Apollo and Zola

CHAPTER 2: WAKING UP

The young man's blue eyes were bloodshot, he saw Zola and screamed. He staggered and awkwardly ran, hitting a nearby tree and falling back. He was knocked unconscious yet again.

Zola narrowed her eyes, confused, thinking how much of an idiot this strange person was. She got up as well and ran to his side.

"Hey!" She shook him, then poked his cheek. "Wake up."

He parted his lips muttering a mysterious sort of monstrous sounding language. It took Zola aback, but she stayed put, still fascinated by this..human-like creature. She commenced to try to wake him.

He woke up once more, looking up at Zola with fear in his eyes. He was about to scream yet again until Zola covered his mouth.

"Stop it. It's annoying." She glared. "I'm not going to hurt you. You're okay." Zola removed her palm, only to be greeted yet again by another scream. This one was prolonged and so loud that it terrified the birds and deer miles away from them. The animals rushed away and took cover. It felt like a five minute screech to the young brunette who just stood there and took it. She knew he would stop eventually anyways. And he did. He stopped, and blinked at Zola.

"Now that you're calm, I want to know where you came from." She sighed, pointing to the gray sky. "Was it up there? Are you not human? I know I should be terrified or screaming like you did but...you're not all that terrifying. Surprisingly. In fact, you're quite interesting."

The white-haired teen, from what Zola can tell at least, poked her flesh then playfully touched her hair. He seemed to be fascinated by the color, eyes growing larger and hands growing more confident as he groomed and combed it.

"You have no idea what I'm saying do you?" She began to strategize on what to do next. Should she call the police? Tell her mother? Be a responsible teenager and inform the authorities? She looked back at the young man, who was laughing and enjoying himself. He didn't seem bad to Zola. He displayed a more helpless image. Like a dog...or lost puppy.

He placed his nose close to her cheek, sniffing her. Zola pushed him away from her.

"Distance. I'm still thinking...Also, you aren't on drugs are you?"

Her comment only worsened the situation. He closed the distance between them, now he was within the realm of her personal pace. He pressed his large chest against her face, still examining her long dark locks and tan flesh.

This made Zola uncomfortable, she stood up and handed him her jacket. "Cover yourself up, and follow me."

He touched the fabric of her jacket, putting it above his head before triumphantly standing. He was still naked and, shameless of it.

Zola frustratingly took the jacket off his head and tied it to his waist. "You're hopeless. And, I'm burning that jacket later." However, she gently took his hand, and led him back.

The young man glanced down at their hands, smiling and following her lead.