Sight

Four.

I walked through the horrendous gates that opened up to my cliché high school scenery with my hair flanking behind me, heart pumping and thrusting blood in painful waves, making my veins throb. I stomped into the hallway, the usual high school scene giving me the urge to roll my eyes, but the anxiety felt at the moment prevented me from doing so. Teenagers talk in mindless murmurs and many groggily moving from one hallway to the other. I nudge and squirm my way through the lazy and preppy bodies, trying to get to the next hallway.

At the end of the hallway I see a boy with freckled skin and dark brown hair like mine, but almost black. His hazel eyes staring at me with a confused gaze mixed in with worry, he leaned away from his locker door and I tried my best to keep my head down. I needed to get to Avery, she was in the other hallway, but before I could, "Hey, you alright there love?" the new British transfer called out to me, seeing my distressed expression he must've felt obligated to throw those words at me.

I nod a small nod, "Yes." I whisper and speed my pace up to pass him faster, but no such luck.

He stepped back and held onto the crook between my forearm and elbow, "However beautiful you may be love, you don't look alright." He had the kind of accent that would've normally made me swoon and fall into his arms, but right now, I couldn't get the haunting figure out of my head. I couldn't think.

"Please, let me go. I'm very late, I-" I look up into his eyes and I feel as though I've been punched in the gut. They were so golden, so... pure, yet I could see a wicked glint reflected in his honey comb eyes, often a speck of such an emotion would drive me to turn and ignore, but I couldn't look away. His face was so understanding, so soft and sharp. Faint freckles dotted his nose and his nose and cheeks were tinted a soft red, as though he had just sneezed or it was too cold out. His lips looked flushed, no lips could be so red naturally, and they were full and rounded the Cupid 's bow deep and inviting. When I see his lips curve upward, I snap my eyes back up; he must've realized I
was evaluating his gorgeous face.

"I'm Alexander Xavier." Alexander said his tone deep and his eyes hooded as he looked down at me.

"Are you Charles' hidden cousin?" I said, my tone lightening up.

"Ah, X-Men fan are we?" He asked as his smirk evolved to a grin.

I shrugged, "Sometimes."

"I'll have you know that, Xavier is a very common name back in England." I simply nodded with an amused expression, while he rolled his eyes.

"And does this extraordinary X-Men fan, have a name?" Alexander asked his tone under lying with a hint of a flirtatious aspect.

"Nope." I said with a smile, "I'm just a nameless creature, walking amongst the rest of these cliché, sexually driven souls."

That got him to laugh, "Lovely." With his eyes wandering over my features, giving me the quick yet steady brief.

"Can I call you Alex?" I asked, with a hint of amusement.

"Isn't Alexander all the more, English?" He said with a mischievous sparkle in his eye.

"Well then, I'll see you later, Alexander." I replied, taking a step forward and pulling
my bag higher, atop my shoulder.

"Looking forward to later then." He said as he moved back towards his locker, following my body even as I walked away.

I couldn't help but smile, as I walked to the next wall way and when I rounded the corner; I see a head of bright red hair.

"Ava!" I jog towards her and Avery snapped her head in my direction, looking utterly startled.

"Whoa, there." She said as she took her binder into her arms, clutching onto it as she shut her locker door.