The Untouchables (Book One)

Chapter Three

Isebail's piercing eyes swept the canteen, gliding over the crowds of students that sat around the trio's table. Situated directly in the middle, the table was given a wide berth. Nicknamed "The Untouchables", the three girls were complete opposites yet remained glued together, united by the matching issues that adorned their personalities yet understanding of each of the similar backgrounds that lay behind them. They each played an essential part in their group and without one the others would fall apart. Ashaya, with her caramel hair and soft amber eyes was the kindest yet most vulnerable of the three, the one that cared about her grades and showed no sign of the mental games inflicted by her parents. Talaith was the golden haired siren, her plump cherry red lips just begging to be kissed, a curvy form and a playful glint in her grass green eyes gave her the title of heartbreaker. Isebail was the ice queen. Enchanting lavender eyes that remained blank and cold, thick silky white hair that remained undyed and a rigid posture. It was due to this that the school remained in abject awe and terror of her. One could wonder how even the muscular jocks could be afraid of such a tiny girl, yet she used words like daggers, targeting the weak points until the enemy crumples, begging for mercy. Yes she had her walls, but her loyalty was binding and once you got in, she would protect you fiercely. Few earned such respect from her, the only ones being her two best friends who remained sisters, bound by love, abuse and fear. She tensed, annoyance bubbling in the pit of her stomach as the room that contained over one hundred students happened to be devoid of the one she wanted to see most. A thud on the table diverted her blank focus to Talaith, her face betraying no trace of the shock that had  raised her heartbeat. Talaith's flawless face was inches from her own as her slender hands remained on the table, supporting her torso."Hello? Earth to Isebail? Are you with us Houston?" Isebail remained expressionless, pressing her hand to Talaith's forehead and pushing her down gently. She groaned, sitting back down with an audible thump as she pouted cutely. "What is going on with you Isebail?" Ashaya smiled at her sweetly, gently reaching forwards to lace their fingers. Understanding her worry and need for physical contact, Isebail squeezed her hand slightly. "Can we just eat please without you badgering me?" Talaith rolled her eyes grumbling to try and disguise the uncertainty that shadowed her sparkling eyes. Isebail was the strong one of the group, someone who she relied on for support when she felt she was alone and she would admit that seeing her so unfocused was slightly unnerving. Soon enough, Ashaya and Talaith got into a heated debate, following the usual routine whilst Isebail remained quiet, only voicing her opinions when asked. The chatter of the girls became light hearted and humerous as Isebail returned to normal, assuming her usual weapon of attack. When in doubt, deadpan your way out were words she lived by.