ALINA
Zion cleared his throat, his anchoring stare never leaving me, "Are you okay?" He asked emotionlessly. Almost as if he didn't really care but asked out of courtesy.
My words escaped me yet again, just like this morning, and I stood there as mute as a headless chicken. I found the energy in me to give him a slight nod before feeling a hand wrap around my arm, pulling me away and also bringing me back to my senses.
"What was that?" Max quipped, glaring at me with skepticism in his eyes. It wasn't like me to freeze up because I wasn't a shy person. I wasn't outspoken either, I was somewhere in the middle and I was happy for that because that meant I wasn't socially awkward.
"I... I don't know," I admitted, "I get a strange feeling when he's around and he always seems to be around." I shook my head as I tried to rid my mind of what had just happened.
"I'm surprised you didn't have a creative reply to him," Max quirked an eyebrow at me as we made our way to AP math class.
"You're lucky I don't stuff you into a locker for what you did. It was all your fault. I would have preferred to kiss the filthy floor than to have landed in his stupid arms," I whined, "Who was on the phone anyway?"
"Just Sophia, checking up on us. I didn't get much of a chance to talk to her since you were busy gazing into that guy's eyes." He began making kissing sounds and I nearly hit him upside the head.
Shooting Max a deadly glare, I mumbled more too myself than anything else, "I just hope I don't have to run into him for the rest of the day."
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Today must have been the worst day of my entire existence. Each time I whispered the words of not wanting to see the new kid he somehow showed up seconds later. He was evil incarnate and I couldn't find a way to send him from where he came. There was only one class we didn't have together and that was psychology. I had no idea what he had when I had that class but I prayed that he wouldn't somehow show up in the one class I was free of him. We even did Latin like me and surprisingly, he was excellent at speaking the language fluently.
Max offered me a ride home after school but I declined thinking that the fresh autumn breeze would do me some good. It wasn't too cold nor too warm out. The weather was just perfect for a stroll. The leaves on the tall trees that lined the sidewalk had started to brown and fall to the now paling grass around it. A wind whisked through the air that awakened goosebumps throughout my body. I loved this autumn weather. It made me feel free.
A loud honk of a car that seemed to be trailing me brought me back to reality. I turned around, wide-eyed when I saw who it was. I knew my face had an unpleasant expression decorating it since I didn't care to hide my annoyance.
"Lina right?" The new kid asked with a smug smile tugging at his pink, heart-shaped lips. They looked too good, too perfect to belong to someone like him but it was always the jerks blessed with the Godly good looks.
I rolled my eyes, displeased at the fact he used my pet name, "Alina Hart!" I specified, stressing each name so he wouldn't have the chance to forget it.
"So she speaks," he said in a fake shock that made me want to grab my pocket knife and engrave the word 'dipshit' on his shiny black car, "You didn't even speak to me in chemistry or when I tried speaking to you. I was beginning to think you were mute."
I offered him a tight smile as I continued walking and he kept trailing me with his car, "I'm sure Megan must have cleared up your doubts about me." For some reason, my tone sounded scornful but I truly wasn't.
"Megan, yeah. She's an interesting one," the end of his lips quirked into a suggestive smirk matching his tone. The smirk was worse than the smug grin he had. And by worse, I meant annoyingly attractive.
"What do you want new kid?" I was growing increasingly frustrated by his presence. All I wanted was a calm walk home in peace and usually, that wouldn't have been difficult to do but this boy clearly had it out for me.
"Well Alina," he trailed off, "We started off on a bad note and I figured I'd have to deal with you for the whole semester considering you're in all my classes. So, what I'm getting at is, could I give you a ride home?"
"No thanks, new kid. I'm good!"
"It's Zion, Zion Collins," he laughed, completely unfazed by my rejection of his offer.
"I know your name, you introduced yourself in every class." It was quite amusing to watch because he seemed to be uncomfortable in front of crowds. He had the tendency of shifting from one leg to the other continuously, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand and stuttering after saying every third word. He exuded confidence but when it came to speaking in front of a multitude of people he became nervous.
"And yet you still call me new kid?" He voiced, pulling me out of my thoughts.
"You're new, you're a kid. I see no problem here," I shrugged.
"You're something else, Alina." He made sure to stress my name the way I did before continuing, "You sure you don't want that ride home. You might find me more appealing if you gave it a chance."
I stared at the rain clouds above head that were rolling into town really fast. It wouldn't be long until they hovered above me a burst open. I thought over his offer before finally jumping into his sporty looking black BMW.
Here goes nothing!
