Half and half

charlotte's pov chapter II

Chapter II

The next day Dylan didn’t go to school. I didn’t see the other boy either. Ethan stumbled through the day, looking lost. There were whispered rumors about what had happened to the popular boy. “… someone told someone who knew my sister’s friend, and they were saying he got into federal touble. Like, they got the police involved and stuff. They were caught smoking pot.” I rolled my eyes. The boy with the smoky gaze wouldn’t smoke pot.

The next day was no better. Until Astronomy. Of course it had to be astronomy. I sat near the very back, nervously twisting my hair in my hands. I didn’t want anyone to notice me. Suddenly, exited whispering reached me. “he’s here. Like coming right NOW.” I looked up and there they were. I frowned slightly when I saw the pretty blond girl with wide green eyes standing next to Dylan. Dylan looked like he’d been slapped. He stared at the boy with the dark aura. “what the heck do you think you’re doing Dimitri?” Dylan nearly yelled. Dimitri looked surprised, but Dylan pulled him put of the classroom. That was the first time i heard Dylan’s voice. It was soft and rich, like a purr. Even while yelling. Soom they came in again, Dimitri looking delighted and Dylan looked murderous. Then Dylan stopped. His gaze flickered up suprisingly quick. His eyes connected with mine. I felt a shock of electricity in me, as if someone had poked me with a rod. When my gaze focused again, Dylan’s eyes were scanning the room. Finally, he took a seat besides the girl he had come in with, which bothered me for whatever reason. Dimitri sat in front of me. I soon realized the boys were checking out the girl next to Dylan and the girls were checking out Dimitri. I caught more than a few giggles. I scowled. The professor entered. He began the boring lecture about flight patterns-don’t ask me why, since we were not in biology- I noticed something then. Somehting was wrong. Dimitri was leaning forward, whispering frantically into Dylan’s ear. Dylan sat as tense as a rock, gripping his desk so hard, the wood creaked. I frowned. Then I felt something enter my eyes. I blinked but the debris didn’t fall out. Since i was concealing my golden eyes with contacts, it hurt all the more. My eye began to tear. I stood up, haistily raising my hand, “Mr. Elko. May I go to the restroom?” I asked. Mr. Elko nodded and I got up. Dylan was breathing hard. When I passed him, I accidentally bumped his arm. He yelped as if he’d been burnt. He leapt to his feet, looking panicked. Accidentally, he pushed me as he made a beeline for the door. I stumbled and landed on the blond guy’s lap. I watched in surprise and despair as he shot through the door. I hadn’t thought a human could run that fast. Ethan tried to comfort me. “Don’t worry about Dylan, he’s weird. The other day, we were at the cemetery, and,” out of nowhere, a fist snaked past me faster than a human could see, punching Ethan on the face. I whirled around and saw Dimitri’s serious black gaze. Then he turned and followed after Dylan. I turned back to Ethan, who was lying, groaning, on the floor. The class was a disaster. All the students were running in circles, screaming in delight at having a boring class interrupted. Ethan was knocked out cold, still on the ground. Elko was yelling at the top of his lungs. For the nurse, for the students to calm down, to SHUT UP‼ I stifled a laugh. I knelt before I could help it, leaning toward Ethan with my hand outstretched. I tuned out the rest of the classroom, and before I could help myself, I touched Ethan’s brow. His broken nose healed immediately. His eyes fluttered open. “What the… girl?” he asked, a puzzled look on his face. “You were never hit. Dimitri didn’t hit you. We’re not having this conversation and we never will.” I murmured. His eyes glazed over an in the next second, he stood up and began yelling and running with the others. Then I noticed the girl Dylan had come in with. She was staring at me, smirking. Then she turned and disappeared in thin air. My eyes widened. I was about to follow her, when the whole event was erased from my mind. I blinked. I had just been about to… I frowned.

That night at bed, I was punished with more of my bittersweet memories.

I stared at him with wide eyes. We still hovered over the city; I was still bundled in his embrace. “Why do you have black hair?” I asked. He laughed, a tinkling melodious sound. I loved it and I knew I wanted to hear it again. Instead of answering, he folded his wings, letting us free-fall. I didn’t scream as I stared at those multicolored eyes. He stared back with equal fascination. At the last possible second, he flared his wings, stilling us. He touched down softly. “You’re royal. When did they give you your wings?” I asked. All the descendants of the Four, a.k.a royals had golden eyes. He smiled, “I got them at your age.” He said. I rolled my eyes, “you are my age.” I mocked. He didn’t look like it. He was well built, with long legs, like a runner, and he looked pretty strong. “I know.” He said simply. I frowned, “that’s not possible. You’ve been flying for years, I mean; you aren’t born with the skill. And even then, you’re not supposed to go that fast.” He burst out laughing, “jeez, the elders are boring.” My eyes nearly popped out of my head, “what?” I squeaked. He laughed again, putting his arm around my shoulders and heading back, pulling me close. I was glad for the warmth-his words had given me chills. “What’s your name cupcake?” he asked. “Don’t call me that.” I grumbled. He laughed. He seemed to do that a lot. “Well, maybe if you named yourself, I wouldn’t have to make up nick-names.” He replied. I frowned, “Charlotte Dare. What about you?” I asked. He grinned devilishly and knocked on my front door. He took a step back. “See you Charlotte Dare.” He extended his wings to full width. They were enormous. I gaped up at him, he was so tall, and whispered, “What’s your name?” I asked again. He grinned. “Ash. You can call me Ash.” The he swooped his massive wings down and shot into the sky, laughing.

He was here, I realized. Ash Stone was here. I didn’t know how I figured it out, but I was almost 100 percent sure. I looked down at my hand, where tattoos curled up, coming to my shoulder. He had promised. But I did understand. This was not about me. It was now pure curiosity. I was sucked into the memories before I knew it.