glass touch

Chapter 4

Calculus was insanely boring. The entire hour, I'd been tapping my pencil against my desk eager to get out of class. When the bell finally did ring I bolted out the door. All during Calculus all we'd been doing was going over the syllabus.

It was better than the humiliation though. Fencing I knew nothing about the subject. I sighed as I practically floated up the stairs, heading to my dorm. If they had us fence today I was going to get laughed at. I didn't see Claire at all in the halls. I just headed straight to class. Climbing the stone staircase was rough, especially because I had to climb all the way to the third floor. There were no banisters to hold onto. The staircase reminded me of a castle or a fortress. The windows were tiny and arched and the stones curved around in a perfectically spiraled circle. The walls matched the steps.

The Fencing class had its own room. They weren't using the Gym, like I had expected. Instead the room was a little bigger than the rest of the classrooms with mats spread out all over the place and a rack for holding foils. There were two rows of bleachers that stretched from one side of the room to the other. And once I saw who was sitting on the far right edge of the second bench my heart skipped a beat.

It was the guy I'd run into before first hour

He hadn't noticed me. he sat with his forehead leaning up against the wall, his dark brown hair falling over his eye. My palms began to sweat. I watched him swallow and his Adam's apple moved up and down his throat. Trying not to be too distracted by him I scanned the bleachers for a seat so I could join the rest of the class.

The only seat was next to him

No. there had to be another option. Deep down on the inside yes I did want to be within touching distance of him. But I knew he didn't want that. He looked like he just wanted to be left alone. I scanned the bleachers again then realized I had to face the ugly truth. There really were no sears left but the one next to him.

So I gulped and made my way over to the first set of bleachers.

The closer I got to him, the more satisfied I was. Why am I so drawn to him? I barely know him and from what I've seen of him, he wants nothing to do with me. I don't even know his name, Once I stepped over the first set of bleachers. I turned around and plopped down into the seat next to him, nervously messing with the hem of my navy blue long sleeved shirt.

Right when I had said down. I'd felt him stir a little next to me. I could feel his gaze on me for a second but then the feeling stopped. I managed to get a peek at him out of the corner of my eye. He had to have been looking at me before. Now instead of looking like he did before he looked almost...Nervous.

Finally, two adults sauntered into the room. I was instantly stricken by their beauty, I don't know if anyone else was...everyone else looked to some, talking to their friends. Barely any of them paid any mind to the two teachers. One was male and one was female. The woman had long golden blonde hair that flowed past her waist. Her eyes were an odd color just like the guys next to me... her's were amethyst. A light purple. She was tall too. Her figure made me grow green with envy.

The male teacher was taller than her.he had wavy black hair that came down to his shoulders. He was thin but still flt while the woman glided around the room in a green silk dressthe man wore a white botton up shirt and jeans. His eyes were somewhat normal... they were green and they seemed to glow. I could faintly make out speaks of silver in his eyes.

That's when I realized that everyone at this school was insanely good looking. Claire. The jerk guy that I felt oddly drawn to, to myright. Everyone else. I had not seen one disgusting looking person at this school.

I stuck out like a sore thumb,

The woman pulls a foil from the rack and so does the man. They stand in front of the class getting into a good stance and facing eachother.

"I am going to take you to school."

Then the woman interrupts him by poking him lightly in the shoulder with the foil.i watch the silver, thin blade bend at her every move.

"Ah,ah,ah" she teased a little tauntingly "I have all of my moves planned out just for you,"

The whole class laughed quietly, I glanced at the guy next to me. he just stared ahead at the two teachers with a robotic gaze. It's like he was on auto piolet.

And then the real fencing began

"En garde,etes-vous prets? " the woman asked in pefect French and once the man finished rolling his sleeves up, she shouted "Allez!"

With each step that one of them made, the other one seemed to counter their movements perfectly. About five minutes into the fight, they were both sweating in and out of breath. Then, when everyone was on the edge of their seat, the woman stuck the man in the chest with her blade. He smiled, put his hands in the air and dropped his foil.

"Alright Vivian. You win," the man said to the woman, who I assumed was Vivian.

Vivian smiled shyly and twisted her foil around her fingers. " I always win Kieran" she purred then they both turned to the class. Vivian set down her foil.

"I'm sure you have already figured out our names. I'm Vivian and this is Kieran, my husband. We've been teaching fencing at this school for the last six years now. By the time you walk out of this classroom for the last time at the end of the semester we expect you all of you to know every single bit of what we know." Vivian explained flashing everyone at a bright smile.

So we were supposed to learn what they learned in six years in a semester?

I'm going to die.

"First Kieran began rubbing his hands together. I just now noticed his British Accent, "I want to see your skills"

Then he paced beside the first row of bleachers still pressing his hands together. I dug my nails into my black jeans as he traipsed over to my side of the room. Then he did exactly what I'd been hoping he wouldn't do. He pointed his still folded hands into my direction, then let them fall to his sides

"Ah you" he decided, his eyes boring into mine. "Let's test out your skills."