Goddess in Training
I have been working on this for a while now. It is another story that I want to publish, but I want another opinion on. I hope that you enjoy it. I will be updating it soon. Enjoy.
Some say that the end is just the beginning – that is freaking bullcrap. The end is never the beginning. How could it be? The end is the end, and the beginning is the beginning. That is why we have these labels.
No matter how or when you begin every choice, every decision, and every move that you make leads to the end; whether it is the end of the line, end of the story, or end of your life.
Or so I used to think. Sometimes, a door needs to be closed for another one to be opened.
So here is my beginning.
I sat in homeroom, staring up at the ceiling, trying to listen to the teacher drone on and on about something boring in history. I never pay attention in history. It's my least favorite subjects, but surprisingly, the only one that I have an A in.
I knew most of this stuff anyway. So even if I wasn't paying attention, I could answer questions correctly when asked. It comes in handy on those days that I really don't want to listen to Mr. Asher's zombie voice.
I am not joking, he sounds like a zombie.
When the hour was over, I grabbed my MCR bag from off of the dingy carpet next to me. The carpet in my school was super gross. It was once a dandelion yellow color. It looks like it hasn't been deep cleaned since it was put in nearly 40 years ago.
I made my way through the crappy hallway. It was way too narrow, even more so with the lockers. The lockers were once a nice pale blue color, I've been told but are now peeling and worn down to bare metal in some areas.
I found my locker quickly. It was right next to the cafeteria. I put my bag inside for safe keeping before heading in for lunch. After grabbing a couple of pizza slices, an apple, and a Dr. Pepper, I made my way over to my favorite spot next to my best friend, Emma Wright. She was a cute blond with a similar style to my own – punk.
Today she had hot pink strips in her pixie cut hair. It looked awesome.
"ALEX!" She shrieked. She may look the part, but she sounded like a 12-year-old instead of 15. I laughed. I didn't know why I hung out with someone who was two years younger than me. But maybe it's because we are so similar.
"Have you seen Mr.-Statue-of-Apollo yet?" She asked. "He's about your age, but I'd so hit that." She sighed. I ignored her ramblings for the moment, trying to focus on my lunch. "C'mon, he's staring right at you."
"Gross." I scrunched up my face as I peeled off the pepperonis from my pizza. I just did not like them. They were gross and oily and not even that tasty. I have never liked them, even when I was younger.
"Is it from what I said, or the dreaded pepperonis?" Emma joked as she reached over the table and took them off of my green food tray. She popped them into her mouth one by one. She absolutely loves pepperoni.
"Can't they get cheese pizza? Or veggie pizza?" I asked.
Emma made a grossed out face and asked "Who wants to put veggies on their pizza. That's gross,"
All I did in response was roll my eyes. She and I usually communicate using eye rolls.
"Mr. Apollo is staring at you." Emma giggled. My eyes followed to where she was looking. My eyes fell upon a tall blond with very strange eyes. They were so light blue; they hovered on the edge of gray. They were near hypnotizing. If it wasn't for the arrogant look he was giving me, I might not have looked away.
"Wow, he is so hot," Emma whispered to me, poking my arm.
"He looks like a jerk. Maybe a little self-centered, and a whole lot of…"
"Hot!" Emma interjected. I playfully punched her arm from across the table.
"Arrogant, I was going with arrogant." I gave Emma a piercing look. She just shrugged. She turned around to look at him. She basically started to bounce in her seat.
"Alex! Here comes your man!" I saw him heading towards us. I rolled my eyes. Again.
"I bet that he's just as arrogant as he looks," I stated before taking a bite of my pizza. I glanced up when a shadow fell over me. He wore all black. His fitted tee showed off his muscular arms, and his long pants have a lot of pockets. The pants looked like they belonged with the military if they wore black instead of camo.
"Hello," He said as he slid into the seat next to Emma. She just about had a heart attack. His voice held an accent, making his voice come off a little musical. His face, though beautiful, held a certain hardness that made him look as if he was a living, breathing statue.
"My name is Seth," He smiled. It was a little smug, but I bet that most girls would be head over heels over it. Me, not so much. I would rather be staring at pepperonis than him. Yeah, that's how much I didn't like him.
"Can I help you, Seth? Like, find your way out of our area?" I smiled sweetly. He tipped his head back and laughed. It was a really nice laugh. It was rich and vigorous, as well as musical, like his voice.
