"That is what is wrong with cold people. Not that they have ice in their souls – we all have a bit of that – but that they insist every word and deed mirror that ice. They never learn the beauty or value of gesture. The emotional necessity. For them, it is all honestly before kindness, truth before art. Love is art, not truth. It's like painting scenery." – Lorrie Moore
Her head bowed slightly, brows furrowed in concentration, chewing her pencil in frustration Anabeyla huffed.
"Psst." She heard an annoying hiss from her left.
Looking over, making the annoyance she felt clear, she gave him an expectant look.
"Hi." Robert whispered.
Robert: passive, practical jokester of Fall View, known to all more commonly as Rob.
She rolled her eyes, not deigning a reply.
"Psst." She heard again from the same place.
"What?" Ana hissed, not even sparing a glance this time, still working out a rather difficult math problem.
"What are you do-"
"Don't even go there, Rob." Another voice interrupted, condescendingly.
His head turned to the blonde behind who watching their conversation with a vapid disinterest, "The prude is wound tighter than a monkey's nuts."
Ana raised an eyebrow in question at the strange and unfamiliar blonde girl.
As she opened her mouth to ask who this girl was, the classroom door swung open wide.
All heads snapped to the distraction.
Ana turned back around, shaking her head. No, she wouldn't get distracted, that girl was of little importance. Glancing back down at her unfinished work, she heaved an inward sigh and hunched over, trying to block out the light chatter.
"Class." The teacher called attention, though heads were up and waiting in anticipation already, Ana noticed as she looked left and right then to the teacher. The small, stout teacher held a small white slip of paper in her hands squinting every now and then, pulling the paper closer to her face so as to read the small print.
Student's were beginning to get antsy and Ana wondered why she didn't just pull her glasses off her head – they'd surely help.
"Excuse me, ma'am," Robert broke in politely, her squinted eyes raised and almost closed as she looked for the voice, "Your glasses are on your head, y'know?" He suggested.
Everybody tittered, shuffling a bit in their seats.
"Class, this is…Kaizyn." She finally managed after putting her glasses on and pulling the paper away from her nose, "Kaizyn Murphy from…Steifford. " She said.
People giggled at his name, "Kaizyn?" A girl asked, pronouncing it the same as the teacher: K-eye-zine.
I placed a thoughtful hand to my lips, it was a strange name, indeed – not that Anabeyla was any more normal, she smiled inwardly at herself.
"It's actually Kaizyn, like Kay-zin." He corrected.
All whispers ceased and Ana's head snapped to that husky, deep voice. It was so unlike anything she heard before, commanding attention, exuding confidence and arrogance but not in a way so as to dissuade you from his enticing nature; his heir of beguilement and sexual allure. Ana fell into a first time arrhythmia as he brushed passed her.
A flutter of disappointment entered her stomach as she realized she didn't even get a good look at him, only seeing him through hooded eyes. She vaguely registered numerous dreamy sighs and shook herself of her own hazy state.
Subtly, her eyes flicked left and right, her thoughts confirmed. Everyone else's eyes were not so subtly gawking at Kaizyn.
"It's actually retar-ded." Robert snickered with a scoff from somewhere beside me.
How she wanted a peek at Kaizyn the New Kid, Ana thought biting her lip.
"No," she whispered to herself, mentally shaking herself. She'd seen the other airheads around her and she refused to act anything like them. As if she'd stoop to their embarrassing levels, Ana liked to think she was more mature than that.
The male population chuckled at Robert's 'funny' joke, slapping him on the back, the few people around hi-fiving him.
"Alright Class," the teacher said turning around from the board, silencing all conversation, she continued with the class.
The minute class was over, she sprung from her seat not sparing a second glance.
"God, that was horrible." Berry sighed as he and Ana headed to the cafeteria during their lunch block.
"Wasn't it, though?" Another voice was heard. Ana cringed.
"Hi Sierra," Ana smiled tightly.
Berry frowned at Ana and Sierra blushed murmuring her greeting quietly, before walking off to her respective table.
"I don't like her." Ana whispered quietly avoiding his gaze.
"I know, Beyla, but I do." He sighed at his best friend and cousin, "Can't you just try? For me?" He pleaded.
She sighed defeated and gave a small nod. She could try, for her cousin, she thought. Or, she hoped.
"Why don't you like her?" Berry asked suddenly, while Ana picked at her food.
"I don't know." She shrugged. Liar, she thought to herself.
"Liar." He said, raising an eyebrow at her. He always did know her better than anybody else.
