jensen and delilah pt 4
continued from before........
I couldn’t help but stare at him as he walked away in his dark blue long-sleeved shirt and his black pants, he could have easily passed as a model. The darkness of his clothing made his pale skin jump out, and he was still able to pull it all off wonderfully. Although I wasn’t paying attention to the other people in the parking lot, I knew they were staring at the two of them. I mean they looked like they just stepped off a magazine cover for the most beautiful people in the world, it was almost impossible for regular people not to gawk at them....
Fourteen.
That’s how many steps it took him to walk around the corner. I didn’t realize I was counting the steps he took; I just did it, to my own surprise. His steps were long and brisk, and he seemed to floating as he moved. I walked over to the car to lean my weight against it.
What was wrong with me? I mean this wasn’t the first handsome man I had met, why was I acting so crazy now? Why was my heart beating a thousand times per second? Why did I feel like crying over his little rejection? And why did I have a weird feeling at the pit of my stomach?
He isn’t a normal good looking man, my other side said. You know there is something different from that family, can’t you see that he is not normal? Can’t you see that none of them are normal with their cold hands, beyond beautiful looks, and different colored eyes?
I wasn’t sure what to think. One third of me thought I was overreacting, another third thought I was on to something, and the last third was still picturing his face in my mind and replaying his velvet voice over and over again. I stood there for who knows how long, trying to understand why he was so mad.
“Come on Lilah, we better get going,” I heard Ruby say. I looked up in surprise, the bags were already in the car and so was Jensen. I hadn’t even heard them.
“Here, I got you a jacket, the heater is broken in the car and it is freezing in there. We have gotten used to it now but I know you’ll probably freeze your butt off.”
I grabbed the jacket and thanked her, but I knew something was up. She refused to look into my eyes and she was still acting funny, it almost looked like she was scared or worried about something. She hopped in the car and I followed her. She was right, it was freezing in the car but she didn’t even seem to notice. I saw Jensen in the front seat, eyes hard looking straight ahead. He didn’t say a word and he had all the windows in the car rolled down. He looked almost robotic as he pulled out of the parking lot and as we hopped on the highway. His eyes were transfixed ahead of him and it looked almost as if he wasn’t breathing.
The whole car ride home was filled with that dreadful awkward silence. Something weird was going on, I knew it, but I just didn’t know what it was. As I sat in the back shivering, I stole frequent glances at Jensen. He could almost pass as those Greek or Roman statues. He never shifted positions and he looked like he was tensing up, while at the same time he still had a god-like beauty. One time during the ride I saw his eyes shift up to the rear view mirror as he glanced at me. Once he realized I was already looking at him he shot his eyes back to the road. I felt my cheeks grow red in embarrassment and then I heard him grunt.
Ruby had her head almost out of the window almost the whole time. Her short hair danced around her face as we whizzed by all of our surroundings. It almost looked as if she was trying to avoid some distasteful smell in the car. I took a quick glance at Jensen and saw that he too looked as if he smelt something bad. I took a handful of my hair and brought it to my face to smell it. It smelled like my mother, like strawberries, it couldn’t be that. I brought my nose down to my shirt. Nope, it smelled fine too. Maybe I had a bad body odor that I had grown accustomed to? I crinkled up my nose; that would surely suck.
I took another look up front at Jensen and saw his hair bounce as the wind hit it. It looked so natural. Many people in the world use fans and fancy hair products to get their hair to do that, while Jensen’s just did it naturally. I looked at his eyes as they reflected off of the windshield; they were exquisite, yet at the same time horribly frightening. They were into small slits and very tense, I recognized that his whole face and body language was tense. His jaw was clenched down tight and I felt sorry for the steering wheel in which he was grasping ever so tightly. Why was he acting this way? Was he mad that he had to come pick us up? Did he blame me for ruining his day? Did I give a really bad first impression? I mean, I did fall flat on my face. I had so many questions and absolutely no answers. But the question that troubled me the most was why did I care so much if this stranger liked me? I was never one who cared what other people thought, why was I caring now? Why was I so blown away and infatuated with a guy I had met half an hour ago?
Ruby’s sweet but tortured voice pulled me out of my daze, “Okay Delilah, you’re back.” I looked out of the window and saw that we were already inside the gates of the house and stopped in front of the walkway. I don’t know why her voice sounded so small and confused; it was almost as if she had just gone through a horrible experience. Shopping with me couldn’t be that bad, could it?
I opened up my door and stepped out of the car. The butler was already getting my things from the back. I bent my head down into the passenger seat window to say good bye and thank you. But as I stuck my head into the car I saw Ruby jump back, while Jensen’s eyes didn’t even budge in my direction.
