|Not a drive by
Author: WarrenPeaceNOM PM
Evelyn Steele, 17 years old and only one friend. Let's hope that changes. Warren Peace seems like a good candidate? right? Warren/oc Lash/ocRated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Warren P. - Chapters: 4 - Words: 3,015 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 11 - Follows: 14 - Updated: 07-12-12 - Published: 07-07-12 - id: 8295277
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The cold winter wind bit at Evelyn's cheeks and hands, as she turned the corner a gust of cold wind knocked her back. Evelyn's ears went numb, she ran up the steps yanking the door open relaxing into the heated air of the school. No one was to be seen in the corridor, until a whiff of expensive perfume fanned through the air.
Claire Frost turned the corner she eyed Evelyn her eyes narrow into slits so tightly shut you would think they were actually shut. Claire liked to think she was superior to everyone else's but Evelyn knew for a fact she wasn't, Claire thought she was the prettiest girl in the school and her power gave her the title of Ice Queen but Evenly knew in her head even though she sounded so egotistical, Evelyn knew she was prettier, her appearance came to collaborate on the reason why she was a recluse. Evelyn's hair deep chocolate brown long and luscious to the very ends, her skin has a soft glow to it. Her heart shaped face matched her full pouting red lips and held her doe eyes the colour green very deep forest green.
Yet no one spoke to her she was invisible to them like a ghost.
She didn't mind that Evelyn liked to be by herself after her mum died that was what she was used to, but she would love the company of her devoted dad who was always there for her.
Claire passed the smell suffocating Evelyn as it flew into her nose. No one else was in the corridor with suffocating revolting perfume creating a murky fog around that person.
Evelyn made it to her third class of the day with a bit of a spring in her step; she gracefully loped to her seat perching on the end.
"Thank you for joining us Miss Fairchild"
"You're very welcome Dr Medulla" Evelyn saw the annoyed expression hovering over Medulla's face, this guy had too much control of his emotions
"Page 105 please captivate us by reading this chapter aloud Miss Fairchild" Evelyn began to read the chapter on the difference between rays an beams letting her lips forming the words but her mind drifted away into day dreaming.
I was the first out of Medulla's class skipping toward her locker shoving my bag in and making my way to the canteen, Medulla should be glad I made it to third period I wasn't going to bother but I couldn't sit around watching my dad mope around still.
I shut my locker for my view to be blocked by a leather jacket which covered a brooding bad boy who was aimlessly looking into his locker beside mine
"Hey Evelyn I heard about your mum" I looked up across the hall way spotting Claire Frost again "Too bad, so sad" she said in her pathetic weedy voice, I lent up from my locker walking over to her stopping an inch away from her face
"Yes, while my dad sits at home every day moping about because he lost his wife, I have to endure your worthless taunts. Please change the record because my mother being dead in old news something I got over a long time ago" I said it casually enough before leaning away and making my way back to my locker pushing it closed I began down the corridor but just before getting out of ear shot I shouted back "Just like you Claire, old news." lunch would be fun.
There was no where to sit by the time I'd gotten something to eat, except one table which currently held just one person the brooding bad boy from before.
I dropped my tray down at the other end of 'his' table before getting stuck in
What the fuck is she doing?
"Calm down bad boy, there's no where else to sit. I'll be gone before you know it" I said not even looking up from my tray of food. I could hear the confusion in his head, I lifted my head he was looking at me liquid brown eyes "You carry on starting, I'll sit across from you and stare at you" he didn't look away and I could still sense his confusion, I slid across the bench in front of him
"Can you tell what it is yet" I said intimidating Rolf Harris, I could see the humour in his eyes "C'mon dragon" the humour was gone within seconds, he knew it
"Bingo, don't worry I won't tell anyone. Nice choice for a superhero name though, very creative" I was being genuine but he didn't seem to believe me "Ok, for a six year old its creative" I stud up with my tray and walked away
"I didn't catch your name" he grunted as I walked away, I began to walk back wards
"That's because I didn't tell you" well that was entertaining.