Loneliness H.S

Chapter Two

I am thrown to the ground with my face first. It doesn't necessarily hurt, or maybe it does, but I'm just in too much shock to pay attention to it. I pull myself up fast, and look around me like a maniac, turning my head in every direction possible. When I don't see anything, I can feel my body relax a bit. Now that I'm not freaking out as much I can feel the pain from the fall, it doesn't hurt that much, but it hurts enough to make me want to just stand here for a moment.

What I have done... Yeah exactly, what the hell have I done! where am I supposed to sleep? How will I get food? I don't even know the way out of this damn forest!

My mind not thinking clear makes me turn around and run with every power in my body straight into the shield hoping it will break or I will fall through, so I can go back to my bench, and rooftop, but I end up just hitting my head and falling on my back on the ground.

"Ouch... that's got to hurt." I turn my head fast in panic, but since my head just hit something hard everything starts to spin for a second, I put a hand against my head trying to stop the spinning, and when it stops I finally look up.

Before me stands a boy not much older than myself. His hair is the sweet color of chocolate brown. It's curly, but not too curly they are more like locks, and it reaches down to his shoulders. His hair compliments his features well, making me wish he never decides on cutting it. His eyes are a shade of light green, and at the moment full of amusement directed towards me and my fall. His jawline is sharp and defined. His skin is nicely tanned, making his lips stand out as they are a good mix of pink and red, but the pink color is clearly dominant.

He is wearing black skinny jeans that look too tight, and a plain white t-shirt that hugs his muscles in just the right way. I can see some of his tattoos through the shirt, but not that clearly. The ones on his arm though I can see perfectly fine, a ship, a rose, an anchor, a heart, but this one isn't the form of typical cliche heart, it is a tattoo of the real human heart. There is a lot more than only those, believe me, but those are some of the ones that stand out. He also has on a pair of brown worn out boots on. I can't deny the fact that he is attractive, but something tells me he already knows that.

"Are you alright?" His words snap me out of my trance, too caught up in taking him in, I quickly look down and blush hoping he wouldn't notice. After calming myself down trying to get rid of the blush on my cheeks I finally look up to meet his eyes. I notice a dimple at the corner of his mouth, visible because of the smirk on his face.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I huff standing up and brushing off the grass and dirt that has landed on my clothes. I adjust the shirt that hangs around my waist, so I look somewhat presentable again.

"What's your name, love?" I tense a little at his choice of words, but I just brush that off too, along with the rest of the dirt on my clothes. I notice the British accent, getting thicker as he speaks at a very slow tempo.

"Mina," I answer quietly. I finally stop brushing myself off and look back up at him. Who is to no surprise already looking at me. He still looks rather amused, and it is starting to get on my last nerve "What?" I snarl at him. Hoping he will get the point that I am not in the mood to be messed with.

He shakes his head a little looking down, but the curls don't move an inch when he does so. "Oh, nothing. It's just that it's not a very usual name, is it?" He is taking his time with each word, making me feel comfortable talking to him, the conversation not being too loud or quiet, just slow and comfortable.

"No, No it's not. What about you? what's your name?"

"Tell me your full name, and I will tell you mine." He doesn't make it sound like a question, more like an order of some sort, which I don't like. I hate being told what to do, but I'm not really in the mood to fight with a stranger right now, so I just decide to ignore it for now.