“Oh sorry…I didn’t mean-,” I started.
“No, don’t worry about it Lilah, you just scared me. And you’re welcome. We’ll see you at school next week,” she said, forcing a smile. I could tell she was trying get rid of me, and I took the hint. I turned around and began walking to the door, I could feel the tears building up and I kept my head down, hoping no one was home to see me like this and that none of the staff would say anything to Hektor or Vivian.
“Lilah!” I heard Ruby yell from behind me.
I hesitantly turned back around to look at her.
“I’m sorry, it wasn’t supposed to be like this,” she said, meaningfully. She smiled again as they circled the driveway to leave; only her smile was a sad smile, and it touched me. I noticed Jensen’s eyes didn’t even glance my way, and I was oddly hurt by that. I wiped a tear that was strolling down my cheek, I felt so alone. I didn’t completely understand her apology; it didn’t seem to make any sense, but at this point I didn’t really feel like analyzing it, which my mind always did anyway.
I dragged myself to my room and jumped on the bed. I brought one of the soft satin pillows to my nose and sniffed it. Strawberries, oh how I longed to talk to my mother right now. She always knew the right thing to say. I could actually hear her voice inside my head. She would say something like:
Oh Delilah, who gives a crap what those two spoiled rich kids think? Now trust me, I used to be one of them. And the fact is that they think you are poor trash who can’t hang with the rich and beautiful. But honey, they don’t know anything. Think about how miserable their life is going to be if they keep on rejecting wonderful people like you. So babe, feel sorry for them, not for yourself. You are too good for them anyway, and you don’t want friends like them who are going to weigh you down. Now come on, lets go get some ice cream or something, I’m starving!
I smiled to myself; she would probably say those exact words. I loved how she was always so honest with me; she was very bold and just came out with the truth, never sugar coating anything, which was just the way she was. We never had secrets from each other, ever, and I loved that part of our relationship. I felt my stomach twist, I missed her so much. My eyes began to get watery and I tried to blink them away, but they just began watering more. There would be no escaping or ignoring it tonight. And the fact was, I was alone. And I was trying to act like everything was just dandy or everything was okay, and that was so far from the truth. I couldn’t hold back anymore and I soon was sobbing into my pillow. It was the first time I had cried since I found out my mother was dying. I sobbed for hours and hours, until I finally cried myself to exhaustion and sleep. Right before I shut my eyes to slumber, I heard a noise coming from the balcony door. I was too tired to see what it was so I ignored it, but when I woke up a couple hours later, the door was wide open and I was in my pajamas tucked into my bed. I was still too tired to get suspicious, but it still didn’t stop me from dreaming about it. In the dream someone slipped into my room and murdered me in my sleep, I woke up the next morning screaming. Luckily, I put my hands over my mouth before it got too loud.
The whole next week passed by in slow motion. During the day, I always felt more hopeful. I felt I could get through this and that everything would eventually get better. Yet, every night I still bawled and bawled and felt more alone than ever. Suicide was a common thought at night; half of me was actually afraid that I might actually sleep walk and purposely drown myself in the pool and the other half of me was actually excited about the idea. I was torn in two, always undecided and always unsure.
One thing I realized I did often was think about Jensen. For some reason, he was always in the back in my mind and I often replayed his sweet voice in my head. There was something about him, something beyond his perfected beauty that made my heart flutter when I thought about him and gave me butterflies in my stomach. I think I was developing a rather huge crush on him because whenever I wasn’t thinking about my own problems I was thinking about him.
After the week finally passed, school was getting ready to start. A part of me dreaded having to go to school and trying to make friends with people I was nothing alike, and the other part of me was excited to finally get out of the house and do something. I hadn’t left the grounds once in that week, and I only went outside to do laps or walk on the beach. I had spent most of my time on the third floor or in my bath tub. I still had seen very little of Vivian, the only time she would occasionally pop up was during breakfast, but then she was off to another meeting. I spent a lot of time with Hektor, and I didn’t mind it. We had grown pretty close over the past couple of weeks and I was beginning to really like him.
The night before the first day of school I tossed and turned in my bed, it was almost impossible to sleep. I finally fell asleep around dawn and then my alarm went off. I grumbled and turned it off. I fell back asleep and didn’t wake up until an hour later. My eyes popped open and I rushed out of bed, and before I even looked at the clock I knew I was late. I rushed to put on the school uniform and quickly ran a brush through my hair. I hurried downstairs, skipped the breakfast the cook prepared, and ran out the door. The chauffeur and the limo were waiting out front for me and took me to the school. I was only ten minutes behind schedule by then.
