Fallen Halo

Chapter Three: Arugmental

After gym, there was our guardian classes, all of which I went through without any problems. People did keep staring at me though, and not just from my class, the whole school was buzzing with Preceptor Lilth certainty with me becoming a guardian, oh, and that I kicked Gadreel's ass. I ignored the admiring stares and whispers, but it was very hard to, I suppose it was something to be proud of. But I wasn't the type that enjoys attention; in fact I try obscuring my self from other angels. 

After three hours of lessons, it was break. That's another thing about angels, we don't eat the regular food you mortals eat. We have this type of "energy drink" called Elixir. Of course we could eat regular meals, but we need the Elixir to give us the angel appearance and strength. As People drifted off in their groups to sit and chat for their heavenly fifteen minutes. I had managed to avoid Andrew and Clair, who were enjoying the attention way more than me.

I walked back to the empty gym; the loud hum of silence was almost eerie. My footsteps were unheard, since angels had a graceful way of walking. 

I dropped my bag down and sat against the wall, my back to the door. I liked silence, it can be peaceful, but it also can be deadly, kind of like me.

I took out one of the sandwiches my mum made, along with a crimson red apple, and the Elixir. Typical mother. Always thinks of my health. I dug in deeper of my bag, finding what I really needed. A note of encouragement from my Dad.

Have a good day enjoy.

                    . Dad

Good old dad, I smiled, imagining dad looking at me with his brilliant smile. My skin pickled, like when you feel the itch of someone's eyes on you. I looked up with surprise.

Over by the far corner, half hidden amongst the shadows stood a tall figure.

His skin was as pale as mine, shockingly in contrast with his raven hair that fell into his bright golden eyes. His body was well toned, but not too bulky, leaner, I'd say he looked about nineteen. Half shadows were cast across the plains of his face, making his high cheekbones and strong jaw sharper and defined than they would be in the light of the sun. Maybe it was the darkened corner in which he stood in, but it looked like he wore only black, blending in with the darkness. I stared back into those bright golden eyes of his, which were like the golden color you see at sunset, golden but a mixture. His expression was thoughtful, but something else shone in his bright eyes that made me shiver.

I raised my chin a little to meet his gaze full on, slightly challenging, but seriously, I was tired of being stared at and I just wanted to eat in peace.

His eyes widened ever so slightly with shock, but a seductive smile curved his full lips. Heavens knows why, but I found my cheeks burning at the slight intimate smile, of course, that made his playful smile all the more worse.

I had a strange urge to fan myself, the room had suddenly gone all hot and trust me, it wasn't just the room.

I stubbornly looked away, not wanting to have my cheeks aflame, but I found my eyes drifting back to the corner where he stood. Only, he wasn't there anymore.

***

The rest of the four hours spent during classes where all a blur, my mind constantly wondering about the mysterious guy in the gym. I was called on a few times to answer questions, to which I got all correct, earning approving looks from my preceptors. As we started our warm up for our fifteen-mile run, Clair poked me in between the shoulder blades.

"Ow," I muttered, glancing sharply up at Clair. "What was that for?"

"I've been trying to talk to you for the last five minutes." She accused, poking me again, only more gently. "What's up?" She asked, voice growing softer.