Protecting the Devil's Angel

Seeing Is Believing

As the class dwindled on Cynara sighed as she watched the hands on the clock tick slowly. She’d already read the lesson for today while everyone else was still going. Occasionally, the teacher would go quiet from his yammering, but not in this moment.  He was talking about something he thought was relevant, but Cyn wasn’t listening. For some reason, she had the urge to look behind her…and before she realized it, her eyes were glued to him. His glare was steadied on his hands & he was damn sure concentrating hard. Even while looking down at something that obviously intrigued him, Dean looked evil. His wet hair was now somewhat dry & his delicate features were rigid. A wrinkle was over his brow and his mouth was tight with anger. She wished he would glance up once just so that she could see those gorgeous emerald eyes. More curiosity stung her and she finally stared down into his hand to see what he was so mesmerized by. Her jaw dropped slightly as a chill ran up her spine. There was a pencil, cupped in his hand, but that wasn’t what had thrown her for a loop. The pencil was standing straight up, with the eraser in the air. The point of the pencil was planted on the desk as it twirled slowly; making marks where it stood, but his hands weren’t touching it.

Just as she thought to turn away, his eyes shot up to her & the look he gave her shook her to the very core. She gasped as the pencil fell over & turned around in her chair to face front. Dean sat upright angrily as he gripped the sides of his desk once more. The heat of his sultry glare was burning a hole through her, but she wasn’t stupid enough to turn around. Not this time. Livvie turned & looked at her, only to see she was breathing a bit heavily in fear.

“Are you ok?” Her voice startled Cynara so much that she nearly jumped out of her seat.  

“Fine.” She replied, but her voice came out shaky, something she was trying to avoid. She wanted to sound confident. The bell suddenly rang, startling her as she grabbed her things & rushed from the room. Her sneakers squealed as she hustled down the hallway and around the corner to her locker.  There was no stopping her because she was not having a confrontation with the “creepy guy” of the school. She took a quick glance behind her to see he wasn’t following her. Hell, he was nowhere in sight. He wasn’t even following her and she was damn sure relieved of that. Looking down at her schedule, she saw her locker number scribbled on the side. With just her luck, it so happened to be three lockers down.  With her locker insight, she scrambled over to it. She didn’t want to be late for any class on her first day. The warning bell rang as she placed her books into her locker and slammed it. Some part of her thought she’d see Dean standing there with a menacing stare, like a good book she’d read, but no. Everyone was hustling to class as others stood around talking as any school would have. She took off to her class without hesitation.    

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                “One day down…a billion more to go.” Cynara replied sarcastically as she walked quickly through the empty “park”.  To be honest, it wasn’t a park, but it was a short cut to her house that she’d discovered during the weekend they moved. It led right to her huge yard. She liked to think of it as a park to ease the fear rippling through her as she walked alone. The leaves crunched and squished at the same time as she walked over them. The fact that they were wet made it a tad slippery to walk over them. The rain had never let up and that was annoying to her because she was wet. The water was freezing as it poured over her and the fact that the wind was blowing fiercely only added to the already frigid drops. She let out a huge mouthful of air as she shivered and saw her breath in front of her. That sure indicated how cold it was getting if nothing else did. Although she had her gloves, hat, and a scarf on, she was still freezing. It made her march through the mucky woods even faster. Atleast her warm home was there waiting for he—even if she was gonna be alone. She hoped her mother was there cooking lunch while the table was already done. A tiny smile teased her lips at the thought of her father there waiting as well, reading a paper in his favorite chair. Her thoughts were instantly interrupted by a rustling she thought she heard behind her. She stopped abruptly and circled where she was. Her eyes darted in every direction, quickly scanning the area, but there was nothing but silence.