I felt my heart beat faster and faster as we approached the school. At first, I couldn’t even tell it was a school because of how beautiful and elegant it was, but once I saw three hundred kids wearing the same thing as me begin to walk around, I knew I was in the right place. The parking lot looked like an expensive auto dealer because of all the new and shiny cars, and when most schools had a bus drop off lane, this school had a limo drop off lane; there were no buses for the rich. The limo stopped in front of the school and I hesitated. I was sure I looked awful because I had just woken up literally ten minutes ago. This wasn’t a good thing because I knew first impressions meant everything to these people, and here I looked like I couldn’t care less, which was actually somewhat true.
I stepped out of the car and the cold wind hit me, I should have worn a jacket. Nearly all the students walked by me as if I wasn’t there, and I was grateful for that. I began walking quickly to the closest bathrooms-I knew where everything was because I studied the school map. I kept my head down hoping no one would notice, and it worked. I stopped at the bathroom by the MPR and checked myself in the mirror. I looked decent, but not as nice as I would have hoped. I walked outside again and wrapped my arms around my body. I didn’t understand why the girl uniforms had to be black knee length skirts and a long sleeve red shirt. It was always cold here; why not let us wear pants? At least the guys got to wear black slacks, the same red long sleeved shirt and a black tie, at least they were warm. Now that I was finally secure enough about my appearance to keep my head up, I was finally able to look around the school.
The grounds were, as expected, wonderful and perfect. It was an outside school, and everything was spread out and large. There were a total of ten buildings- A building was for science, B building was for Math, C building was for history, D building was for English, E building was for Foreign Language, F building was all the electives, the gym, MPR, administration, and library. In between these buildings were decorative landscaping. There was not a leaf out of place. All the buildings were white with black and red trim, the school colors.
Without realizing it, I had walked halfway across the campus. Most of the students were near the middle of the school where they ate during lunch. Because the school was so small everyone had one lunch. Everyone was with a group, not one single person was left alone, except me. I sighed and sat down on a bench next to me. A part of me was hoping someone would be over friendly and try to make friends with the new girl, but I of course had no such luck. I would have looked for Ruby, but we didn’t leave on the greatest of terms.
I laid my back against the bench and closed my eyes. I let my head roll back and it now dangled over the ledge of the bench, leaving my neck to be exposed to the cold air, but at the moment I didn’t care. I shut my eyes really tight and silently prayed that when they opened I would be somewhere else, anywhere but here. That’s when I had a strange feeling, the feeling someone was watching me. But it was different, like it was a person I somehow knew was looking at me. I brought my head back up and opened my eyes.
Jensen was probably the last person I would expect to be staring at me, but surprisingly he was. He was about twenty feet away and his body was angled forward, it was just his head that was faced my way. He looked nothing less than perfect in his uniform, making everyone else who wore it look a clown. His facial expression confused me. It was something between longing, frustration, and shock. Even from a distance, something in his golden eyes told me he longed for something, something that was apparently in my direction. His fists were clenched stiff at his sides and his eyebrows were crinkled together, yet he somehow still found a how to look devilishly handsome. Also, he looked amazed because his expression was somehow twisted, making him look confused at the same time. It was almost as if he was saying how dare she do that in front of me! I think the correct reaction to that stare would be fear; however, that was the last thing from my mind at the moment. I felt some sort of appreciation actually, appreciation to just be around him, even if it was him mad dogging me.
After I was done drooling over him I was finally able to focus on the lingering bodies in front of him. I recognized one of them immediately, but I was able to guess the other two. Ruby was standing the closest to Jensen, and something in her face told me she was worried, she was the only one of the four of them who weren’t looking at me. I wasn’t able to hide my own shock after I was able to identify all of them.
Each one of them had there own distinct appearance, yet, they all looked so much the same. They all had that pale white marble complexion and the same colored golden eyes. They were all beautiful, reserved, and more mature than everyone else. I couldn’t believe they were all adopted from different families except the twins. The only other girl was only about three inches shorter than Jensen, and she looked more model like. Ruby was petite like a graceful ballerina, but this girl, who I presumed to be Josephine, was voluptuous and provocative. Just by looking at her soft featured face and her long curly red/brown hair made me entranced. The man standing next to her was a few inches taller than Jensen. He looked intimidating and strong because of the way his chest stuck out a little in front of him and the way he held himself. He had short red/brown hair just as his twin sister, they really did look just alike.
