The untouchable girl

Life of cold

"Sweetie you're going to be late"
My father yelled up at me from our kitchen.
"I'm coming dad!"
I rolled out of bed, and quickly took a shower. Washing the nightmares off my skin. When I got out I wrapped a towel around myself and walked to my gigantic walk in closet, it's been sixteen years and I still am amazed by how big my room was. I selected a pair of high waisted jeans and a lacy maroon top with a pair of black converse. I ran out of my room and grabbed a piece of toast
"Freya, sit down."
My mother said sternly to me.
"Mom I'm late I have to go"
I laughed and then ran out of the white mansion I lived in. My black convertible sat in the six car garage waiting for me. I turned the key in the ignition and it purred like a cat.  As I drove down our winding driveway I honked the horn at my parents and then flew to school.

"So Freya how was the date with linden?"
My bubbly best friend teased me. Her eyes were hazel and she had curly brown hair, her smile was always mischievous. She elbowed me, trying to get every gossipy detail out of me.
"Izzy, I told you it wasn't a date. It was just a hanging out."
I started blushing and she poked me.
"Oh my god you so like him!"
Izzy started squealing and as soon as linden walked into the room, she ran towards him.
"Hey Iz, what's up?"
"Linden do not casually say 'what's up' I want to know everything about you and Freya's date. She won't tell me ANYTHING."
She pouted and he laughed at her. Linden and Izzy sat down and he started talking to her. It wasn't even a date, I knew linden likes me but I liked his company as a friend. Sure he was attractive with his beach blonde waves and baby blues but, I don't date, I don't do crushes, and I certainly don't do touchy feely crap. It's not that I don't want to, it's that I seriously can't touch people. When I touch them I can feel their emotions and know exactly what they're thinking. And that's not fun, I can guarantee you. There was an accident my freshman year of high school and ever since then I can't even bare the slightest touch.
"Okay class, I have an announcement to make."
Said our fat and balding physics teacher, Mr. Seymour,
"We have a new student named Finn."
He gestures towards the door and I will tell you that the person who walked in our dreary little classroom was not who I expected. The boy or should I say man, who walked in was a damn Greek god. His hair was shaggy and his eyes a piercing green. His jawline could literally give you a paper cut. My jaw was on the ground as well as every other girl and gay guy in the class. The boy looked right at me. His eyes seemed as though they knew everything about me. Who the fuck was this kid, and what is he doing at Westminster high while he could have a job collecting girls underwear?
"I hope you all welcome Mr. Boston with your full hearts"
Our teacher encouraged us.
"I'll welcome him all right. But I can't promise I'll use my heart."
A girl called from the back of the class. She leaned forward and tried to be seductive by licking her pencil. Everyone groaned and someone threw their book at her head.
"That's enough Abbey. Finley why don't you take a seat next to Freya?"
Oh god.