OK. This is my first attempt at writing fiction. well really writing at all that does not involve getting graded for. so don't judge to harshly. let me know if you think i should continue attempting. or if you have suggestions(like names, events what happens next) please let me know what you think.
My heart stopped beating for just a moment when their eyes met. It was intro to combat training in my junior year of high school. He was the teachers' assistant. When my heart finally started to beat again it was thrumming in triple time.
The school I was attending this year was in New Orleans, LA. It was established for mixed preternatural species. Last year I was in Los Angeles. The year before that I was with he brother in Ontario, Canada. They were all boarding schools. The parents of the students think that by sending them to a new school every year it will help them find their soul mates.
I had arrived earlier than the other students this school year due to my parents emergency business meeting, a.k.a. they were tired of my complaining about going to New Orleans. They had always allowed me to pick they new school every year this year they forced me to go to where they had picked.
I was finally settled in my apartment style dorm. There were four rooms off of the main living room. The full size kitchen was a rarity in the dorms, but hers had one. There was only a bar attached to the outer side of the counter to eat at. I was the first of my dorm mates to arrive and therefore choose the best room in the dorm, the one with a small deck.
While I waited for the other students to show up I started taking kickboxing lessons to pass the time. If my parents found out about that they would be livid. Their beliefs are very Dark Ageist. A woman's place is beside, and slightly behind, my husband and, defiantly, behind my personal Guardian. A woman especially their daughter should not be learning how to fight I should searching for my husband. The head guardian at the school doesn't mind breaking a few rules when lives are not in danger. I also believes that all women should know how to protect themselves.
My heart stopped beating for just a moment when their eyes met. It was Intro to Combat Training in my junior year of high school. He was the teachers' assistant. He looked my age. He looks like he just graduated yesterday. When my heart finally started to beat again it was thrumming in triple time. What is this feeling I is having? Its like my life is falling apart and being rearranged. Like my heart is expanding and my soul is being completed. It was all too much for me. I swoon. Something I has never done a day in my life. I am not a soft girl that faints at anything but how would he know that we haven't even met, yet. That was all about to change.
'Oh God, what must he think of me now. I fainted. I seriously fainted at just the sight of him. What is happening to me.' I yell at myself in my head.
"I think she is coming to..." The most harmonious voice I have ever heard. It is deep and velvety with a touch of an Australian accent. "Give us some space." He says before I feel myself being left from the ground is the strongest arms I have ever felt. I feel my body of its own accord lean into his chest.
'What am I doing I have never met this man in my life and I am leaning in his chest like a hussy? Stop just stop.'
After arguing with myself for what feels like hours I imperceptibly, I thought, shifted away from him. I feel his arms tighten a fraction and know that he knows I am faking it now. It seems that he doesn't want me to put any space between us. Almost as though he felt...
'You are being ridiculous. He is a man. Full-grown. Well mostly. But still your still in high school and he is the teachers assistant. Oh God I am mind rambling again. I haven't done that in years. Not since the car accident that almost killed me. STOP. I will not think of that. That is over. Done. It is to be left there and not to be touched.'
I felt him set on... what couch? A chair? If I wasn't so scared and embarrassed I might have opened my eyes.
"You can open your eyes we are alone now." It was that voice that was so sweet I wanted to hang on every word he ever said.
Slowly I crack my right eye open and see his face again. I gasp and snap my eye shut again. He was breathtakingly handsome with a scar over his right eye. Which only brought out his handsomeness even more.
"Its OK. I wont bite...hard." He says then chuckles. Oh it was so sweet I unintentionally snuggle closer to the deep rumbling of that chuckle before I catch myself. Which only makes him go from chuckling to a full-blown laugh that really shakes his chest and oh my what a chest indeed. Perfectly sculpted as though it was made of marble. It might have well have been cause it was so solid I think it could even stop a sliver bullet.
So I open my eyes at his laughter and glare at him.
'Who does he think he is laughing at me?'