ZIONWho would of expected that I, Zion Collins, would get laid on the first day in a new school. It didn't even take me that long. It was a new record for me. I'd admit, it was unconventional and pretty risky to do it behind the bleaches but it worked out just fine. That Megan girl got what she wanted and I got what I wanted.Everything about that school seemed to be dull and boring like every other except this one had many more promiscuous girls than the other schools I had the displeasure of attending.One girl, however, had a different energy to her. She was unlike anything I had ever encountered. She was different from every mortal I encountered. I had the same effect on her as I did with everyone else but there was just something about her. I couldn't put my finger on it.She was strikingly beautiful, entrancing me the moment my eyes met her greyish orbs. Her luscious, dark hair curl
ZIONOur house was located in a very secluded area of town. From the outside it had a scary appearance due to the black and grey exterior. Large black gates stood firm at the entrance of the cobblestone driveway to stop unwanted guests from trespassing. There were tall trees all over the yard that had a lack of leaves on them since it was autumn.The back yard was basically a huge field with dry, brownish grass. There was no way anyone could see anything that happened in our massive backyard because of how high the stone fencing was. It was why my father bought this particular house in the first place.The more secluded the better. That way we could practice magic without the possibility of being seen. Every house I had ever lived in had the same dark, mystic demeanor as this house. It almost looked as if it was haunted and with the black storm clouds that were rolling in, the house looked gloomy and petri
ZIONFlinging my school bag over my shoulder, I entered the school building for another daunting day at the miserable place. Just like yesterday, everybody stopped what they were doing to stare at me with their undying attention. I refrained from the urge to roll my eyes. It was as if they had never seen a teenage boy before.Alina was already at her locker when I arrived at the mine, a blonde girl kneeling against the lockers next to her and laughing. The girl was shorter than Alina and much curvier. She had deep blue eyes and plump pink lips to match. Her hair was cropped short, to her shoulders and wavy which matched her outfit of black high waist jeans and a black tube top. A leather jacket and boots finished her look.I took my time walking to my locker as I shifted my gaze to Alina who was having an animated conversation with her friend. Her hands moved everywhere, almost hitting a poor boy who was w
ZIONShe did her best to avoid me for the rest of the day. If she found me taking a seat beside her then she would trade seats with someone to get away from me. Most, if not all of the girls she traded seats with were thrilled by her offer, grabbing the sliver of a chance to talk to me. I hated it, every minute of it. She could see how much I despised it and she took pleasure in watching my annoyance grow.And yet I still wanted to be near her, to speak to her. I was clearly losing my shit.The only class we didn't share was economics. I couldn't help but wonder what elective she chose in its place. My economics teacher was young for her age and I was certain every boy in the class chose this elective just so they could drool over her like pathetic dogs. Ms. Fielding ignored the whistles, flirtatious looks and constant ogling from the students as best she could. It surprised me that the attention
ZION I sat outside the principles office as I waited for my parents to show up. Kendra sat silently beside me. Her friends sitting opposite us. It surprised me that she hadn't gone with them, she chose to sit with me although we just met not even an hour ago. The boy I punched held an ice pack to his swelling eye. A purple bruise beginning to form."I didn't peg you for the guy who had problems controlling his anger," Kendra decided to open her mouth and I was suddenly wishing that she decided to sit with the group instead of with me, "The guy you punched, his name is Brady Hampshire. His father is the richest man in town and the biggest dick if you asked me. They're going to do anything to make your life hell now just because of that."I scoffed at the thought of someone making my life worse than it was already, "He probably won't have the chance because I may not be returning tomorrow." This school was
ZIONI sat with my father in the lounge as he looked over the plans for the house. He planned to tear the entire house down and build it from scratch, making it look like a mansion. If it were up to my father, he would build a huge home making it look like something the grim reaper would live in but thanks to my mother, there was going to be color in the house. She already began clearing all dead trees in the front yard, hiring a landscaper to decorate the place to make it look more inviting.My father tossed a book toward me, not even looking up from the sheet of blue paper displayed on the coffee table, "After what you did today, I'm not entirely sure I want to help you anymore but, it doesn't seem like I have a choice. Go through the book. Some of the things in there may or may not help you."The book had no name, just a leathery brown plain cover, and the brown pages inside where tatted and torn from m
ZION"You're evil," I croaked, sucking in a sharp breath before shoving my head into the toilet and regurgitating the contents of my stomach. Whatever was in that mac and cheese clearly was lethal and I should have figured that out the moment I saw no one else eating it. Today, of all days, today was the day Kendra chose to initiate our bet and I finally understood why."Look, I expected you to eat one bite and spit it out. No one asked you to be a macho man and eat the entire serving," Kendra taunted, standing outside the stall and laughing at me.I honestly felt as if I was dying! I just didn't want to seem weak and spit out the horrid shit the moment I put it in my mouth so I took it like a man, and completed the entire serving. Not even two minutes after eating the mac and cheese, I had to race into the restroom to throw up. Kendra allowed herself to follow behind, slipping h
ZION"I'll wack you over the head with this textbook and maybe, just maybe, some sense would get knocked into you," Alina threatened, her words holding so much conviction that it actually scared me slightly.I pulled the textbook out of her hand with my free one and with the arm I had on her shoulders, I led her toward the lunch tables outside. The textbook read 'The Science behind Psychology' and I nearly scoffed at that, "Psychology isn't a science, it's allowing any nosey son of a bitch to make a quick buck by listening to other people's depressing lives. I bet the only reason they do it is to make themselves feel better about themselves like if he's life is crappier than mine then all's good with the world."When she quirked her brow at me I couldn't help but stare in awe. She made the simple action look like an art, that's how perfectly raised her one brow was compared to the other. I held th