I saw the man I presumed was Tristan lips twitch ever so slightly, and then I saw Jensen’s head move up and down ever so slightly. Did they just communicate in some way?
Ruby grabbed Jensen by the forearm and tugged on him a little to encourage him to continue walking. She forced a smile and waved at me. I waved back and smiled and they continued walking, Jensen was a little less reluctant to move this time.
After he took five steps he turned around a corner and I let out a deep breath. I suddenly became conscious of the fact that I hadn’t been breathing. Then I got chills. They started at the lower part of my spine then it reverberated to the top part. My hand began twitching. It was always a bad habit of mine. Ever since I was younger, when I was afraid or scared, my left hand would always start twitching uncontrollably. I knew what caused it this time. It was because the family I had hoped to become friends with had now rejected me; actually, they didn’t just reject me. They seemingly hate me now, and it scared me to think how alone I just may have to be from now on.
The bell rang and interrupted my thoughts. People around me began to sit up and disperse into the different buildings. I bent down and picked up my schedule from my long black sock. My first period was English, room D-4. I had to hold my schedule in my right hand as I walked to class because my left hand still had the jitters. I hated when it did that.
The first three periods of the day were long and boring. I had already known most of the stuff so it was more of a review for me. I think what surprised me the most however was the fact that not one person had tried to talk to me or introduce themselves. They just completely ignored me, and the teachers didn’t even announce there was a new student. It was so different from my old school that it was foreign to me. Usually when there was a new kid everyone tried to get to know them or tried to get them to be in their “group”. It was usually a big deal, but here, it was as if I didn’t really exist.
As I was walking to my fourth period class, a girl actually said hello to me. I looked up in surprise, I had just abandoned all hope of ever making friends here. She was around 5’4 with a plump, round face and rosy red cheeks. She had big black hair and big brown eyes. She was awkward looking, but pretty in her own way.
“You’re the new girl right?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
I nodded, “Yea, I’m Delilah, but you could just call me Lilah.”
She looked down and then back up, she appeared to be on edge for some reason.
“Okay well I have to go to class, but if you want you can hang out with my friend and me at lunch. We sit by the A- building. I’m Chloe by the way. You don’t have to come, we’re...well I’m just leaving it open.” She smiled friendlily and walked away. I hadn’t even had a chance to say thank you, or anything for that matter. I sighed and smiled myself a little bit. At least I won’t have to be alone at lunch, which was ultimately my greatest fear.
I walked into fourth period History feeling a little more cheery, not much more cheery but a little bit more, it was as a start. I went up to the teacher’s desk, a short and skinny red head, and gave her my new schedule. She gave me her class syllabus and pointed at an empty seat in the back of the class. The girl sitting next to the empty chair was flirting with the guy in front of her. The guy took advantage of the angle he was at and often glanced down her shirt. The girl didn’t seem to mind as she batted her long eyelashes and innocently rubbed his hand.
As I pulled out the chair and sat next to her she immediately stood up straight and focused her attention on me.
“So you must be the new girl huh?” she asked, although she already knew the answer.
“Yea, I am Del-”
“I know your name, Delilah. Everyone at school had been talking about you. People here in Hydden Palms don’t get much fresh blood, let alone sun. So we’re all hyped that we got someone new.”
My eyebrows crumbled. It didn’t even seem like anyone knew I existed.
“I am Isabella. But please call me Bella. And this here…this is uh…I am sorry what is your name again?” she asked-meaning the boy sitting in front of her that she was talking to earlier.
He pouted his lips then looked down, “Charles.” He then turned back around in his seat and opened up the textbook in front of him.
Bella rolled her big brown eyes and sighed. “God I hate this school,” she muttered under her breath. “Don’t worry; people will start talking to you. But these people here are all mindless freaks and they won’t do anything or make a move until the boss says it’s okay. But I know the boss’ type, and after seeing you I know he will definitely have no problem with you.”
Nothing she was saying made much sense, I wasn’t sure if I should go along with it.
“Who is the boss?” I asked, clueless.
“The boss…well, he would be the most popular player in the school. He would be the most handsome guy in the school, but he is second to the Winchester boys….mhmm…. but yes he is going to like you. He always likes the pretty ones with a nice ass, so he won’t have a problem with you. But I don’t think he has seen you yet.”
I chuckled lightly. She seemed very straight forward, very honest. That was a quality I had a problem finding in people. My mom was always honest with me, and for some strange reason Bella reminded me somewhat of my mother.
“Well it’s nice to know this school isn’t shallow,” I replied sarcastically.
Bella looked at me blankly for a moment then busted out in laughter.
