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Alice

"Brodie?" I question in a low tone.

"What?" He utters with a bite to his voice and I look down feeling guilty. He probably finds me rather annoying.

"Could you show me to the main office when we get to school? I know you already don't want to drive me and I'm sorry to be such a burden I'm just worried-" I nervously communicate fiddling with the hem of the oversized top Jessie gave me since I came here with little to no clothes at all.

"God Alice no! I have places to be too stop thinking about only yourself." He groans as he recklessly pulls into a parking space causing me to hit my head on the window.

"Oh sorry, Brodie I-" I try to say but he slams the drivers side door shut.

I quickly get out afraid he'd probably lock me in.

When I sling my backpack over my shoulder I begin to walk towards the other side of the car for Brodie. But when I look up he's already too far ahead for me to catch up. I let out a sigh. Was I really thinking we could walk in together?

When I step into the warm school I wander around for an office. After too long I finally find something like it.

Anxiety fills me at the mere thought of having to socialize but I go in anyway.

I walk up to the front desk and the front desk lady smiles up at me.

"Hi.. my name is Alice, I'm new. I was told to come here for form pickup," I tell the curly-haired woman.

"Hi there." She chuckles. "I have your forms right here." She hands me a small stack of papers. "And you can go pick up your schedule in the library."

I nod with a smile. "Would you mind showing me where the library is?" I say nervously.

She raises an eyebrow. "It's just down the right of this hall. Second room. You'll know it's the library, the windows there are huge." She smiles and turns down to her computer.

I nod even though she isn't looking at me and turn to walk out the door. Just as I leave I run into something. Well, someone that is.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" I say when I watch the girl drop her stuff because I just ran into her.

I start to pick them up and she helps me quickly.

"Don't worry about it. Thank you." The girl says with a prominent lisp.

When she stands to her full height and looks at me. She had red frizzy hair pulled back into a tight ponytail. She didn't dress trendy for sure with her long scarf and crazily patterned shorts but it was unique in her own way. A smile dances across her face. "You're Alice right?" She smirks.

I nod. "That's me."

Holding the books close to her chest she puts out a hand for me to shake. "Genevieve Kalinda Jaime VonTellaheimer. But you can just call me Gen. Nice to meet you." I shake her hand professionally. Her lisp is kind of cute. She releases my hand to push up her glasses that have slipped down her nose.

She moves to put her books in her backpack and begins to speak again. "I know you're new. Did you get your schedule yet?"

I shake my head no. "I didn't. I'm actually going to get it now."

"Oh cool." She says zipping up her backpack.

"Uhm... Gen?" I say softly. And she looks at me with a smile.

"Yeah?"

"Would it be too much of a bother if you showed me where the library was?" I say.

"Not a bother at all!" She takes me by surprise and links our arms together.

We talk -well more like she talks- about the school as she drags me there. She's very nice and I'm glad I ran into her. Maybe she could be my friend?

When we get to library doors she unlinks our arms. "I hope to see you around Alice! It was nice meeting you but I need to go." She says frowning at the last part.

"I hope to see you around too! And thanks for guiding me." I say and she waves whilst walking away and I wave back.

I let out a contented sigh as I walk into the empty library.

I pick up my schedule and just as I'm about to leave I hear something fall behind one of the bookshelves I pass.

Confused, I make my way around and see nothing has fallen off the shelf.

But my eyes catch something else.

That guy Nick. Brodies angry yet insanely hot friend from the other night.

He's sleeping on a stool with his head leaning against the bookshelf. There's an open book on the ground that must've just fallen from his hand that is just loosely hanging on his side. That's what the noise was, his book falling!

I watch as he turns his head in his sleep. Standing here like a creep I decide I shouldn't be watching him anymore.

I know I need to leave. I think rationally. But I find myself staying when his eyebrows furrow and he lets out a sound of pain.

I rush up to him worried taking the book that had fallen out of his loose grip. I close it and look at the cover.

The Odyssey.

This was a true book for scholars. And oddly enough it fits him perfectly. This story was a classic in Greek Mythology. But it's mostly known for its brutal nature. The most violent book known to mankind. At least for the 8th century BCE, it was.

I gasp when a hand shoots out and grips my wrist painfully.

I wince and feel his grip loosen instantly. I drop the book and my eyes meet his.

"What are you doing?" We say at the same time.

I laugh but that only seems to frustrate him further.

"I asked you a question." He demands and my smile falls.

"I thought something fell off the shelf so I came to pick it up I didn't know you were here I promise," I tell him without meeting his eyes. I don't think I could take the coldness right now.

I feel his hand leave my wrist and only then do I look up to see his eyes and feel something tug in my heart when his cold eyes are a softer color when they trace over every inch of my face.

When he doesn't speak and continues to look at my face I subconsciously take a step back.

"What the hell happened to your nose?" He asks roughly and I watch as his hand twitches at his side. My hand immediately goes to my face.

"Oh it's nothing, yesterday when you ran into me it bruised. But don't worry I bruise easily it's not a big deal." I explain playing with my sleeves that were too long.

"It's not nothing. You could've-" He starts to say but abruptly stops talking and runs a hand through his hair.

"Next time. Don't bother picking up someone else's stuff." He says standing up. He towers over me and I feel small and weak under him.

I cower against the bookshelf as he storms past me.

What's his problem?




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