I lay on my bed. She had been messaging me, but I didn't care. I don't want to talk right now.
My pride broken even further than I thought possible, I cried. No manly pride here anymore to pull me out of the abyss. Nope. Even Zandra let Sam hear such an embarrassing thing I did. Zandra. The only friend I have at all. Zandra.
As the depression took me and I could see nothing other than the mocking and taunting and images of how I got my scarred face and body, I got my knife. The scars on my wrist were added to them, seven more. Deeper than I meant to, but the pain was my focus point. Don't think about Zandra or Samuel or what your mother did to you. Focus on the pain. You don't even care if you wake up tomorrow, so just focus on the blood and the pain.
I started to fall asleep and a knock at my door sounded.
"Winter! Please don't be angry, please don't ignore me! Please let me in! Please!" Zandra cried, and it was like I could hear the tears running down her face.
I lay silent, my thoughts drift back to the cuts, only now noticing just how deep they were and how much blood was flowing out. These are cuts deep enough to kill me.
"WINTER PLEASE! IM SORRY PLEASE! I LOVE YOU!" Zandra cried to me through the door.
"I love you too." I barely spoke just loud enough for her to hear me, though my voice didn't sound like mine.
"What's wrong? Winter? Please let me in! Something's wrong! Are you hurt?! Let me in already!"
Blood was flowing onto my bed, already a wide spread puddle.
Oh crap! No I'm dying!
"LET ME IN!" She called.
"I... Can't..."
I can only hope she heard me.