Déjà Vu {A Luke Castellan Story} [Three]

•One•

The air was cold and crisp, my breath cutting through the atmosphere like a knife through a stick of butter. The sound of crowds drowned out by the blaring of both earbuds, practically dragging me away from the cursing and honking raising from the busy street. Human instincts start to kick in as my thoughts wonder, my body swiftly evading all obstacles placed in front of me. Every other morning seems the same: waking to the same school, seeing the same people, trying to grasp the same concepts. The only thing changing seemed to be the weather, and I could barely tell the difference some days.

It might have been me, but today seemed different. The sudden feeling of someone constantly watching me, could it just be paranoia? Possibly, but some force out there is telling me it's certainly real. As human instincts were still in charge, my feet picked up the pace.

'Don't go to class.' I looked to the right, no one clearly trying to talk to me. Was it just a voice in my head? I shake off the feeling and look ahead, the entrance to school was right in front of me. Why did it feel so wrong? I shake my head and turn away, I don't belong here. I'm not quite sure what made me finally decide that, but I came to that conclusion somehow. Today seems to be different; the weird feelings, the intuitions, the voices. It all was connected, I just knew it; the only thing I questioned was why?

I pushed through the crowded sidewalks of New York. Where am I going you may ask? I have no idea myself. I found the subway entrance and decided to enter, it seemed smart at the time. 'Yes (Y/N). No one is going to follow you onto that subway train where they can corner you and possibly attack you.' I shook my head in disagreement with my own sarcasm. If I don't acknowledge it, it won't stop me. Passing through the subway, I finally found myself on a train.

To tell exactly where I was going is pretty much impossible at this point.

There was a figure that seemed to be a bit taller than me. He, at least, had a good inch or two compared to me. He stood out, everyone I saw on the train was brunette while he stood there with his sandy blonde hair. He seemed a bit tanned, not too much but just the right level of perfectly caramelized skin. I've seen so many blondes before so why would he just strike my interest for no apparent reason? I sighed and studied him a bit longer, finally noticing a long thin mark on his face. A scar perhaps? I wonder what could've caused a scar like that... Well, you won't be wondering for long.

My conscious wasn't wrong, the guy I was creepily staring at seemed to be making his way towards me. Had he noticed me staring? He couldn't have, he was looking down the whole time. I sighed and looked around, there wasn't anywhere I could possibly go now. He stopped in front of me and continued to look down at the ground. I guess he was just looking for a better place to stand. Now that he was closer, I could clearly see his face. He had cloudy blue eyes that appeared to have specks of gold. His eye slightly moved to the side, glancing over to me. I took my backpack I still was carrying and brought it over on my lap, pretending to look through it. Oh yes, because that always works. I groaned in annoyance, my own thoughts were doubting me. Just then, I dropped one of my books. I sighed, it's not like I could read it but I still needed it for classes.

"Um... Excuse me?" A male voice spoke up, I look up to see the blonde male holding my text book and handing it to me. "I think you dropped this." Of course I dropped it you idiot. I smile a bit, he's just trying to be nice. "Oh. Thank you." He nodded as I took it from him but wouldn't go back to what he was doing. He just stood there examining my face, "Do I know you from somewhere?" I look at him questionably, "I don't think so. But I've never been good at remembering things. I'm (Y/N). (Y/N) (Last Name)." I held a hand out for him to shake. He took it and smiled to me, "Luke Castellan." I scooted over to the once taken seat of my backpack as he sits next to me. We spent a while on the train just talking, we both had no where to be. "So, do you have family here?" He shook his head, "I've been on my own here." I stare wide eyed at him. He can't be too much older than me, how can he possibly just be out here alone? He must've read my expression because he went into detail. "I don't really remember where I came from exactly. I barely remember anything from a few years ago. I woke in a hospital bed and couldn't remember what exactly happened. My dad supposedly signed release papers and I was free to go."