Chapter Three – Attempting Conversation
I studied the girl, other than her clothing and hair she didn't seem to stand out that much. Then again all I'd seen was the side of her face, she seemed determined not to look me in the eye.
“So whereabouts do you live?” I asked, realising too late that it was a weird question when I'd just met her.
“Near the city center,” she answered, her voice suspicious. Had I come across that badly? I sighed inwardly and returned my attention to the board. It was clear she wasn't interested in talking to anyone.
“Need any help?” I asked, when I heard her muttering a curse. Not that I could do much, I had missed a lot. But being generally nice would at least put me closer to her liking me, right?
“I'm fine,” she muttered. Again, not turning her face to me. Her fringe fell in such a way that her eyes were hidden from me. Darius said this girl was special, but she just struck me as another loner emo type.
“Do you want me to show you around?” I offered, hoping she'd at least think that was okay. She opened her mouth, no doubt the word 'no' on her lips, then snapped them shut.
“I think I can find my own way around, thanks,” she said instead, trying to be polite.
“Okay,” I said, more to myself than her. First day doing some big mission from the heavens and I was already messing it up. I couldn't have been happier when the bell went for the next class.
In the hallway I stopped at my locker to get my stuff when someone slammed me against them. I groaned a little in pain before sighing and turning around.
“Heard you came close this time, shame you didn't manage it.” I glared at Martin, not that it did much. He laughed and him and his mates left. They would've done more if I hadn't just come out of hospital.
“Didn't manage what?” the girl asked, her eyes moving from Martin's back to me. She looked angry, was that on my behalf? I was under the impression she didn't like me much. Then I got a good glance at her face and saw why she'd hid it from me. Her eyes were weird as hell, no iris, just a big black dot. She could tell by expression I'd seen them and lowered her chin.
“So you're the new girl?” Martin asked, turning round to inspect her. The guy couldn't be more obvious if he tried I thought, rolling my eyes. Amy nodded with her chin still down.
“Oh, well meet the resident screw-up,” he said, putting an arm over my shoulder. I shoved him away and he barrelled into one of his friends. They ended up sprawled in a heap on the floor. How did I do that? I'd only meant to push him away from me. Was this another angel thing? In any case, Martin and his friend were now stood up and looked pretty mad.
“Let's get moving,” Amy said, grabbing my hand and pulling me away before Martin could get to me.
“Sure, what's your next lesson?” I asked, hoping it was close to mine. I had a bad feeling Martin was going to start giving her hell as well now.
“IT,” she replied after a quick glance at her schedule. I didn't think she'd be in that one as well. Did Darius do something so that she was in all my classes? We reached the room quickly enough and it was then that I looked down and realised she still had her hand in mine. She glanced down too and pulled away.
“Sorry,” she murmured.
“It's okay,” I said, in a equally quiet voice. It was probably the only time a girl had ever held my hand. Shame it was just for escape reasons. Dr Jarrings was already in a full swing when we walked in and he shooed us to desks. We took the two free computers near the back.
“Why did you need to stop at your locker before IT?” she asked. I held up the memory stick before shoving it into the computer.
“Behind on stuff, so I was given a load of notes on this by the teacher,” I explained. She accepted the answer and didn't ask the why. People in school just knew when It came to my stuff, I had next to no clue how I'd actually explain it all to a stranger.