Apollo and Zola

CHAPTER 3: HIDING

"Dammit. What should I do?" Zola can hear her mother still in the kitchen, cooking up lunch most likely.

Zola and this otherworldly stranger hide behind some bushes near the house, as she comes up with a plan. Zola chewed her nails as the young man stared at her.

Zola made eye contact with him, glaring, which caused him to flush. "Why are you staring?"

His cheeks continue to turn brightly red, before he looks around the scenery. He observed in awe and wonder, bright blues shinning from the beauty of the land.

"Hey." Zola snapped her fingers, getting his attention. "Look closely and pay attention. You have to follow my every move. Got it?"

He cutely tilted his head.

Zola groaned but sighed. "I guess it's not your fault that you don't understand me. Okay. We're going to sneak inside. I know someone who can help us out."

She proceeded to crawl and move towards the side of the house with a particular window covered in anime stickers. She gestures for her companion to follow her from time to time as they close in on this location.

He nods, quickly following behind her. Eventually, the two end up right at the window. Zola tried with all her strength to push open the window, but it quickly halts after several inches of opening it.

"Dammit." She cursed, as the white-haired teen rested his chin over her shoulder, trying to peak at what she was trying to do.

Irritated, Zola pushed him away, deadpanning. "You seriously need to keep your distance. Idiot."

He simply smiled, as he curiously peeked inside the window.

Zola knew that the window was probably boarded up. Her room was the same way too. The only other option she had was the front door. But, if her mother saw she would most likely cause a scene.

Just then, the window squeaked and opened up.

Zola's eyes widen as she glanced at her white-haired companion. "D-Did you just?"

He smiled once more, crawling inside.

"H-Hey!" Zola groaned, seeing how he got stuck. "You should have waited for me to give you instructions. You can't just do things as you go." Zola's hands push against his butt, much to her disgust, but seeing that there was no other way. "You should have positioned yourself vertically. Not horizontally. You're body is way too big for this window." Zola continues to apply force against him until finally, he makes it inside.

Zola's forehead hits the side of the house. She growls in pain. "Maybe I deserved that."

The white-haired teen's Hans gently taps her shoulder. Zola glanced up, seeing him with a wide grin and rosy cheeks.

Zola scoffed, but took his hand. "T...Thank you."

With great care, he lifted her up and into the room.

Once Zola is inside, she noticed that they're not alone. "Ruth I-"

"You know, if you two wanted privacy you should have snuck him into your room. You're going to traumatize me otherwise with your boyfriend."

Zola frowned. "He's not my boyfriend."

"Then what is he?" She stood up from her bed, Ruth was small compared to Zola. She hadn't even hit her 5 foot mark yet, but seeing how she was only eleven-years-old it was understandable.

Ruth was the type of girl to stick all of her long blond hair into a multi-colored Chullo. She didn't really leave the house or her room for that matter without it. Teachers had tried to take it away, but were always met with her feisty and intimidating retaliation. No one could ever separate her from her precious Chullo, she always made that very clear, unless the person wanted to live miserably and in fear. Ruth Phillips had more power and influence than any 11-year-old could possibly obtain. She was into business, specifically the bracelet making and stickers business. She would make at least over three-hundred a week with her designs. But, she was never good at saving. She usually spent her money on manga, anime figures and other nerdy merchandise. Anyways, Ruth was crafty and can easily make a plan on the spot. Zola knew that she needed her help, so she came to her.