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I love storms.
The lone statement sits on the line below my name and today's date, mocking me from it's place on the mostly-empty parchment.
My first assignment at this strange new school is to write twenty things that I like and ten things I don't. The 'don't like' part will be easy, it's the 'like' part I keep getting stuck on......
I could put down a bunch of things I couldn't care less about, but then my classmates wouldn't get the correct impression of me. Their first impression wasn't very good because I'd arrived late. Then when I tried to explain that my alarm clock's batteries had died in the middle of the night, I stuttered so badly that even I forgot what I was trying to say.
Storms don't judge me like people do. I'd like to believe that it's because they see everyone's flaws, but I know that it's because storms are unable to think. Therefore they simply tumble through the atmosphere, chaotically colliding and combining their strengths before dissipating into nothing.
Lazily gazing out my window I watch the black clouds heavy with rain as my transparent reflection watches me. Green eyes shining with the same bored light that I feel. Straight, black hair cascading to slouched shoulders covered in a light green cotton sweater. The sleeves end at my knuckles, but that's alright, I like them there. My petite figure makes me look quite fragile, I had to reassure my old friends that I wouldn't snap in half if they hugged me.
"Mi-a!" a high, sing-song voice calls. "Time for dinner!"
I knew she would call me down soon, I could smell the chicken parmesan for a while now. I rise from my chair and push it back under the dark cherrywood desk before leaving the four walls of my sanctuary to attend 'family dinner'. I descend slowly, making sure my foot is securely placed on each stair.
My mother examines me at the door, playful scrutiny in her warm blue-gray eyes. The only time she looks at me like that is when she's invited someone over.
"Who is it this time?" I sigh, wishing to escape another bad first impression and loose myself in screeching guitars and well written, yet barely understood, lyrics.
It stuns me how little we have in common, even our features are nothing alike. She's a bouncing ball of tan and pink with beautiful blond curls that makes friends with just about everyone. She's also about ten times more voluptuous than I'll ever be. Her voice is always calm and cheerful, even when everything goes wrong. Not to mention that every cooking device on the planet loves her...
Only in one area do I surpass her. The woman couldn't carry a tune even if I milked it into a bucket for her.
"Oh Mia, you'll love him!" she exclaims, the slightest bit of pink showing through her flawless make-up. No doubt embarrassed that I'd read her so easily.
"If you like him, I automatically don't." I say, allowing the slightest edge into my normally bored voice. Reaching a hand into the pocket of my jeans to retrieve my MP3 player, the last thing I would expect is a deep silky voice sliding against my eardrums.
"You're not even giving me a chance?" It says. "How upsetting."
A tall male steps into the kitchen, skin a light tan and eyes of molten dark chocolate.
Not the ordinary dark chocolate either, the 'Special Dark' that's so healthy for you but so damn good that it has to be bad.
His hair is only shades lighter and dangerously close to hanging in his eyes. His peach-colored lips wear a smirk while he wears ripped jeans and a black undershirt.
My eyes meet his. I notice a dominating nature in the swirling chocolate pools of iris and I don't like it. I glare back at him, challenging him with a straight posture and plenty of fake confidence. His smirk grows into a grin as he chuckles.
"You don't have to act tough around me Kitty." He says. "I'm not the enemy you think I am."
"No, you're probably worse." I reply, spitting the words like frozen poison. "And don't call me Kitty!"
My mother quickly steps between us, suggesting that we should start dinner before the food gets cold.
Needless to say, my mother directed the conversation during dinner. I only replied when I had to, otherwise I kept silent.
I feel a little more than relieved when he says that he has to return home. My mother cheerily suggests that I walk our guest to the door, Vladd wholeheartedly agrees. I push back from my chair and walk to the door, not really in the mood for friendly farewells. Observing normal hostess courtesy, I say good night and go to open the door for him. His hand stops mine on the doorknob.
"I guess I'll see you at school tomorrow." he says. "G'night Kitty." He brings his face closer to me, pressing his mouth against mine. I promptly pull myself away from him and deliver a firm backhand to his cheek.
"Get Out." I growl, wrenching my hand out from under his. He chuckles, bringing a hand to his cheek.
"That's something I haven't felt in a while. Courting you is going to be fun." He says before stepping out the door. Slamming the door behind him, I storm back up to my room and start my 'Don't Like' list. The first thing I put, Vladd Arturo.
I walk into my first block class the following day, ignoring the smirk from a certain individual whom I didn't notice until today and sink into my seat with a deep scowl. The teacher starts class by asking everyone to pass up their homework. When he gets to my row, he notices that there's only one thing under my 'like' list, and twenty-nine things under my 'don't like' list. He frowns as he studies it momentarily, then moves on to the next row as he collects the papers. Placing the stack in a neat pile on his desk, the short, fat man goes on with the lesson for today. I tried to pay attention, yet couldn't help but stare at his bald spot as he writes on the chalkboard.
In one of the few moments when my trace was broken due to the teacher turning around, I hear him say something about a 'learning experience'. Something close to anxiety tightens in my chest at the thought of having to approach a stranger and ask them to be my partner if we do participate in such activities. Well, I do know one person in this class, but I would never go crawling to him and beg him to be my partner.
The teacher turns toward the class once again, breaking the spell his receding hairline put me under, announcing that he would be assigning the pairs so no one felt uncomfortable or left out. I silently thanked him, wondering who I would get paired with. As he began listing the names of the people who would work together I listened intently.
"And Mia Dulcise will work with Vladdimir Arturo; any questions?" He rasps. I should be raising my hand, I should be protesting and demanding that he switch my partner with someone else. Instead I just sit here dumbfounded while he passes out the outline for the activity.
After all of the papers are passed out he tells us to push our desks together. I feel a pair of dark chocolate eyes burning into the back of my neck, but I refuse to let it get the better of me. I look over the activity outline to see what will be required of me and I get a general idea of what I'm getting into. Spend an afternoon with your partner at his/her home. Lovely. A familiar deep voice chose this time to make itself known.
"That sounds like fun, but it'd have to be mine since I've already seen yours." Vladd speaks as he turns a vacant desk towards mine. "By the way Kitty, I like the ponytail." And to add discomfort to disgust he starts twirling my hair around in his fingers like we've known each other for years.
"Don't touch me." I snap while smacking his hand away. "And I thought I told you not to call me 'Kitty'."
"Well what else am I supposed to call you? Sweetie? Honey? Baby?" With every suggestion he leans a bit closer, making me more and more uncomfortable. "How about..." He pauses so he can whisper it in my face.
"Mine?"
I push him away as all the blood washes over my ears and face. I stutter an empty threat of 'Don't or else' but it only makes that stupid grin of his expand.
"Kitty it is."
 vampiress10000 · Thu Jul 15, 2010 @ 08:19pm · 0 Comments |