"I just…there's something about her. Something that I can't quite put my foot on, but something that I know I sure as hell don't like." Ana explained vaguely.
Her cousin raised his eyes suspiciously, "What are you not telling me, Anabeyla?" He asked.
She averted her eyes, "I've heard things okay? Things about her and I don't want you to get hurt."
"Like what, Beyla?" He asked curiously.
"Look, it doesn't matter alright. Clean slate, I'll try my best to like her, right?" Ana said hopefully.
His eyes softened, "Sure, Beyla."
They ate their lunch with familiar conversation, but there was an itching under-thought that was now etched in the back of Ana's mind. More a voice actually.
After lunch, Berry walked Ana to her tutoring session, "I'll see you after school, Beyla." He encouraged, before giving her a helpless smile and left for his own class.
"Anabeyla, concentrate please." Her tutor scolded.
"It's been a long day, Mr. Reese. Please, can't I just go home now?" She whined.
The elderly man released a heavy breath, nodding, "But next week, be ready to work twice as hard. We have to make up for the lack of productivity today."
Anabeyla felt like she was being prepped for some kind of athletic race that she had to win and in a way it kind of was, that is, if a race could be substituted for finals and the whole prepping and running thing could be switched for taking the actual test and…"God, this sucks," Ana growled to the empty halls of Fall View.
"God doesn't exist, sweet cheeks. It's high time you learnt that." Robert winked suggestively at Ana and she felt her insides squirm – in a bad way.
"What are you doing here, Robert?" She sighed exasperated, pushing him so she could get to her locker.
"I'm here to take you up on that offer of going on a date." He grinned arrogantly.
"I was six. And that was a onetime thing. That offer is void now. Hell, it was void twelve years ago, when are you going to get that through your thick head." She said, slamming her locker, in no mood to deal with that moron.
Normally, she wouldn't have been so blunt and outspoken but that seemed to be the only way to get it through to him. Robert was starting to freak her out and it wasn't in a good way.
"Call me paranoid." She whispered to herself again.
"Talking to yourself again, Beyla?" Robert called, catching up to her pace easily.
"Please don't call me that. That name is only permitted for friends or people I can stand. You come under neither category, so please refrain." Ana said, holding back a childish growl.
"Yeah, but-" He began but she cut him off.
"No but's about it. Look honestly Robert, you annoy to me to no end and I'd really appreciate it if you left me alone." Ana sighed, releasing a heavy breath of air.
He looked about to protest but the words caught on his lips. His eyes flashed apprehensively, glued to the doors that led to the parking lot behind them and Ana wondered.
After several long seconds of Robert standing there motionless, she shrugged a single shoulder, "Later." Robert's head snapped back to her and his eyes widened to warn her but it was too late.
Ana missed the warning but not the hard, toned, warm chest that her face was suddenly submerged in for a split second, before bouncing back and landing on her ass. Robert had backed up a couple paces, like he was intimidated and had been too far to catch her.
"Hawthorne," the same smooth, deep voice from this morning that had echoed throughout Ana's mind all day, spoke. None of its husky, emotionless tone had been lost and Ana repressed a shiver.
Robert glanced at Ana on the floor and cringed apologetically. He reached a hesitant hand out to help her up but she waved his hand away, climbing to her unsteady feet alone. She brushed the dust from her backside then bent down to retrieve her lab book.
"Murphy." Robert replied curtly.
"It's been a while, hasn't it?" Kaizyn's voice said, slicing sharply through the silence that ensued Roberts clipped reply.
He nodded in response, not daring to take his eyes away from Kaizyn.
Ana's heart palpitated just like it had earlier today when her eyes finally grazed over Kaizyn, studying him inquisitively.
His hair was a deep, pitch black and his skin looked pale and bruised, like he never slept. His jaw was taut and strong and his shoulders were broad. His lips were thin, but not at all in an unattractive way and his eyelashes were terribly thick and long, so much so that they curled back touching his eyelids every time they opened.
But it was his eyes that held Ana's rapt attention; his eyes that stole Ana's breath, his eyes that got her blood pumping vigorously through her veins. His windows that ignited a searing heat in the very pit of her stomach and the entries to his soul that licked the flames in the fiery depths of her heaven and hell; It was his brilliantly, cold, masked, gray eyes that built and shattered her heart all at the same time.
A/N: Had to remove it and repost to fix some things, but, I'm on holidays! YES! And I've started the next chapter; Review and I'll send you a preview ;)