Falling For Him

Chapter Two

Chapter Two - Finn

She turned to look at me today. In maths, while we were doing our test. She was silently whispering to Alfie, her rose coloured lips moving soundlessly. Unfortunately, she was caught. When she looked at me, I could feel all those thousands years well inside of me, and I just wanted to grab her in my arms and take off. Safe, and completely happy with the world. But the world could never be safe. The El Mal was still haunting my dreams, their thin, bone like faces still staring me in the face, laughing at my pathetic attempts to get her back. I wouldn't call someone who had waited for their soul mate to show up again for over one thousand years, pathetic, I would call them strong, 'cause no one should endure the pain I've been through. Leo couldn't be bothered to give her memory back to her yet, through. Just looking at her gorgeous, pretty face, I couldn't help but feel saddened that she still couldn't acknowledge me as the person she had been snogging for literally ages. In one way, it was funny, but in another, it kinda wasn't. Confusing, I know, but it's true. I'd be laughing my head off if it wasn't me. Yeah, yeah, I'm a meanie. But  who cares? Oh right. She does.

Kicking open my bedroom door, I dropped my bag to the ground, and slid into the plush, leather chair of my desk. My laptop lay open on my desk, and I started it up, anxious to begin my homework. Mum was downstairs doing chores, my Dad was at work, and my younger sister, Evangeline, was in the sitting room, watching Spongebob. Seriously? I certainly wasn't watching Spongebob when I was 14. But, then again, I was still watching Thomas the Tank Engine, so I can't blame her. Kids programmes are always better then others, I think. Watching the news, or other documentaries, seriously scared me, and it took a lot to scare me, let me tell you. Just thinking about what was going on in the outside world while I was tucked snugly out of the way, scared the living daylights out of my body. But nothing scared me more than losing her. I mentally shook my head, trying to clear my head of the thoughts that entered it. The way her hand felt in my hand, her delicious scent when I first met her. NO, Finn, your doing it again! Typing in my password (of course, it was her!) I hurriedly rushed through my geography, then preceded to do the same with history. But a word caught my eye. El Mal. What the hell? Why were we studying the El Mal, in History of all subjects? No one had even heard of them. Maybe a teacher fell upon the word on the internet. But no. That was a highly unlikely possibilitie. It was very unlike James to let his army be known to the rest of the world. Where their known (to others like me) as El Mal, we're known as Los muertos vivientes. The living Dead. A little more creeper than El Mal, but at least we don't go round drinking peoples blood, like a young kid would from a water fountain.