Cadestelle

Protective Syndrome

* In case you were wondering I imagined Rider as Brenton Thwaites with his short hair. I apologize again for the numerous typos but I assure you I will get to them. Enjoy:-)*

For my entire second day I lived through the uninterrupted conduct of admiring stares and compliments on my bravery for confronting Brock. The compliments soothed my uneasiness of starting my classes for the first time at a new school, but as I walked into my first classroom the fear surmounted at seeing the unfamiliar faces. I finally sat next to a boy I had recognized from the blue eyed group and smiled politely at him.

" Is it alright if I sit here?" I asked him. He had fair black hair and a pale face. The pale blue t-shirt he wore resembled his eye color remarkably, making his eyes pop more than they already did.

" Of course!" He said, moving a little farther away to create more space as I slid into the seat next to him.

" You're Nadia right? I'm Logan" he said shyly. I nodded graciously at him as our teacher walked into the room. For the rest of the class we made small talk. Our teacher had forgotten our lesson plans today, giving us a whole hour to work on any assignments or read quietly.

" So when did you move here?" He wondered.

" Three days ago." I replied. I studied his face a little closer so I would be able to know another friend to see in the halls. His eyes were drooped down giving him a sad puppy-dog look that I adored greatly.

" That's cool." he said, " What do you think of it so far? I mean its kind've hard to get used to because of the size and all, but you'll learn to love it." He assured me. I took his words genuinely, he seemed like a really sweet kid.

" Yeah the size is really different from Virginia Beach," I admitted, " But honestly getting close to anyone there was really hard because you knew so many people..." I paused waiting for a reaction from those sad eyes as I continued, " I think it will also take a while to get used to the weather and the green-ness." I said laughing a little. He chuckled at me as the bell rung the release of our imprisonment.

" Nice meeting you." I added.

" Yeah, nice meeting you too." he responded. " Can I walk you to class?" he asked, and I nodded shocked. I had never recieved this much attention from the male species. Back home I was often ignored for not showing off my body well enough like the other beach girls.
We kept up a steady conversation about my classes until I arrived at the door to my next class.

" You should sit by us at lunch again." he offered, and I nodded. " Stay safe, try not to run into Brock." he warned as he went back towards his class. I hadn't quite understood the protectiveness the group had showed me thus far. Taking a deep breath I walked into my classroom bracing myself for the stares and whispers. As I walked through I looked around to see if I could spot the friendly ones in the classroom, but all the faces were unknown to me. I found a table an unoccupied table in the back and sat quietly, hoping not to draw any attention to myself.

" Alright class lets start." my teacher said walking into the classroom. I drifted off easily, as he was given the lecture, but five minutes in a student burst into the class averting everyone's eyes to the newcomer. The student turned around and my blood drained from my face. It was Rider. his shaggy hair was pumped up in his usual style and he his grey sweatshirt and grey jacket layered on top went well with his grey eyes. The necklace was exposed against his defined collarbone His demeanor set off a tense and shaky vibe, as he breathed deeply, evident that he had rushed to class.

" And why are you so late again Mr. Adams?" My teacher droned. Apparently this was a usual thing.

" Well I was running around trying to get to class, and then the hall monitor stopped me for running and so I got a warning. Then I was about to leave but apparently she wasn't done talking and here I am." he finshed waving his hands to his side to indicate his presence. Still breathing heavily from talking so quickly, he looked at me and his eyes widened. I couldn't tell if he was happy, surprised, or was going to be as adorably gawky like yesterday.