If I remember right, it's .04% of the population of the world. The 'infected'. Is that what they're called, still? Probably. I'm just an average student. Some people even call me 'the emo kid'. I have a place in the world, though it may not be big, I want to keep it. I won't accept it. I can't be one of them. I have enough problems already.
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So what if I hurt him? He obviously doesn't care. But that's not my point. I don't understand him, but I understand something, all right: if I let him stay here, he'll get caught. He knows what I am. I know what he is. Even if I'm one of them, too... well, I'm used to hiding it. I'm good at it. But he isn't. And he didn't even know he was one of them until I told him. That's pathetic.
"It's amazing enough that he wasn't already found out and incinerated." I said, shrugging.
"So what're you going to do about it? Just give him a few tips and leave?"
"Well, no. Dipstick. What kind of person would I be if I let them burn him?" I replied, a faint smile of my face. It was a lie. I was nervous.
"You know... helping him puts you in danger of being found out, too. They'll take you to the lab." He sighed.
"I know." I said, shrugging. The lab is, well, torture. I'd rather die.
"Then why are you doing it?" He asked.
"Because I like him." I said briefly.
"There's plenty of other witches to drink from." He stated. "I just don't want you, my best friend, get hurt."
"I don't just like him for his blood. I'm sure it's something else about him." I said, getting offended. 'It couldn't be that. At least... I don't want to think that's he only reason why I want him around'.
He once told me no one knows the real him.I didn't think he meant it, and not in a good way. He is a straight A student, and everyone knows it, not to mention he is on the swim team. All that though isn't the real him, the real him hides deep within himself.
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"Can you please tell me what that was?" I nearly shout at him. All I get is silence. He keeps his back to me. "Please, I need some explanation." I beg. I stay still as he stops dead in his tracks. His body is tense and it's scarring me. He turns around slowly to face me with his hands at his sides. His eyes meet mine, but there is no spark of any emotion in them. They are cold and dark making me look away not being able to hold his deadly stare. I feel uneasy under his gaze, and i feel his eyes burning a hole in the side of my face.
"No, I won't explain because it's not important." He says in a low, almost, growl. I flinch and look back into his eyes. I feel hurt by his words and I don't know why, but I know he sees it in my eyes. His faces flashes with regret but it's quickly covered up with his faces going back to it's hard cold look. I feel my heart stop and my face go pale. His look terrified me making me hold my breath.
"Breath." He orders. I start to breathe again and just blink at him. "Now go." He orders me again. I flinch involuntarily at his tone and jump back slightly.
"Please don't let me walk home alone." I beg in a quiet voice, looking down at my feet. The next thing I see are his black combat boots right in front of my shoes. I look up into his eyes and he looks down into mine confusion written all over his face.
"How come you aren't running yet?" He questions searching my eyes.
"I just can't walk home alone, please I'm scared." I hear him chuckle.
"You aren't afraid of me? What can possibly be scarier than me?" He asks.
"Well, I know you will keep me safe."
"Why is that?" He questions raising an eyebrow at me.
"You haven't hurt me."
"Yet." He mutters, but I roll my eyes.