The Rarest One

The Unknown Part 1

(Crystal)

"Everything about this town is small," I rolled my eyes, but winced at the pain in my head,  "but the people, they are so loud."  

The girls, sitting a couple tables away from me, laughed at what the handsome, tall, popular boy said.  He glanced over to my table, still talking, and met my cool gaze.  His cornflower blue eyes widened briefly, obviously not expecting my bright, yellow-looking eyes.  The cheerleaders screeched again, like claws on a chalkboard, and my head flinched to the side, eyes closed.  Meanwhile, he was still glancing over at me as I stood, grabbed my bag, and left the small cafe.  I walked down the cobbled street quickly,  but unsteadily.  A car went by, and I groaned.  So loud, but everything was when you have a killer migraine. The sun was blinding me, making the sharp pain behind my eyes much worse and I pressed my palm to my forehead.  I didn't see the tiny hitch in the sidewalk.  I stumbled to the side, using the wall as my guide, when I realized that I probably looked weird, I basically fell into the alleyway.  I rested, leaned against one of the walls to a small shop, and pinched the bridge of my nose, trying not to pass out.  

(Popular Guy)

I trailed after  her, keeping my distance. She groaned, and stumbled to the side. I reached out to catch her if I had too, but she fell into the alleyway closest to her. She was breathing deep and had a painful look on her face.

(Crystal)

 "Man, this is a bad one," I grimaced and almost passed out. For a second, all I saw was black.  I held onto the wall for support, thinking about anything, but just staying conscience was the main goal here.

"Are you okay?" a deep, bass voice rumbled, concerned, as a shadow fell over me.  I straightened so fast that stars danced in my sight. 

"Yea, I'm fine. Thanks," I snapped, my hand on my forehead. 

"You don't look okay.  Do I need to drive you to your parents?" the guy asked, moving closer.

"No!" I basically shouted.   I glanced up and came face to face with that cute, popular guy from the cafe.  Another wave of pain hit my head that felt like getting ran over by a dump truck,  I groaned and slid down the wall, putting my head between my knees.  "Don't see it, don't see it, fight it off, fight it off," I tell myself over and over inside my head. 

"Whoa, take it easy.  I won't take you to your parents."  He moved forward in front of me.

"That is not a great place to stand," I start. 

"Why not?" he asked, confused. 

"Because I think I'm going to throw up," I finish, as I fumbled with my sunglasses, and finally got them slipped on, so he wouldn't see my eyes turn a milky white in case I did see it.

"Um, I think you should go to a hospital," he sounded worried.

"No," I stated firmly,"it's just a migraine. I get them all the time.  I'll be fine once it passes."

He crouched in front of me,"How long does it take for it to pass?" 

"Oh, you know, it depends," I sarcastically say, pulling my jacket lower on my hands, while moving away.  He was making me nervous, hovering around like the way he was.  "I think you should go now." 

"I think you should go to my house; my mom's a nurse.  She  can help," he persisted.

"I'm fine; it's gone," I stood quickly and strode back out onto the red-cobbled street.

"Wait, what is your name?" he called out, hands cupped around his mouth.

I swiveled on my heel, and the corner of my mouth ticked up. "Crystal. Crystal Mason."

"I'm Scott McCall," Scott grinned, his bright, cornflower blue eyes twinkled, and his arms corded with muscle crossed his wide chest.  His raven, black hair glinted in the evening light, and his tall frame dwarfed my 5'5, by a foot.  I turned and continued on my way.  He tried to follow me for a while, but I managed to lose him in the evening activity.  

I strode fastly through the dark, brush-filled woods, on an old well worn dirt road, to the off-grid, wood cabin I called home for now.  I breathed in the scent of fresh evergreen trees, the rich dirt and the cool, fall breeze wisped though my short brown hair. I sighed as I entered the old cabin and it's wooden floors creaked with age, because it had been used by a veteran a long time ago.  How I knew that was because of the pictures of his family, wife, and of himself in uniform, plus the journal, which I was reading.  I pulled out the journal from under my pillow on my green army style cot and ran my fingertips over the worn leather cover, thinking of the soldier, who I never met, but felt like I knew him.  He wrote down of all his horrors, and his feelings when he saw his buddies cut down by the Germans in World War II. But he also wrote of his wife, who he claimed to be the most beautiful and kind woman who ever walked the earth.  Also the joy of his grandchildren, and his volunteer work. In the very last page of the thick journal, the date of which he was born and died was written in a woman's fancy font.  He lived to be a hundred years old.  I placed the journal by my cot and went to see about a shower, which is quite easy since he had running water installed and all the essentials.  

(Scott)

I couldn't get her out of my mind. I growled and punched the bag harder, as sweat ran down between my shoulder blades. I think of her eyes, so yellow and hard to read.  The way her hips swayed when she walked, her shoulder length chocolate/auburn hair, her hourglass figure, prominent, high cheekbones, and her pale, pink lips.  Oh, and the way she smirked.  I just can't figure her out.  She seems so complicated, and secretive.

 "What! Did you meet a lady and not tell your best friend?" Adrian spoke, a dramatic hand over his heart.  

I pause,"Did I say that out loud?"

"Yes, you did, brother,"Adrian cackled like an old lady,"Tell your Granny, did you meet someone?" 

   "You are such an airhead, dude," I groaned, "Well maybe, and she is more like an illusionist." 

 Adrian slumped on the tan, soft couch in my basement downing a Gatorade and inhaling a bag of potato chips. He stuck a chip in his mouth. " Why do you say that? " 

 "Trust me, meet her and you will understand," I laughed, and started my punch combination again. "She was there one moment and gone the next. Plus no one seems to know her parents, where she lives, or where she came from. I know this because I asked the old timers; they never heard of her or recognized her," I panted, mostly because of my boxing punches that coach insisted everyone on the team do. 

 "Hum, sounds like she has you thrown for a loop," snickered Adrian, his arms crossed. "Mr. Popular found a girl who doesn't kill over in love for you. I like her already and I haven't even met her yet, " he laughed , while clapping his hands. 

 "Hahaha," I glared at him. He put his hands up, and hid his grin.  "Sometimes I wonder why you live with us."

 " Because you wouldn't survive without me, " he mouthed off. I just shook my head and smiled.

(Crystal)

I had just pulled on my sweat pants when a twig snapped outside my door. I froze in fear. " Oh my gosh, its them, they have come to get me. I never should have escaped, "I groaned," this is the end. "  Another branch cracked, and I flinched away from the large shadow that fell over me, my eyes tightly squeezed shut.