"You ladies never told me your names," He commented. He was arrogant and smug. And his smugness never seemed to fade. I didn't want to answer him, but Emma did.
"I'm Emma, and this is Alex," She said. He didn't even look at her. Only at me. He gave me another smug smile. I rolled my eyes. Why couldn't he just leave me alone?
"Alex, is it? Isn't that a boy's name?" He asked. I raised one of my eyebrows.
"Yeah, so? Why would you care?" I said, trying showing him I was not interested, but maybe deep down I still cared what other people thought of me.
To my surprise, he just chuckled. He looked me right in the eyes. The way he was looking at me made his eye color just plain creepy.
"Well aren't you a feisty one. I like it. It's entertaining." Seth said as he tipped his head to the side. I smiled.
"Really because I don't find you entertaining at all; in fact, I find you annoying," I told him.
"Well, I find you delightful," Emma interjected. Again he didn't seem to notice. Wow, he was a jerk.
"Emma, can you come to the bathroom with me?" I asked her sweetly.
"Can't you go by yourself? I want to keep him company," She couldn't stare at Seth any harder if she tried. I rolled my eyes again and stood up. I made my way to the girl's bathroom. It too was way gross.
The tiles were filthy and caked in so much junk. There was always one stall where someone forgot to flush, and the mirrors were covered in lipstick phone numbers for booty calls and sex. It looked like it was a bathroom for a club. Trust me, I know, Emma drags me to them sometimes. I went through my conversation between Seth and me again and again.
I got a vibe that he was avoiding talking to Emma. Why, I have no idea. I stood in front of one of the sinks, gripping the edge. I stood there for a moment before the bathroom door opened. I shrieked and spun around. I smacked my hip into the sink.
"Wow, girl, you scream very loud," Emma said as she uncovered her ears. I sighed with relief.
"Oh, my gosh Emma you scared the crap out of me," I placed a hand over my racing heart. She started giggling.
"Sorry," She gave me a hug. I smiled.
Hoping to change the subject I asked "So, what's up?" She sighed. She clearly was irritated now.
"Seth is a jerk. Every time that I said something about myself, all he did was ask about you. It was irritating. I mean, it was like all I was to him was a history book about your life!" She ranted. She sounds funny when she rants. Her voice gets higher and higher in pitch the longer she talks.
I had to resist the urge to laugh.
"Why is he so interested in me?" But I already knew the answer to my question. I turned back to the dirty mirror. It was my purple eyes. They drew everyone in. My mother even told me that when the doctor saw them after I was born that he gasped at their beauty. I loved my eyes. They were rare. They were unique. Not even my mother had them. And no one that I have seen has had them.
They were not too dark, and not too light. They were not too dark, and not too light. They were a purple, almost amethyst color.
"I don't know. There are a lot more interesting girls here. Like anyone of the cheerleader's or popular girls," Emma answered.
"Whoa, I'm plenty interesting!" I got defensive. She just gave me a look.
"Alex, sweety, I love you, but I'm sorry to say this but... when was the last time you went and had fun? Actually... when was the last time you even talked to a guy that was interested in you, other than Seth?" She asked. I thought about that for a moment. I don't go out much anymore since mom started her new job. And sure plenty of guys are interested in me, but there's only been one person I actually dated. But he moved away last year.
"We should head back, actually, lunch is almost over, " she continued, looking at her phone. I nodded. I followed her out of the bathroom and back to where we sat in the cafeteria.
Seth smiled when he saw us. It wasn't the smug one that he used earlier. It was the nice one that I had seen once earlier. Seth was still sitting at our table with our uneaten food.
"Welcome back," I couldn't tell if he was sincere or not. I rolled my eyes yet again. As you can tell, I really like rolling my eyes at people who irritate me. He chuckled.
Why couldn't he just leave me alone?
It turns out I got back in time for the bell to ring. I took a couple of bites of my pizza, before getting up and throwing the rest away. I didn't even say goodbye. Emma and I walked out into the hall together.
"I'll see you later Emma!" I called out and headed to my locker. I grabbed my bag and my Biology textbook. After I closed my locker I went to Mr. Argo's room. I had Biology II with him. I told him one time that it would have been funnier if he was teaching ancient history with his last name. I think he would make it interesting for me.
He wasn't good at making Biology fun, but the history behind the scientific discoveries. That part of history he made interesting. I was able to pay attention at this.
I completely stalled when I walked into his class. Next to my usual seat was him. This was so not happening.