“Finally, now I am not the only one who believes that!”
I couldn’t help but stare at him as he walked away in his dark blue long-sleeved shirt and his black pants, he could have easily passed as a model. The darkness of his clothing made his pale skin jump out, and he was still able to pull it all off wonderfully. Although I wasn’t paying attention to the other people in the parking lot, I knew they were staring at the two of them. I mean they looked like they just stepped off a magazine cover for the most beautiful people in the world, it was almost impossible for regular people not to gawk at them....
Fourteen.
That’s how many steps it took him to walk around the corner. I didn’t realize I was counting the steps he took; I just did it, to my own surprise. His steps were long and brisk, and he seemed to floating as he moved. I walked over to the car to lean my weight against it.
What was wrong with me? I mean this wasn’t the first handsome man I had met, why was I acting so crazy now? Why was my heart beating a thousand times per second? Why did I feel like crying over his little rejection? And why did I have a weird feeling at the pit of my stomach?
He isn’t a normal good looking man, my other side said. You know there is something different from that family, can’t you see that he is not normal? Can’t you see that none of them are normal with their cold hands, beyond beautiful looks, and different colored eyes?
I wasn’t sure what to think. One third of me thought I was overreacting, another third thought I was on to something, and the last third was still picturing his face in my mind and replaying his velvet voice over and over again. I stood there for who knows how long, trying to understand why he was so mad.
“Come on Lilah, we better get going,” I heard Ruby say. I looked up in surprise, the bags were already in the car and so was Jensen. I hadn’t even heard them.
“Here, I got you a jacket, the heater is broken in the car and it is freezing in there. We have gotten used to it now but I know you’ll probably freeze your butt off.”
I grabbed the jacket and thanked her, but I knew something was up. She refused to look into my eyes and she was still acting funny, it almost looked like she was scared or worried about something. She hopped in the car and I followed her. She was right, it was freezing in the car but she didn’t even seem to notice. I saw Jensen in the front seat, eyes hard looking straight ahead. He didn’t say a word and he had all the windows in the car rolled down. He looked almost robotic as he pulled out of the parking lot and as we hopped on the highway. His eyes were transfixed ahead of him and it looked almost as if he wasn’t breathing.
The whole car ride home was filled with that dreadful awkward silence. Something weird was going on, I knew it, but I just didn’t know what it was. As I sat in the back shivering, I stole frequent glances at Jensen. He could almost pass as those Greek or Roman statues. He never shifted positions and he looked like he was tensing up, while at the same time he still had a god-like beauty. One time during the ride I saw his eyes shift up to the rear view mirror as he glanced at me. Once he realized I was already looking at him he shot his eyes back to the road. I felt my cheeks grow red in embarrassment and then I heard him grunt.
Ruby had her head almost out of the window almost the whole time. Her short hair danced around her face as we whizzed by all of our surroundings. It almost looked as if she was trying to avoid some distasteful smell in the car. I took a quick glance at Jensen and saw that he too looked as if he smelt something bad. I took a handful of my hair and brought it to my face to smell it. It smelled like my mother, like strawberries, it couldn’t be that. I brought my nose down to my shirt. Nope, it smelled fine too. Maybe I had a bad body odor that I had grown accustomed to? I crinkled up my nose; that would surely suck.
I took another look up front at Jensen and saw his hair bounce as the wind hit it. It looked so natural. Many people in the world use fans and fancy hair products to get their hair to do that, while Jensen’s just did it naturally. I looked at his eyes as they reflected off of the windshield; they were exquisite, yet at the same time horribly frightening. They were into small slits and very tense, I recognized that his whole face and body language was tense. His jaw was clenched down tight and I felt sorry for the steering wheel in which he was grasping ever so tightly. Why was he acting this way? Was he mad that he had to come pick us up? Did he blame me for ruining his day? Did I give a really bad first impression? I mean, I did fall flat on my face. I had so many questions and absolutely no answers. But the question that troubled me the most was why did I care so much if this stranger liked me? I was never one who cared what other people thought, why was I caring now? Why was I so blown away and infatuated with a guy I had met half an hour ago?
Ruby’s sweet but tortured voice pulled me out of my daze, “Okay Delilah, you’re back.” I looked out of the window and saw that we were already inside the gates of the house and stopped in front of the walkway. I don’t know why her voice sounded so small and confused; it was almost as if she had just gone through a horrible experience. Shopping with me couldn’t be that bad, could it?
I opened up my door and stepped out of the car. The butler was already getting my things from the back. I bent my head down into the passenger seat window to say good bye and thank you. But as I stuck my head into the car I saw Ruby jump back, while Jensen’s eyes didn’t even budge in my direction.
