Fire and Flame

Chapter 2: The Meeting

I walk over to my new teacher's desk and ask where I should sit. He directs me to a seat by the window and I start to pull out my textbook (which weighs like a million pounds! What's up with that?). Lifting my head from the depths of my backpack I lock eyes with a boy across the room.
He is sitting by the door and has the greenest eyes I have ever seen. Just underneath the darkest, richest looking carmel-colored hair that must be know to man, is a perfectly -almost too perfectly- chiseled jaw. I gasp in surprise! Who knew Albany and I would get off to such a good start? If only guys like this went to every school I had attended! And then I look at him, and I mean actually take him in. And I spoke too soon.

This boy (more like a god on earth) is watching me with me with such open hatred in his eyes that it makes me lean back in my seat. Maybe I judged him too quick? I mean, just because he is the living definition of sexy doesn't mean he's a nice person! He's probably all well aware if his appearance and that has probably made him into a conceded jerk. Plus, it's my first day here! What could I have done to make him look at me that way? Then the light shifts and I suddenly feel like I recognize him.him and it's almost as if he recognizes me! But no. That's impossible. I must be going crazy..
Ugh, and I was thinking today was starting off so well.

The class (history) is over now and I make my way to the door. That boy has been staring at me like the very sight of me is causing him physical pain. I just want to get out of here! Leave this weird morning in the past and get on with my day!
"Skyler!" Mr. Woods, my teacher, calls. "Skyler, I've been calling to you for the last 5 minutes! I need you to sign this slip proving you made it to class."
"Oh sure, one second!" I reply as I pack up my book bag and head over to Mr. Woods' desk.

Blake is still staring at the girl Woods called Skyler. How could someone who caused such destruction look so, normal! He had been studying her all class period and the longer he looked at her, the less he hated her. How could he hate someone whose face was so open and trust-worthy? Skyler is average height yet her appearance is anything but. With jet black hair and creamy rose skin, Skyler had a way of sticking out as the prettiest girl in the room, but without her knowing it. That ignorance just made her even more beautiful.
"BLAKE!" he thinks to himself, "this is the person who made everything you have ever known disappear! You can't let her looks deceive you."
Yet, Blake starts to second guess himself. "You can hardly remember what happened that night, you could have hit your head and dreamt the whole up!" he tries to convince himself.
It doesn't work.
A memory like that is too terrible to be a dream.
She killed his parents and he is going to find out why.