The Merboy's Mine

Two

        I wonder what newcomers would think when they step in to see this.

        That is my only thought as I, along with the rest of the cheering students, watch in anticipation as one of the gods-in-training balance a cup of milk on their forehead. I hear the girls screaming for him, and I can kind of see why--he's a god-in-training. The To-Be Cupid. I watch him intently, sipping my drink, my eyes fixated on the wobbling cup.
        

         A smirk comes to my face. There's no way he's gonna make it. The liquid sloshing around in the cup is throwing him off, and the way he's staggering to keep his balance on the cafeteria table bench (Why he's standing on it in the first place, I have no idea.)
        

        The girls continue to cheer him on, and it feels like they're screaming in my ears. I feel annoyed, but I can kind of agree. As far as I know, this Cupid is much different from his superior. Whereas the superior god has golden, straight hair and slightly darker skin, his heir possesses a dark mop of curly, tufty hair and a fairer complexion, with crystal blue eyes and a full smile. Kind of opposites, I suppose.
        

        As soon as the milk topples, and everyone 'aww's, a man steps up to the front of the cafeteria, one of the cooks, Medusa, letting out a shrill whistle. Everyone falls silent and I turn in my seat to get a better look. We all fix our eyes on the principal, the Alpha of a nearby werewolf clan. I watch him in admiration. He and my father are well acquainted, our clans closely tied as well, and he knows me pretty well, too. His eyes meet mine and I give a small wave. He doesn't acknowledge it, but I don't mind. After all, he's got a reputation to keep up. 

        He clasps his hands together, and we all sit straighter. Maybe it's because he's kind of intimidatng. Standing at 6.5, with a strong jawline, hard, narrowed, dark red eyes and broad shoulders, he towers above us. Then, he begins to speak, his voice deep, strong and full of dominance. "Well, I have good news and bad news," before any of us can react, he continues. "Bad news first. One of our two new students has gone MIA. Her whereabouts are currently unknown."

        I can hear some of the students, mainly the males, let out soft grans and hear wistful mutters such as, "Aw, it was a girl? Dang it. . ." and "I hope she's alright." More murmurs arise, clouding my ears and making my head spin slightly. Excellent hearing isn't always beneficial. A rest my chin on my palm, my elbow propped up on one of the tables.

        Soon, our prinicpal clears his throat and crosses his arms and we all fall silent again, freezing as his gaze flies over all of us. "And now the good news. We have managed to find one of the students. He is here with us. His name is Esimir."

        Esimir. I let the name play on my tongue. It feels so familiar, even though I know for a fact I've never heard it before. It feels nice on my lips, the way it slides through my teeth and wraps around my voice. I hear footsteps and my golden gaze is drawn to the front of the cafeteria once more. All of a sudden, my heart pounds and I have to bite my lip to keep from crying out.

        Of course, my eyes instantly connect with the new student's. His gaze brightens in recognition and I give him a mild glare. I hope he can read my look, which says 'Don't. Say. A. Thing.' To my chagrin, he just smiles and his turquoise eyes sparkle. The principal follows his gaze and meets mine. I gulp, fidgeting with my hands. I can feel other eyes on me, and I whimper just a little, before lowering my head.

        Then, the alpha continues, introducing him. Esimir. That's the name of the mate I ran away from yesterday. He's standing there, still looking at me, just. . .watching. My eyes widen and I pale, even for my golden browned complexion. That didn't classify as a rejection, did it? I didn't reject him when I ran away. . .I was just scared. I look up once more, stealing a glance at the silver haired teen. I study his features. His skin is still so pale, and when I look closer I can see a slight tint of blue, which accentuates his cheeks and his temples. My wolf still seems to be jumpy and I can hear her now, the way she's freaking out.