“Oh sorry…I didn’t mean-,” I started.
“No, don’t worry about it Lilah, you just scared me. And you’re welcome. We’ll see you at school next week,” she said, forcing a smile. I could tell she was trying get rid of me, and I took the hint. I turned around and began walking to the door, I could feel the tears building up and I kept my head down, hoping no one was home to see me like this and that none of the staff would say anything to Hektor or Vivian.
“Lilah!” I heard Ruby yell from behind me.
I hesitantly turned back around to look at her.
“I’m sorry, it wasn’t supposed to be like this,” she said, meaningfully. She smiled again as they circled the driveway to leave; only her smile was a sad smile, and it touched me. I noticed Jensen’s eyes didn’t even glance my way, and I was oddly hurt by that. I wiped a tear that was strolling down my cheek, I felt so alone. I didn’t completely understand her apology; it didn’t seem to make any sense, but at this point I didn’t really feel like analyzing it, which my mind always did anyway.
I dragged myself to my room and jumped on the bed. I brought one of the soft satin pillows to my nose and sniffed it. Strawberries, oh how I longed to talk to my mother right now. She always knew the right thing to say. I could actually hear her voice inside my head. She would say something like:
Oh Delilah, who gives a crap what those two spoiled rich kids think? Now trust me, I used to be one of them. And the fact is that they think you are poor trash who can’t hang with the rich and beautiful. But honey, they don’t know anything. Think about how miserable their life is going to be if they keep on rejecting wonderful people like you. So babe, feel sorry for them, not for yourself. You are too good for them anyway, and you don’t want friends like them who are going to weigh you down. Now come on, lets go get some ice cream or something, I’m starving!
I smiled to myself; she would probably say those exact words. I loved how she was always so honest with me; she was very bold and just came out with the truth, never sugar coating anything, which was just the way she was. We never had secrets from each other, ever, and I loved that part of our relationship. I felt my stomach twist, I missed her so much. My eyes began to get watery and I tried to blink them away, but they just began watering more. There would be no escaping or ignoring it tonight. And the fact was, I was alone. And I was trying to act like everything was just dandy or everything was okay, and that was so far from the truth. I couldn’t hold back anymore and I soon was sobbing into my pillow. It was the first time I had cried since I found out my mother was dying. I sobbed for hours and hours, until I finally cried myself to exhaustion and sleep. Right before I shut my eyes to slumber, I heard a noise coming from the balcony door. I was too tired to see what it was so I ignored it, but when I woke up a couple hours later, the door was wide open and I was in my pajamas tucked into my bed. I was still too tired to get suspicious, but it still didn’t stop me from dreaming about it. In the dream someone slipped into my room and murdered me in my sleep, I woke up the next morning screaming. Luckily, I put my hands over my mouth before it got too loud.
The whole next week passed by in slow motion. During the day, I always felt more hopeful. I felt I could get through this and that everything would eventually get better. Yet, every night I still bawled and bawled and felt more alone than ever. Suicide was a common thought at night; half of me was actually afraid that I might actually sleep walk and purposely drown myself in the pool and the other half of me was actually excited about the idea. I was torn in two, always undecided and always unsure.
One thing I realized I did often was think about Jensen. For some reason, he was always in the back in my mind and I often replayed his sweet voice in my head. There was something about him, something beyond his perfected beauty that made my heart flutter when I thought about him and gave me butterflies in my stomach. I think I was developing a rather huge crush on him because whenever I wasn’t thinking about my own problems I was thinking about him.
After the week finally passed, school was getting ready to start. A part of me dreaded having to go to school and trying to make friends with people I was nothing alike, and the other part of me was excited to finally get out of the house and do something. I hadn’t left the grounds once in that week, and I only went outside to do laps or walk on the beach. I had spent most of my time on the third floor or in my bath tub. I still had seen very little of Vivian, the only time she would occasionally pop up was during breakfast, but then she was off to another meeting. I spent a lot of time with Hektor, and I didn’t mind it. We had grown pretty close over the past couple of weeks and I was beginning to really like him.
The night before the first day of school I tossed and turned in my bed, it was almost impossible to sleep. I finally fell asleep around dawn and then my alarm went off. I grumbled and turned it off. I fell back asleep and didn’t wake up until an hour later. My eyes popped open and I rushed out of bed, and before I even looked at the clock I knew I was late. I rushed to put on the school uniform and quickly ran a brush through my hair. I hurried downstairs, skipped the breakfast the cook prepared, and ran out the door. The chauffeur and the limo were waiting out front for me and took me to the school. I was only ten minutes behind schedule by then.
