Weapon Twenty

Chapter IV

We pull into the school parking lot with my gaze fixated on the cluster of students scurrying around the pathways of the buildings. Some holding on tightly to both straps of their bags.

I'm fascinated by the way each unwillingly falls into their own category of people.

From the one's who are rushing, almost sprinting into the doors. To the ones who ignore the signalling bell and slow their pace to almost nonexistent.

"Are you ready?" He inquired, switching the keys to settle the car. I felt his stare behind me, as mine was still gazing through the window.

I spot the last student across the parking lot committed with his leisurely pace. One after another slow step, he finally reaches the door to his classroom.

"Would it upset you if I said, hell no?" I turn my head to see what expression he wore towards my response.

To my satisfaction I heard his heavy laugh and the sound of it relieved a little of my stress.

We both sauntered our way out of the car as he pushed a little rectangular button on the the drivers side of the door; releasing the trunk located in the back of the vehicle.

He walked over to the trunk, my look fixated on him, as I see what he pulls out.

"A small compartment in here issued with a passport, your identification card, and five grand in cash should you need to run while at school." He holds up a velvet burgundy backpack, matching about half of the female's backpacks I've witnessed in this school.

"What will you do, if that day arrives, and I'm here?" I say as he tosses the bag over the car to me.

He pulls out a small black rectangular device from his front pocket. "This is similar to your locator you received in five, but not quite as advanced," He imitates the same action and tosses it over. "If you feel him, run and I'll catch up."

I put the small device into my jacket pocket and we both work our way around the vehicle to meet each other at the hood. I level my gaze to his and we initiate our way to the main office.

"After today you can ride thunderbird to school." He soothes as we walk into the large automatic office doors and come face to face with a middle aged woman behind a marble desk.

Her onix hair cascades slightly in front of her oval glasses, the frame plastered to her face. "Mr. Peters, I assume." She coos looking up. Her eye's transform from bland to curious when she see us arrive at the front of the desk.

"Yes, I brought your new finest student." He retorts as she fixed her leer at me.

"I hope so." Her eyes roam over the top half of my torso, the only half not blocked from view by the unnecessarily large marble desk.

She simpers at my solid black moto jacket while I blow my deep ash brown fringe away from eyes, answering her leer with a smug raise of my right eyebrow.

"This is your schedule and your student I.D, Ms. Peters. We're currently in the middle of second period, take a left out the doors and you should easily find room #101."

"Thank you." He replies for me knowing very well I never had the courage for delivered gratitude, for anyone other than him.

Our steps matching to leave the office, he turns to me and places both his hands firmly on my shoulders once we're outside the doors and out of view, "Keep to yourself and stay low profile as much as you possibly can and don't go number twenty on their asses and kill the first person that irritates you, alright?" He finishes the last part with a light breathy whisper.

"I'll try my hardest but I'm making no promises." Both our smiles matching, I back up as he releases me.

I turn myself left of the office, like the woman directed me to. And him right towards where he parked the car. But I hear him come to a hurried stop, so I do the same a second after.

I turn myself back around rushing to meet back the few steps I took, wrapping my arms around him.

He does the same to meet me the rest of the distance, while he places his arms lightly over the bag on my back.

"I'm not going anywhere," I can feel the low vibrations of his voice with my cheek pressed against his chest. "Also forget what I said, if any of these boy's try anything, break their arm." I can feel the pattern of our quick laughs merge together.

My firm hold on him quickly releases and I mimic the way some of the students held onto the straps of their backpack by their shoulder.

I exhale the deepest breath I could muster and take another two steps back.

I feel the hesitation in my action to turn around and head to my classroom so I force myself to do so. Trying my hardest not to look back.

Once I reach the classroom titled #101, I stand there a few seconds keeping a hand around the handle and taking a deep breath. The algor of the steel warms under my touch when I grasp harder, finally pulling the door open.

The stout man at the head of the classroom stops what he's saying, with me obviously interrupting the lesson.

"Can I help you?" He says as I feel thirty two pairs of eyes eating at my insides.

I take the last few steps in. My person now fully emerged into the classroom with the door closing behind me.

"I'm a new student." My attention solely focused on the cough in the back of the class, interrupting the deafening silence.

"May I see your schedule?" He looks fully up at me. I reach into my jacket pocket and give it to his impending hand. My comfort wanting nothing more for all of the student's to divert their stare.

"Okay, sit anywhere you like." He hands the piece of paper back to me and I quicken my pace to sit as far back in the room as I possibly can.

I'm almost there until I'm stopped by a hand pulling at the end of my strap connected to the backpack. The tug comes abruptly from the second desk in the front of the room.

"You can sit next to me if you want." I turn my head left to the desks nearest surrounding.

Their filled with snide smiling boys, all of the smirks directed at me. I seek to follow the owner of the hand touching me without permission.

My leer stops upon a face reassembling Nine so clearly, my heart drops. His carmel brown hair and dark brown, almost black eyes are an inconceivable replica of him.

I quickly register where I am once again and tug free from his playful hold.

"No thanks." I retort into his deep black irises. After my response, my attention flys to a few giggles on the opposite side of the room.

I continue making my way to the back of the class, sitting in the last available seat in the row.

I pull my backpack off and toss it underneath my desk; copping the way every other student has their belongings.

I rest my head on the palm of my left hand and wait for the signal bell to ring.