Hey guys!!!! So I thought I'd let you know that for now on that I'll be starting every new chapter with the sentence I left off on(if it's needed of course).
CHAPTER 5:
"Ew. Who are you." What the hell? I turn to the girl who said Mr. Hels was cute, only to see her messing with her pencil.
"Yes, you." She suddenly says as she slowly turns her attention towards me. She looks at my mouth, then my eyes and scoffs. "Geez, attention seeker much? Both your piercings and contacts are ridiculous." She is pissing me the hell off! If she doesn't shut the hell up, I swear I'll grab her an- wait. This isn't middle school. You don't want to repeat middle school experiences. Ok, just calm down. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and slowly relaxed, feeling my slightly pink face fade back to normal. I look back at the girl, smirk, and then turn to leave.
"I wasn't finished-" she begins. something catches my wrist and spins me back around "-talking to you" she half yells. Does she honestly think she intimidates me? "Then can you tell me when you are, because I'm sorta late for class." I calmly tell her, looking at the clock on the wall in the process. hmmm. I guess I could skip, I mean class is already almost half way done. I look back at her only to see her face red and looking pissed off. "you should really watch your self." she angrily whispers. "hey let her go." I look to my left to see Mr. Hels emerge from, I'm guessing a stock closet with four somewhat thin boxes.
The girl roughly throws my wrist back, causeing my knuckles to hit the wooden desk behind me with a loud 'pop' noise. I keep my calm smile on, but damn that hurt!!!! "alright, let's go." Mr. Hels says as he's walking out the room, some guy student holding the door open. Well. So much for helping out.
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"I said I was fine" I some what whisper to Mr.Hels
"Well it sure didn't sound like it was fine." He calmly stated. Geez. I wonder what it takes to get this man more emotion. Something other than just calm.
After dropping off the boxes to where they needed to be, Mr.Hels decided to take me to the nurses office, with out letting me know. He just started walking. It wasn't until we left 'a' building that I decided to ask where he was going. Then we walked into a one story building that had red letters on top (which I didn't bother to read) and approached a door that said 'nurses office'. Which leads us to now.
"I swear I'm fine." That came out more like a question dummy.
"if it's so fine then you shouldn't mind letting the nurse check it." he stated. He doesn't understand that I don't want to take my glove off.
"excuse me...."
We both turn towards the office doorway which had a pretty woman in it. She looked around mid 30s and nice long wavy hair, light brown eyes behind her wired glasses, and an hour glass figure.
"How can I help you?" she says all business like.
"She hurt her hand." He answers before I can.
" I'm sorry for his troubling, but I'm fine." I say monotone and turn to leave. I feel a hand rest on my should and without thinking, roughly grab their wrist but only got that far befor pulling my aching hand away.
"Nurse."
"If you would please step in my office?" She somewhat asks.
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"she was very serious..." I finally say, trying to break the awkward silence. We just left the nurse and were walking back to 'A' building. She offered to call home so my mom can come and pick me up, but I said no. when she removed my right glove from my injured hand she quietly gasped.
~flash back~
I pull my hand behind my back and look down to my right. "No no, its............ beautiful." she says with a little awe. "can I see it?" she asked. I slowly pull my hand out and rest it in hers, watching her eyes as they scan my hand. My mark was a peacock feather which -like everyone else's- started at the edge of my hand, under my pinkie and stretched out to exactly under my middle knuckle -the length and width between everyone mark varys though- but it was of course different. Every bodys marks have only black unless they go to a tattoo parlor and have color put in -which doesn't effect the whole soulmate stuff- but mine had color naturally. It had gold, torques, blue, purple, the natural black, so on and so forth.
"did you get it done?" she asked, still examining it. I side smirk and look at her. "no." I lazily say with some amusement laced in. "can I see the other hand?" I hesitated for a few seconds then slowly I move my hand and put my right one in its place, giving her the "okay" to remove my glove.I watch her face once again for an expression, or more like expressions.
At first it was wide eyed shock, next blank, then confusion. My other mark looked misty, majority of it was black,gray(s) with peacock related colors blended and faded into it, and dead smack in the middle of the edge of my hand, below my pinkie, are the letters "p" "e" .
"It's..." she begins. "different, I know." I finish for her. "ya, but just as beautiful as the other one.... Your eyes. Are they-" "Yup. they're just as real. I usually wear brown contacts, but I ran out so I came all natural." I cheerfully say. " I'm sorry, that sounded rude didn't it?" I look at her with guilt. " no no you're fine. I mean I bet you get questioned a lot huh?" she says as she goes to the freezer and pulls out a baggie with ice in it. "here. put this on your knuckle, its most likely bruised." she says.
Crap. My hand won't feel better for about two days! "thanks" I say, taking the bag from her. " now you can either go home or go to class. which one?" Hmmmmmm "I'll stay. bye."
~flash back over~
"How about I stay with you for the rest of the remaining 20 minutes of class?" I half jokingly say, trying to break the akward silence. I really don't want to go to class. "fine with me." he replies. what the hell? shouldn't he be encouraging me to go to class? "can I ask you two questions?" I ask "shoot" he looks at me when he says this. "what's your job here? if you mind me asking I mean..." "I substitute and I'm a helper. I skipped two grades when I was in elementary so I graduated high school by 15, exactly on my birthday. I graduated with my teachers degree by 18, but I wanted to sub and help out around a school instead. So they hired me here, especially since I am good with computers, I help fix them if I can. I also help run errands for teachers if they need me to. Overall I think its pretty fun, I get paid what other regular teachers get paid." He finishes.
"wait. so you're 18 right now?" he can't be! "yes. ill turn 19 around when it's time for summer."
what the hell! he's so young!