I felt my heart beat faster and faster as we approached the school. At first, I couldn’t even tell it was a school because of how beautiful and elegant it was, but once I saw three hundred kids wearing the same thing as me begin to walk around, I knew I was in the right place. The parking lot looked like an expensive auto dealer because of all the new and shiny cars, and when most schools had a bus drop off lane, this school had a limo drop off lane; there were no buses for the rich. The limo stopped in front of the school and I hesitated. I was sure I looked awful because I had just woken up literally ten minutes ago. This wasn’t a good thing because I knew first impressions meant everything to these people, and here I looked like I couldn’t care less, which was actually somewhat true.
I stepped out of the car and the cold wind hit me, I should have worn a jacket. Nearly all the students walked by me as if I wasn’t there, and I was grateful for that. I began walking quickly to the closest bathrooms-I knew where everything was because I studied the school map. I kept my head down hoping no one would notice, and it worked. I stopped at the bathroom by the MPR and checked myself in the mirror. I looked decent, but not as nice as I would have hoped. I walked outside again and wrapped my arms around my body. I didn’t understand why the girl uniforms had to be black knee length skirts and a long sleeve red shirt. It was always cold here; why not let us wear pants? At least the guys got to wear black slacks, the same red long sleeved shirt and a black tie, at least they were warm. Now that I was finally secure enough about my appearance to keep my head up, I was finally able to look around the school.
The grounds were, as expected, wonderful and perfect. It was an outside school, and everything was spread out and large. There were a total of ten buildings- A building was for science, B building was for Math, C building was for history, D building was for English, E building was for Foreign Language, F building was all the electives, the gym, MPR, administration, and library. In between these buildings were decorative landscaping. There was not a leaf out of place. All the buildings were white with black and red trim, the school colors.
Without realizing it, I had walked halfway across the campus. Most of the students were near the middle of the school where they ate during lunch. Because the school was so small everyone had one lunch. Everyone was with a group, not one single person was left alone, except me. I sighed and sat down on a bench next to me. A part of me was hoping someone would be over friendly and try to make friends with the new girl, but I of course had no such luck. I would have looked for Ruby, but we didn’t leave on the greatest of terms.
I laid my back against the bench and closed my eyes. I let my head roll back and it now dangled over the ledge of the bench, leaving my neck to be exposed to the cold air, but at the moment I didn’t care. I shut my eyes really tight and silently prayed that when they opened I would be somewhere else, anywhere but here. That’s when I had a strange feeling, the feeling someone was watching me. But it was different, like it was a person I somehow knew was looking at me. I brought my head back up and opened my eyes.
Jensen was probably the last person I would expect to be staring at me, but surprisingly he was. He was about twenty feet away and his body was angled forward, it was just his head that was faced my way. He looked nothing less than perfect in his uniform, making everyone else who wore it look a clown. His facial expression confused me. It was something between longing, frustration, and shock. Even from a distance, something in his golden eyes told me he longed for something, something that was apparently in my direction. His fists were clenched stiff at his sides and his eyebrows were crinkled together, yet he somehow still found a how to look devilishly handsome. Also, he looked amazed because his expression was somehow twisted, making him look confused at the same time. It was almost as if he was saying how dare she do that in front of me! I think the correct reaction to that stare would be fear; however, that was the last thing from my mind at the moment. I felt some sort of appreciation actually, appreciation to just be around him, even if it was him mad dogging me.
After I was done drooling over him I was finally able to focus on the lingering bodies in front of him. I recognized one of them immediately, but I was able to guess the other two. Ruby was standing the closest to Jensen, and something in her face told me she was worried, she was the only one of the four of them who weren’t looking at me. I wasn’t able to hide my own shock after I was able to identify all of them.
Each one of them had there own distinct appearance, yet, they all looked so much the same. They all had that pale white marble complexion and the same colored golden eyes. They were all beautiful, reserved, and more mature than everyone else. I couldn’t believe they were all adopted from different families except the twins. The only other girl was only about three inches shorter than Jensen, and she looked more model like. Ruby was petite like a graceful ballerina, but this girl, who I presumed to be Josephine, was voluptuous and provocative. Just by looking at her soft featured face and her long curly red/brown hair made me entranced. The man standing next to her was a few inches taller than Jensen. He looked intimidating and strong because of the way his chest stuck out a little in front of him and the way he held himself. He had short red/brown hair just as his twin sister, they really did look just alike.
