Mr. Hash's history class. I breathed out. I got this! Stupid new girl nerves. Sucking in a breath, I smiled confidently at the door, twisting the knob quickly, not even glancing at my classmates, just the classroom which was colored a dark blue. Hmm. Cool. Mr.Hash was a tall, muscular, bald guy. He was one of those guys who probably played some kind of sport in his younger years, with the scar above his thick brown eyebrows to prove it. He flashed me a huge smile.
"Welcome to 11th grade's History. I'm Mr.Hash." His eerily deep voice spoke. I really hoped his friendliness lasted, honestly. "Here's your textbook.I'm assuming you're Lecie?" I nodded, giving him a brave smile of mine, taking the blue and black book. "Take a seat!" He gestured, as I slid down the aisles in a wave of not-so-lasting confidence. "I hope the other new students show up sometime soon." Mr.Hash sighs, rubbing his shiny forehead. Oh, so he must mean Mr. Sexy and his two thugs. Great. Looking around, I noticed a mousy girl sat in front of me, and three seats were unoccupied behind me, and two were diagonal from me. Damn. My luck.
Mr. Hash sighed loudly again. "Flip to page two-hun-" The door banged open with a slam.
There stood one boy, leaving me looking over the head of the mousy girl in front of me. The guy looked as if he stepped out of a magazine. Jesus. Someone had good genes. All three of them were remarkable. The blond stepped into the room first, swaggering confidently, flashing smiles to all the blonds on the frontrows. I rolled my eyes. Expected, though. He was wearing a light blue button down shirt and board shorts. His eyes were bright blue, mesmerizing and scary at the same time. Mr. Hash raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything, handing the boy a book. "Who are you?" "I'm Eli." His voice was light and carefree, and I could practically feel the girls in the front row swooning. "Where are the rest of your little posse?" Eli chuckled, a weird musical sound. "Oh they are coming, don't you worry." He says cockily, stuffing his hands in his pockets and winking his way down the row at all the girls- even mousy girl, who fumbled with her binder and squeaking.
Eli, noticed me, raised a challenging blond eyebrow, and taking the seat to the left-diagonal of me. Mr. Hash coughed and resumed, "Okay so what I was saying, was... Oh yeah! Turn to page two-hundred and th-" The door was once again opened, this time by a chestnut haired guy. But this guy stumbled through the door almost in slow motion. Slowly, he glanced up and gasps filled the room. Shaking the hair out of his eyes, he smiled, looking around the room.
"I'm Whit. Nice to meet you." His deep voice complimented his british accent greatly, but the only thing I seemed to notice was his almost-red eyes. Not like they were scary or anything- just remarkably weird. In fact it all seemed very weird. I mean, I thought I was the only new student today, because it is in the middle of the school year. Which is uber weird for them to just to come on the same day I'm here. But, maybe this school was popular or something. I tried to shrug it off, but I couldn't as Whit waltzed down the aisles with confidence, and took a seat to my right- diagonally. Great so, that other guy was going to sit behind me. I tried not to look at Whit, not acknowledging him at all. Mr. Hash, the poor guy opened his mouth to speak once again, and was once again interrupted. The door opened, slowly.
"My apologies for being late." A deep voice said, as Eli and Whit snickered.
"Ah, the famous Ryde. You realize it's already twenty minutes before dismissal?" Mr. Hash snapped, and I noted the fact to always be on time.
Ryde.... He stood before the class in an air of importance, and famaliarity. I knew him from somewhere... His dark-brown almost black hair was cut at his eyebrows choppily, and his face was smooth, and a shade of light tan. Then. Violet eyes. I know him. Where? My body grew rigged. Cold realization slapped me in the face. Could it be? The guy... who.. In my vision-dream-thing...
I didn't know him, but Anna did.
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