Part Human

Chapter 4 - Jared

Jared Leto.

I just stare at him, at a lost for words. Is this really happening? Am I not dreaming? What the hell has my life become? I have always wanted to meet him and become his friend. I mean, who hasn't wanted that. Never in a million years would I have thought that it would happen this ways.

Cassandra walks to him and shakes his hand. They talk quietly to each other, literally acting like I am not even there. I stare at him in disbelief. Photos do not do him justice. He is gorgeous. He talks to Cassandra like she is an old friend. He smiles and laughs, shining his pearly whites.  I really wish I didn't have to meet him this way.

Then the attention is turned to me. I wish I had somewhere to hide. His blue eyes rest on me. I feel my blood start to rush to my face.

Cassandra starts to speak, "This is Alya, your new cyborg. Everything about her will be in this folder." She hands Jared the folder that she had been carrying. "She should know how to act. If she doesn't act to your liking, you may call me and I will come and train her." She throws a threatening look at me. I mentally roll my eyes. "I must run now. I have other appointments I need to be at."

"It was nice to meet you, Cassandra," Jared says, shaking her hand again. Cassandra opens the door, turns to throw another look at me, then she leaves. I'm then left alone with my idol. His eyes are on me now, as he starts to walk toward me. I dig my nails into my thighs through my dress. "Hello, Alya. I'm Jared," He says to me, holding his hand out to me. I take it wearily.

I respond, "I know who you are." We shake hands. "But I guess that doesn't matter." At this point I don't care if I am being sassy.

He raises an eyebrow at me but doesn't say anything about it. I look down at the floor. It's hard to look at his beautiful face and be angry at him at the same time. "You can go change out of that dress. There are clothes in the closet in your room. Then meet me in the kitchen," He says. I look up at him and nod, then spin around and walk away.

I can feel his eyes watching me until I get out of his eye sight. When I get to my room, I quietly close the door and lock it. The sound of his foot prints get softer.

The closet looks like it is just a small one, but when I open it I see a walk in closet. It is filled with beautiful clothes. Clothes I would have had to save up a lot of money to buy. I walk into the closet and run my fingers over the different textures of the clothes. I grab a simple black jumpsuit, and pull of the dress, gloves, and heels. The jumpsuit is very soft and feels a lot like a really comfy pair of pajamas.

Once I am dressed, I quietly leave my room. I tippy toe to the kitchen. Jared is sitting at the counter reading my file. His hair is in a bun, so I can see the side of his face. I watch him for a moment. Then he looks at me and smiles. I hurridly look away from him and rest my eyes on a piece of art on the wall.

"Would you like to help me make dinner?" He asks. Why is he asking me? Isn't he supposed to be telling me what to do?

I look up at his face, he has a kind expression on his face. What would happen if I said no? But do I want to say no? Doesn't everyone wish they could hang out with their favorite celebrity? "Sure," I reply. He closes the folder and hops down from the chair.

I follow him over to the fridge. He grabs a bunch of vegetables and sets them down on the counter. "Could you go grab a cutting board from in that drawer?" He points to a drawer. I grab the cutting board and hand it to him. "We are going to make a vegetable stir fry." Maybe this will be good for me. I didn't eat much vegetables, I ate too much fast food.

He hands me a knife. I guess I'm chopping up the vegetables. I'm supposed to be right handed but it seems as if my body is telling me to use my left hand instead, so I do. I start to chop the vegetables with my left hand, it comes easily as if I have always been left handed. Then out of nowhere my it starts chopping with superhuman speeds. It's like I am not even controlling it myself.

In just a couple minutes, I am done chopping the vegetables. Jared looks a little suprised, but he doesn't say anything, and grabs the chopped up vegetables. I watch him throw them in a pan with oil. I just stand there awkwardly and watch him.

"What do you like to do for fun?" He asks after a moment of silence.

"Don't you already know that?" I say. He looks at me with a small expression of irritation. My heart starts to beat faster. "Sorry." I squeeze my hands together and take a small step back. "I like to sing, read, write, watch netflix, listen to music, and have fun. I guess."

He keeps cooking the vegetables, not looking at me. I wonder what he is thinking. "You'll have to let me hear you sing sometime." If he thinks I am going to let him of all people hear me sing, then he is crazy. "Do you remember what happened to you?"

I roll my eyes and sigh. "Jared, you read my file. You already know all of this. Why the hell do you keep asking me all of these questions?" I say and immediately regret it. I'm pushed back into the counter. It digs into the small of my back. His arms hold me in place on both side.

His face is so close to mine. "Do you want me to be an asshole to you? I can do that, Alya. Stop being disrespectful to me," he whispers to me in a voice full of spite. I can feel his warm breath on my face. I start to breathe quickly. He finally pulls away from me and doesn't look at me. "Go to your room."

I stop away to my room, feeling tears welling up in my eyes. I slam my door shut and flop down on my bed. Why do you have to be such a brat, Alya? Now he is mad at me. Damn it.

Curling up into a ball, I allow the tears to flow. I've already screwed everything up. If only I could keep my big mouth shut. Now he is going to hate me. O start to sob loudly. I don't care if he hears me, let him.

I'll never see my family ever again. I'll never see Sam again. I won't ever be able to have my own thoughts. My life will be controlled. Is it even worth it to live anymore? I can't live here if I have already made Jared mad. And I definetly do not want to be sent back to wherever it is they send bad cyborgs to.

I keep crying, culed up in a ball, probably looking very pitiful. Who cares? My room is dim and I start to feel tired. So I let myself fall asleep, with tears still streaming out of my eyes.

Author's Note:
I'm sorry this chapter is short and sucks lol. I haven't been sleeping well. I have also been struggling with writing. Hopefully this chapter doesn't suck to much and you still like it a bit.