Chapter 2- Secret Symbols

542 8 2
                                    

Ian Somerhalder. The same person that saved me yesterday from the almost car accident, was the new student joining county high. He walked past the stares and whispers like he couldn’t hear them even though nearly every pair of eyes were on him in the hallway, I clutched hold of my books close to my chest as if it would protect me. I turned my concentration to the conversation around me but my eyes kept sliding over to his body. He walked closer to me so I immediately looked away to seem as if I was in deep conversation. He flashed a smile at me whilst passing by it wasn't the same one he gave me the other day, this one was a ‘I know you your that suicidal girl’ smile.

I returned an awkward smile to be polite, well aware that my friend's eyes were fixated on us reading the questions running through their mind.

But all I could think about was if he remembered me from yesterday and what made him different to every other human if I couldn’t read him. Perhaps he wasn’t human after all?

Even with the dull uniform we had to wear he still managed to make it look perfectly right in it, with his sleeves rolled up and blazer hanging over his shoulder.

He had a quality that set him apart from Brandon's group, which appeared at that moment I 'accidentally' dropped my books so I could hide behind the crowds even though it was no use since he already spotted me. I smiled nervously at him whilst he wrapped his arm round my waist. The bell rang for third period I had history luckily and sat at the back where I could have more freedom and just do whatever since sir forgets I'm there. I kissed Brandon on the cheek and rushed to class preparing myself for another dreamy lesson.

Ian walked in ten minutes after I did, sir directed him to sit next to me since it was the only seat available his expression remained the same maybe a little relieved I hope. He flung his blazer over the chair.

“Hi.” He casually whispered.

“Hey.” I mouthed, sweeping my scattered books over to my side of the table.

We had a lot in common but I could sense he was keeping something buried; it turned out he was in the same media class as me too.

For the first time in a while I felt in place and forgot about my special abilities or curse some would same.

“I’ll show you around if you want?”

He smiled, “No thanks not planning on staying for long, never do.” If my hearing wasn’t that sensitive I wouldn’t of heard the last bit. Ian never stayed in school? Does his parents travel a lot?

He almost changed the subject instinctively not letting me butt in or ask him any questions. There was something very off about this boy yet so intriguing. He didn’t take his eyes off my necklace if I didn’t know better I’d think he was looking further down. ”It’s a family necklace from my father he said it would protect me and provide luck; it was passed down from my grandmother.”

He nodded masking his expression completely. Damn he would win at poker.

After class I went to meet Sienna in the canteen and Leila had sent me a text saying she had saved us our usual table.

“So the new boy huh?” Sienna nudged.

I starred at her, raising my eyebrow; “No we just met before on the streets yesterday he’s…nice.” I couldn’t think of any other words so settled for the worst.

I grabbed some chips, salad and coke from the counter moving along the queue. “Anyways I’ve got Brandon.” I mumbled, paying and walked towards Leila.

“If you say so.” She sung annoyingly behind me.

The canteen was buzzing with conversations and gossip and obviously like any high school it was separated within each table. All the geniuses would all sit in the corner; the rich snob’s around the inner circle and in the centre was the ‘populars’. Dominated by the Queen of Bitchiness, Sarah Huntsberger and her ‘minions’. She gave me a look when I past her table making a face of distaste when I just rolled my eyes and ignored her. She hates me because I quote: ‘Stole Brandon off her when they were madly in love using my voodoo magic.’ When she just can’t accept the truth that Brandon just couldn’t stand any of her unbearable flaws like cheating and non-stop bitching.      

BreakEvenWhere stories live. Discover now