Chapter 2: The Boy
I realized just how weird and different it seemed outside the castle. It was like a completely new world of its own, but I knew it wasn't.
There were a few people walking around. One was a girl who looked a bit drunk and as she was staggering around, she looked up at me with these insanely beautiful blueish-purplish eyes with traces of gold in them that were so noticeable that you could see them from a mile away. Another was a man around the age of fifty who was actually sitting on a curb smoking weed and when he caught me staring, he smiled a wicked smile, showing me yellow rotten teeth. I held back a gag and kept walking North to who knows where. I was hoping to find a place to sleep since I took my parent's money from their drawer and stuffed it in my bag at the last minute. I have enough money to last a lifetime.
As I was walking down the street, my shadow sliding on the wall to the left of me, there was a boy about my age sitting by himself with his head in his hands. I didn't know what to say to him and I knew I should keep walking, but I stopped.
"Hi," I said shyly. Being one who has never talked to someone my same age, I wasn't sure how to act, but I sat next to him.
"What are you doing?" he said, not making eye contact.
"Are you okay?" I asked quietly, genuine care filling my voice.
"Yes, I'm fine." He didn't say anything after that so I just sat there awkwardly. His head stayed down and his fingers were shaking slightly. I might have been pampered my whole life, but I knew when someone wasn't okay. And this boy was not okay.
"Don't lie to me," I said, power coming into my voice. I wanted to show him that I wasn't scared of him.
"You should leave before something happens. Nothing good comes from being around me."
"I'm not leaving."
He looked at me weirdly like he expected me to just up and leave him. Like it was normal for people to come into his life and then suddenly leave. I was not going to be one of those people though. I was going to stick by his side. Maybe we could even become friends and he'd let me in. I mean... he was cute and I wanted to know him.
"I'm trying to find somewhere to sleep tonight, do you know any good places to stay?" I asked.
"Of course," he says. "There's one place up the road a ways and when you reach the-"
I cut him off. "No don't tell me. You don't need to."
"Why," he said, getting impatient.
"Because you are coming with me."
He had a look on his face that seemed to say I was crazy. I didn't care. He was coming whether he liked it or not.
I helped pick him up and he finally looked at me. His head was slightly cocked to the side when he took in my face. I was able to finally see his eyes and they were a green-gold. His eyes reminded me of mine. But instead of having green eyes, mine was blue. Mine was a light blue also with flecks of gold. He suddenly started walking the way I was already going before I saw him and we walked together to the place to stay.
We made it there after walking about seven blocks and the sign in front of us said, "Hotel Gold. Rooms only for gold-flecked eyes."
"What does that mean?" I asked him. He only laughed like I was joking and opened the door to let me in.
The guy in the front desk was looking at me with gold flecked eyes also, but he was older. He was wearing overalls that looked worn out from lots of use and he had a black T-shirt underneath that was fading to grey. The man took one look at me and my traveling companion and just smiled.
"Welcome to Hotel Gold," he said. "My name is Justin. If you need anything, let me know. It will be seven hundred and fifty bucks a night."
I gave him the money and the boy and I walked with the key up two stories until we got to room 205. I unlocked the door and saw that many people have used this room before. I was not used to sharing my bedroom with anyone so it was really new, but I knew that I shouldn't be too sensitive about it. So I placed my things on the bed while the boy went into the bathroom to check it out. The walls of the room had graffiti and the carpet had many stains that I didn't want to know about.
When the boy came out, he actually gave a small smile that surprised me. It wasn't the teeth showing kind, but the kind where the lips were closed and the corners went up a bit. Nevertheless, a smile is a smile. Even if it was almost barely noticeable. If someone wasn't paying extreme close attention, they probably wouldn't have seen it.
"So... this is a hotel?" I asked.
"Uh, yeah," he said, looking confused, like I was supposed to know what a hotel was.
"Ok, cool. This is so weird," I said looking around.
"You're weird," he said softly, thinking I wouldn't hear. I didn't say anything back to that though. I just sat on the bed trying to clear my thoughts and to understand what I did. My parents were totally going to freak out when they saw my stuff gone. What were they going to do? I really hoped that they wouldn't be mad at me. I was only trying to understand my place in this world and to explore for once in my life. They would understand that, right?
The boy has been staring at me the whole time as I sat here and I figured that it's time to know his name.
"What's your name?" I asked.
"My name is Rylan Forrest Keanu of the pack Night Walker, and you?"
"My name is Nerida Windsor," I say carefully, utterly confused.
"And your pack?" he asks, waiting for an answer I do not have.
"What do you mean?" I finally ask.
"You're a werewolf. Don't you have a pack?"