I saw the man I presumed was Tristan lips twitch ever so slightly, and then I saw Jensen’s head move up and down ever so slightly. Did they just communicate in some way?
Ruby grabbed Jensen by the forearm and tugged on him a little to encourage him to continue walking. She forced a smile and waved at me. I waved back and smiled and they continued walking, Jensen was a little less reluctant to move this time.
After he took five steps he turned around a corner and I let out a deep breath. I suddenly became conscious of the fact that I hadn’t been breathing. Then I got chills. They started at the lower part of my spine then it reverberated to the top part. My hand began twitching. It was always a bad habit of mine. Ever since I was younger, when I was afraid or scared, my left hand would always start twitching uncontrollably. I knew what caused it this time. It was because the family I had hoped to become friends with had now rejected me; actually, they didn’t just reject me. They seemingly hate me now, and it scared me to think how alone I just may have to be from now on.
The bell rang and interrupted my thoughts. People around me began to sit up and disperse into the different buildings. I bent down and picked up my schedule from my long black sock. My first period was English, room D-4. I had to hold my schedule in my right hand as I walked to class because my left hand still had the jitters. I hated when it did that.
The first three periods of the day were long and boring. I had already known most of the stuff so it was more of a review for me. I think what surprised me the most however was the fact that not one person had tried to talk to me or introduce themselves. They just completely ignored me, and the teachers didn’t even announce there was a new student. It was so different from my old school that it was foreign to me. Usually when there was a new kid everyone tried to get to know them or tried to get them to be in their “group”. It was usually a big deal, but here, it was as if I didn’t really exist.
As I was walking to my fourth period class, a girl actually said hello to me. I looked up in surprise, I had just abandoned all hope of ever making friends here. She was around 5’4 with a plump, round face and rosy red cheeks. She had big black hair and big brown eyes. She was awkward looking, but pretty in her own way.
“You’re the new girl right?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
I nodded, “Yea, I’m Delilah, but you could just call me Lilah.”
She looked down and then back up, she appeared to be on edge for some reason.
“Okay well I have to go to class, but if you want you can hang out with my friend and me at lunch. We sit by the A- building. I’m Chloe by the way. You don’t have to come, we’re...well I’m just leaving it open.” She smiled friendlily and walked away. I hadn’t even had a chance to say thank you, or anything for that matter. I sighed and smiled myself a little bit. At least I won’t have to be alone at lunch, which was ultimately my greatest fear.
I walked into fourth period History feeling a little more cheery, not much more cheery but a little bit more, it was as a start. I went up to the teacher’s desk, a short and skinny red head, and gave her my new schedule. She gave me her class syllabus and pointed at an empty seat in the back of the class. The girl sitting next to the empty chair was flirting with the guy in front of her. The guy took advantage of the angle he was at and often glanced down her shirt. The girl didn’t seem to mind as she batted her long eyelashes and innocently rubbed his hand.
As I pulled out the chair and sat next to her she immediately stood up straight and focused her attention on me.
“So you must be the new girl huh?” she asked, although she already knew the answer.
“Yea, I am Del-”
“I know your name, Delilah. Everyone at school had been talking about you. People here in Hydden Palms don’t get much fresh blood, let alone sun. So we’re all hyped that we got someone new.”
My eyebrows crumbled. It didn’t even seem like anyone knew I existed.
“I am Isabella. But please call me Bella. And this here…this is uh…I am sorry what is your name again?” she asked-meaning the boy sitting in front of her that she was talking to earlier.
He pouted his lips then looked down, “Charles.” He then turned back around in his seat and opened up the textbook in front of him.
Bella rolled her big brown eyes and sighed. “God I hate this school,” she muttered under her breath. “Don’t worry; people will start talking to you. But these people here are all mindless freaks and they won’t do anything or make a move until the boss says it’s okay. But I know the boss’ type, and after seeing you I know he will definitely have no problem with you.”
Nothing she was saying made much sense, I wasn’t sure if I should go along with it.
“Who is the boss?” I asked, clueless.
“The boss…well, he would be the most popular player in the school. He would be the most handsome guy in the school, but he is second to the Winchester boys….mhmm…. but yes he is going to like you. He always likes the pretty ones with a nice ass, so he won’t have a problem with you. But I don’t think he has seen you yet.”
I chuckled lightly. She seemed very straight forward, very honest. That was a quality I had a problem finding in people. My mom was always honest with me, and for some strange reason Bella reminded me somewhat of my mother.
“Well it’s nice to know this school isn’t shallow,” I replied sarcastically.
Bella looked at me blankly for a moment then busted out in laughter.
“Finally, now I am not the only one who believes that!”