My other half

Tony

Tony's POV (aka hot guy from the locker room)

I could feel it. My pendant heating my chest as I neared the high school. I burst through the unlocked doors leading to the lower floor and trudged through the poorly lit hallway, determined on finding her. An old man in an oversized tweed suit clobbered down the hallway in thick soled dress shoes. He glanced up from his clipboard with a huff just I ducked into the nearest open door.

"Close. I guess it wouldn't exactly look good having a suspicious looking 19 year old slinking through the halls" I sighed.

Not 3 seconds after my moment of relief the bell rang and I heard a stampede of squeaky gym shoes approaching. Dear lord please let this by the guys locker room during an all girl gym class.

In a moment of panic I rushed to the showers and wet my hair. Then I threw a towel around my waist and picked a random gym locker to rummage through, pretending to be a student. As soon as I opened the locker I knew something was wrong. It smelled strongly of vanilla and some other smell I couldn't place, it smelled organic, like sweat, but not B.O. Whatever it was, it was intoxicating. I grabbed the first piece of clothing my fingers touched, black leggings. As I searched deeper for whatever held the secret to this mind melting scent I heard the soft pat of sneakers on the concrete next to me. I turned my head toward the noise and nearly dropped the scrap of clothing in my hands, along with all logical reasoning.

Standing there was a girl, nearly 5'5, I'd guess, with long wavy brown hair, pulled into a messy bun. She stood with her arms crossed over her figure. She was curvy, with toned muscles lying beneath her dark blue skinny jeans and flowy white top, nothing like the matchstick girls that used to chase me, and held herself with an air of confidence. She looked tired, and a bit mesmerized, I might add. Her hands dropped to her sides and my eyes followed her nails, coated in chipped, pale pink polish. I followed her arms back up her torso and to her face, layered with faded freckles, and currently fixed with a look of disbelief. That's when I remembered I happened to be wearing nothing but a towel.

"Like what you see?" I questioned, knowing that the hours I clocked at the gym had definitely paid off.

"And if I do?" She wondered, clearly attempting to drag her mind through the layers of fog that seeing me had put in place. She looked shocked at her own response. I chuckled lightly and used the time she was using to sober up a bit to back her against the wall. I ducked my head and inhaled her scent near the base of her neck.

"We could arrange for you to see more" I breathed. My pendant was nearly burning against my chest. She let out a breath of a moan and then, apparently, changed her mind and pushed me away. After taking a second to collect her thoughts she stood tall and said

"Actually, I'd rather not have random, half naked strangers rummaging through my clothes like they're at a garage sale so, if you could leave that'd be great." I think was beginning to enjoy arguing with her. She sure knew how to hold her own.

"Nah, I like it here," I said, "I think I'll stay a while." She stared at me, dumbfounded, for a short while and then wound back and slapped me.

"Ow! What the hell was that for?!" I bellowed, losing my temper for just a split second.

"For making me tardy! This is all your fault. I swear I will strangle you if I get a detention."

"Now, babe, is that any way to treat your other half?" I replied, reapplying my arrogant exterior.

"Excuse me?!" She sassed.

I clipped our pendants together, and I could see the spark of realization light in her eyes. Her expression showed that she wasn't exactly overjoyed about it.