The bell had rang, and students have already left the building, but Parker was still in the classroom with Helen. I sat up against the masonry outside of the classroom. I sat silently, trying to pick the rest of my nail polish off, watching it flake onto the floor. Exhausted by today's events, I let my eyelids close as I leaned my head back.
CRASH!
I whipped my head up to see a handsome guy my age, bending over a broken ceramic platter that I assumed was his. I scrambled to my feet, and walked over to him. "Oh, dear," I murmured, kneeling down to help him pick up the scattered shards. His eyes were a magnificent violet and his hair a perfect shade of copper. I shifted uncomfortably under his purple gaze as he stared at me.
"Thank you," he said, a smile of gratitude wide on his face as I handed him the pieces.
Casting a shy glance to the floor, I replied with, "You're welcome. That looked like you spent a lot of time on that. It was beautiful."
His smirk grew wider as he tossed the shards into the trashcan next to Helen's classroom.
Surprise took over me as his strong hands had me pinned to the wall by the shoulders in the matter of only a few seconds. His lips were close to my neck, and I froze as he inhaled deeply. "Wh-what are you doing?" I stuttered, trying to shove him off. He wouldn't budge, almost like he was a solid brick statue.
"Your soul... it smells... delicious," he purred huskily. I clenched my jaw as his breath trailed shudders throughout my body.
The pressure on my shoulders was released as the guy was flung off of me. I stared wide eyed at the scene in front of me. Parker rushed to my side as the guy was slumped against the opposite wall, head lolled to the side. He grabbed my wrist and ushered me down the hall and into a maintenance room. I was about to scream in protest until he covered my mouth with a firm hand.
"Shhh," he hushed. "I have to get you out of here."
"What just... happened?!" I mumbled under the weight of his hand.
"Shut up!" He growled. His eyes glowed something fierce, and I was afraid there was something to him that I didn't want to know.
We heard a clash from outside the room. He dragged me further to the heart of the building, through a series of rooms, all the while keeping his hand over my mouth. I struggled against him just to get held tighter.
I found ourselves running to double doors, awaiting our exit. But out of nowhere, the guy dropped down in front of us. He crouched down with a hand splayed on the floor, a seething smile across his face. "You got a special one right there," he cackled.
Parker let go of me, shoving me around him until he was my shield. "Yes, and one you can't have, Mason."
Mason tilted his head to a disturbing angle, and I wondered if it was even possible. I truly wanted to scream and ask if this was all only a dream, but I had no doubt that it was real when Parker flew himself at Mason.
I cowered back, watching the two brawl with scared eyes. Mason was flung backwards into a glass showcase. He laughed, then removed one of the shards from his shin before flinging it at Parker's face. He missed and it skimmed his shoulder with impressive speed.
Blood spewed onto the white walls, and I decided to take this time while they're distracted to scramble away. I urged my feet forward, sprinting through the halls. I slipped around corners and struggled through doors.
I tried jiggling the handle to another double door, panic surging swiftly though me. I gave a sigh of relief as the door let me out, only to scream when someone thudded in front of me.
Only I couldn't see who it was due to my hands held out in front of me for defense. When nothing happened, I braced myself before peeking through my fingers. It was Parker, and he was staring at me with a concerned expression, as he bled from cuts and wounds all over his body. "Are you okay?" he murmured.
I backed away, fear swelling in my throat. He reached out and I took yet another step backwards.
Knowing that his attempts to make everything better will all fail, he ran a bloody hand through his hair. "I can explain..." he trailed off, looking hopeless.
"Oh, can you?" I snapped. "Are we even safe right now?"
He gave a slight nod, and I let my shoulders relax a little.
"What are you," I whispered, hugging my jacket tighter around me.
He glanced up to meet my gaze, rising an eyebrow. "Huh?"
"What are you?" I repeated louder. "And don't tell me that you are just any other person, normal. You are something else, and I don't mean that in a good way."
He huffed, then said, "Can I take you someplace even safer than here so that we can talk about it?"
I could tell on his face that he wanted me to trust him, but I didn't know if I could. I have no clue what is going on with life right now, but as far as I can tell, life has nothing to do with this. I pondered the thought as I let him lead me to his car...
