The next day at school, I was sure I would’ve dreamed those hot guys that had joined us at school; no one would willingly come to this small town. Yet there they stood on the steps of the school almost like they were waiting for me. Why would they be waiting for me though? I shivered, turning away from them. “Can I just skip today?” I asked, looking up at my mother.
“Mija, don’t start. Those boys are nice. You should at least be polite to them. You don’t have any friends.”
“I don’t care. I prefer it that way,” I muttered, crossing my arms over my chest. I glared at the brick building with hatred. Friends only ever stabbed you in the back later anyway. “Can’t I just stay home today?”
“Get out of the car, mija. Now.”
“But Mom…” I reached for the door handle only to find the door being pulled out of my reach. Turning my head, I nearly screamed. “Oh!” The blonde guy with the dark eyes was standing next to my mom’s car holding open my door.
“Hello, my name is Sam. Do you need any help with your bag?”
“Oh, such a gentleman!” I could almost imagine my mother swooning beside me. “Give him your bag! Let him help you!” she hissed.
I gritted my teeth and shook my head. “Excuse me,” I muttered, squeezing out the door trying hard not to touch him. “I don’t need any help. Thanks anyway.” I tried to shut the door, but he was still holding the handle. “Let go.”
“I can close it. If you close it right now, you will slam your finger in the door.” Geeze, he had the polite speech to go with his gentleman attitude.
“Just let go,” I muttered, jerking on the door. He released it, and just like he’d said, I slammed my finger. “Ow! Fuck!” I pulled open the door and jerked my hand back to me, examining my thumb. I turned to look at Sam, prepared to blame him, but he’d already walked away back toward the school.
Watching him walk toward the glass doors of the school, a sudden image of him with red eyes and pointed canines made me shiver, and he turned back to look at me. I thought I saw a hint of a smile, but he was so far away, I had to have imagined it. Besides, there’s no way he saw the image in my head… right? Man, I really needed to stop reading those fantasy books. Trudging inside, I walked down the boring, white hallway passing numerous metal lockers as I headed for mine. Standing in front of it was another one of the guys from the group. He was the one with the red fur that covered his arms, and he had a short beard and mustache too. I had to tilt my head up to even get a look at him as he turned around to face me.
“Hey,” he said, grinning. “You need this for English, right?” He held out the English textbook to me. My locker was wide open behind him.
“How did you open my locker?” I demanded, snatching the book from him and reaching around him to slam my locker shut.
“Relax, babe. I’m just trying to be nice,” he said, holding his hands up. “The name’s Frederick.”
Another image crossed my mind this time—a red wolf with bright green eyes. Why did I get the feeling that the wolf was the guy in front of me? Shaking my head, I stepped away from Frederick. It helped to meet his gaze and glare at him. “Yeah, okay. I need to get to class.”
Or to a psychiatrist. Or a priest. I turned around to head for the door across the hall wedged between two groups of twenty-five lockers.
“See you around, babe!”
“Oh, my god,” I muttered. “My name is not babe.” I reached for the door handle.
“In his defense, you didn’t actually give him a name.”
I shrieked, spinning around. The guy with the hazel eyes was standing there as if he’d followed me from my locker. “What the hell is with you guys? Aren’t there other girls you could stalk and bother?” I grumbled. I didn’t know whether I should’ve been creeped out or kind of thrilled that five hot guys were taking an interest in me.
“We prefer bothering you,” he said with a smirk. The image that crossed my mind this time was of a creature that appeared to be part angel, part demon. His hands were opposite, one appearing human and the other with red scales and black claws. It was the same with his feet, and he had one, red, scaly wing and another feathery, white wing. “Something wrong?”
“No,” I blurted out, turning away from him. “Bug off.”
Instead of backing off, he opened the classroom door for me and followed me into the room. Right, how could I escape them when they were in my classes? “So, what is your name anyway?”
I sighed. “If I tell you, will you leave me alone?”
“Maybe. Maybe not. Is it worth a shot to tell me anyway?”
Rolling my eyes, I shook my head. “It’s Valora. Will you bug off now?”
“Valora? What an amazing name. The name’s Alec.” I had hoped he would just go to his seat now, but he followed me to mine instead. “So, Sam gave you quite a scare this morning, huh?”
“I’m not afraid of him,” I argued. “He just startled me. Who the heck comes up to help people out of their cars anymore? That’s just weird.” I sat down in my seat and set my books on my desk, staring at them. Why were none of my “fuck off” signals working on this guy?
Alec shrugged. “That’s just Sam for you. See you after class?”
“As if I have a choice,” I muttered.
Luckily, the school seemed to have pulled out some extra desks out of storage, and I no longer had to deal with those five sitting behind me staring at me. Now, they were scattered around the classroom. That didn’t stop most of them from glancing at me now and then, making me feel completely weird. One of the five, the one with blue eyes who hadn’t stalked me yet, was sitting directly before me bundled up in this thick sweater that didn’t make any sense in our gentle spring weather, and he didn’t dare turn around. It didn’t stop me from having a vision of him with these translucent teal wings. There was definitely something wrong with my head.
My focus was even worse than it usually is, and I tried my hardest not to stare at the kid who’d had green hair yesterday because today he had bright orange hair. It was distracting when you saw it out of the corner of your eye, and I already had concentration issues. Why hadn’t anyone told him that those hair colors weren’t allowed?
By the end of the day, I was sure my eye was twitching, and I was disappointed when my mother’s white SUV wasn’t already waiting outside. Maybe she’d gotten distracted making a dinner she’d seen on the Food Network. Rolling my eyes, I started the long walk home.