I couldn't believe it. The lanky black-haired "emo elf", who until this particular moment had been watching me from the other side of the park, had marched over with two coffees. Both of those coffees had ended up in my lap. I stood dripping while he babbled about how sorry he was.
"Ohmygod, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to... I was walking and...and I tripped but I mean... I'm really sorry" he had a light and almost feminine voice.
"It's fine, honestly. I wouldn't mind so much if it had been warm coffee" I said, trying to wie off some of the liquid.
Emo Elf stopped babbling and managed a smile. He had soft feautures but an almost elfin appearance. His face was a living oxymoron. Two studs graced the left side of his lip and his hair was styled with the sleek layers popular among the emo crowd. He was actually quite pretty.
"Seriously, though, I'm really sorry" he said.
This kid was starting to bug me. I was determined to keep a lid on my mood swings. They had been getting worse lately, after all it was roughly a month 'til my birthday. Fang had gotten me a present for controlling them. It was a brand new scarf. A red scarf. A scarf so warm and snuggly it felt like you had wrapped a toasted marshmallow around your neck. I had that scarf on during the coffee incident, I think that's what helped me stay calm.
"I'm Fate" Emo Elf said.
"Fate? Let me guess, you've got a sister called Destiny and a cousin called Cupid" I said and Fate laughed.
"If only it were that simple. Nah, my name's the biproduct of a mom who was expecting a baby girl, Faith".
"Ah, I see".
"And, uh, what's your name?" he asked a little nervously.
"Hallie, that's a nice name".
"Well, I better be off before this freezes" I said, pointing to the coffee which had already begun to crystalise.
"Oh, right. I'll see you around? And I'm really sorry".
I nodded and walked away, leaving Fate stood smiling in front of an empty bench. The day was drawing to a close, my breath appeared in clouds of steam before me. I looked up at the sky, the clouds were white and puffy. There would be snow any day soon. Dad had come back from California and got sent to Miami almost as soon as he walked through the door. He promised he'd be home for Christmas but we both knew it was empty words.
I wasn't sure what I'd been doing in the park, just savouring what it was to be human. I guess becoming a walking coffee popsicle is just one of life's little things. Walking was easier for me now that I didn't have my leg brace anymore but I still had the hint of a limp. My leg gave me trouble sometimes, too. Even if I did have a faster healing rate than normal humans, Lilith had smashed my leg into a fleshy pulp, and that was with one hit. Tawny had done her best to realign what little bone I had left but my lower leg was essentially a metal plate. My arm, however, was mostly human and was still in plaster. At least it gave me a reason to miss Senior year. Graduation had been a nightmare. I'd still had my brace at this point so everyone was staring at me. Everyone was staring at me as well because there was no sign of Morrigan and since I was the only person she spoke to I was obviously supposed to know where she was.
"Hey, sport" the deep voice of Aya said.
He had taken Morrigan's departure the worst. If I didn't know any better I'd say he had a bit of a thing for her. Either that or they were really good friends. He had kept searching for her even when the others said it was pointless.
"Well, if it isn't my personal stalker" I said with a laugh. My being cheerful seemed to help lighten Aya's mood.
"Who was the bean pole?"
"Bean pole? Now, that's not very nice, is it?"
"Yeah, well, you know me. He's soft, you know".
"Wait, is that jealousy I detect?"
"Sure, sport" he said sarcastically. A little too sarcastically for my liking.
"Aaw, you're not worried you wont be the prettiest guy in my life anymore, are you?"
Aya rolled his eyes and directed me to a black Lotus Elise. The young (technically old) prince had just passed his driving test and his car was paid for courtesy of the mysterious Union. He'd requested an Aston Martin but they had given him a Lotus. And I have to say, I think he liked the Lotus more. I certainly liked it more. He helped me get into the passenger side, not an easy thing to do when you haven't regained full mobility of your leg, and was in the driver's seat almost as soon as he had shut my door.
"First guest" he said with a grin and tapped the accelerator with his foot.
The car shot forward as well as a burst of adrenaline on my part. Aya must have smelt it or something because he slowed down to an almost legal speed and looked at me with concern in his eyes. To try and take his mind off me I asked him a about "the bean pole".
"Well, besides picking up that he's as soft as a kitten and he's about as quiet as a mouse unless he's falling over, he's a singer and a good one at that".
"You got all that from his smell?"
"Nah, I asked some kids in the park".
"Cheater" I mumbled and he laughed.