Lunar Distortions

Chapter 4

Day one.

It is almost the most difficult day of being the new girl, but it was a trade I had mastered over the years. 

The only different element this time was that I had been dumped in a backwards town buried under layers of snow.

Not city life to grow accustomed to; no background to make myself knowledgeable of. Not that I could, seen as I had been buried in this cabin, thanks to the constant onslaught of snow storms.

The only difference here was that...this would be my first last day of being the new girl at high school. So, I obviously had to put in a little effort so that I didn't look back at my memories with a cringe.

Normally, I'm a lover of skirts but I'm no moron. I didn't survive a Chicago winter in a denim mini skirt just to repeat my mistakes.

Sure, I was well rehearsed in winter...but I wasn't a fool.

The jeans I wore were high waisted and fitted, the black material clinched high around my waist matched with a thin high necked grey sweater. Simple but chic, and I was rolling with it.

My fingers lightly touched the necklace my dad bought me, brushing my fingertips over the cool surface of the rare moonstone.

But I refused to cry; not after spending so much time on my skin routine.

"You can't wear them." Those were my weird uncles greeting words, as I stepped into the kitchen. I followed his gaze to the stylish ankle boots, "They have a heel on them. How are you planning on walking in the snow with a heel?"

With great difficulty but I was sure that it could be done, "The boots stay." I cemented, not liking the way he frowned at them.

They were what made my outfit. Something else he stared at, with not dismay, but a male kind of disbelief.

"That's not a jacket." He continued wiping a hand over his brow, looking perplexed at the mere sight of me, "It won't keep you warm; you're going to freeze."

Roan was blunt about it as he shovelled rashers of bacon into his mouth, and I shrugged a shoulder at him, "It's not meant to keep me warm. It's meant to make me look normal." I muttered, and he choked a little on his fresh orange juice, "What?"

"You're going to cost me a fortune in medical bills." Roan muttered in certainty, shaking his head whilst pushing a plate over the table to me, "Eat up. I heard you nearly pace a hole through the floor."

I pursed my mouth but couldn't help the tug at the corners of my lips at the wooden table. Specifically, at the plate filled with all kinds of breakfast meats, and a side of eggs to go with them. My brows rose slightly at the way Roan ate, like a man who had been starved for months.

Part of me feared that I would throw it all back up if I even dared to take a couple of bites. I didn't have my father's huge appetite, that he apparently shared with his brother. I'm an athlete though, so I knew how important it is to keep up my energy.

But, I was a nervous teenager first. One who didn't want to barf on the way to school.

The sound of the front door smacking open clapped through the air, moments after I forced my first helping of bacon down my throat.

Roan watched me with furrowed brows. like he was unsure of what he was seeing. when he suddenly jerked his chin.

"That necklace." His voice was like granite, eyes focused on the stone encased in silver on my chest, "How long have you been wearing it?"

My brows lowered just as footsteps thumped through the house, but Roan never once took his gaze off me, "My dad gave it to me." Was all I was able to say under that look.