William's POVA year ago, September"How are we doing today Mr. Delray?" Dr. Baxter enters the room as I sit on the table nervously. Over the last month I've spent more time than I would like in this office. Not to mention offices of specialists, and various labs undergoing more tests than a lab rat. I'm anxious to get this all over with because I am sick of being poked and prodded at constantly. If it wasn't for Selene's busy schedule I know she'd begin to suspect something is up with me by now."Anxious Jim. Worried you're going to send me off for more tests." I confess nervously. Jim pulls up a chair and sits in front of me as he looks over the medical file that's become thicker in his hand."No, William. There will be no more tests." He says with a sigh. "Have you told Selene yet?""Of course not." I huff. "I've nothing to tell.""William, you have been through a lot these last few weeks. It is important to have the support of your loved ones. You need Selene just as much as she n
William's POV"Wow." She whispers as her rosy cheeks lift with her smile. "I finally get to see those brilliant grey eyes everyone was boasting about. And here I thought they were just trying to poke fun at me."It has been eight days I have been gone and as promised by the nurse Dr. Augustine has sent word I will be going home tomorrow. Luckily there was a bad storm that passed through the other day and grounded a majority of flights to and from the US. Selene believes that is what's kept me longer than planned. She was also told my cell reception was affected by the storm and texting was the only way I was able to communicate. My nurse has been quite busy playing me on my cell and keeping Selene from worrying. I feel bad she has been such a help to me, and I still don't know her name. I haven't spoken since I began this whole thing and honestly I'm worried using my vocal chords will cause me pain."Good afternoon William." Dr. Augustine greets as he walks into the room flipping thro
Selene's POVHer pale blue eyes shift from mine as her smile fades quickly. Fuck. That was harsh. She wipes away a tear before it has a chance to fall. "I'm sorry." I blurt out realizing I was out of line. "I didn't mean it like that. I just""No." Lola clears her throat. "Don't apologize. It was insensitive of me. I just feel so helpless and thought a distraction would help pass the time faster.""You aren't insensitive. I'm just flustered. You have been nothing but helpful. I didn't mean to take my anger out on you."Lola's warm fingertips wipe at a tear I hadn't realized fell from my eye. Then she pulls me in close while hugging me tightly. Lightly drawing small circles on my scalp with her long nails. "My heart breaks for you Selene. Trust me I hate that you have to go through all of this again. I promise you I am here for you no matter what. If you need a punching bag, I will take everything you got. I will never hold it against you." Lola promises me. I know she means it. Wh
"Selene!" my father called for the fourth time attempting to rush me out the door in time for school. "I'm coming, one minute!" I call back from my bedroom as I take one last look at my reflection in the mirror. Dressed in a simple school uniform, a navy blue skirt with a single white stripe an inch above the hem, white button down tshirt, and navy blue vest with the school crest embroidered in gold and silver over the left breast. paired with my white Van hightops. My long dark brown hair was pulled back into a simple ponytail, a touch of gloss on my full lips, and black eyeliner accompanied by mascara outlined my almond shaped eyes. My appearance was modest for the most part, and meant to be ordinary to blend in with my fellow peers. I exhale one last long breath staring into my turquoise eyes that stand out against my tan complexion, shaking off the nervousness of yet another first day of a new school year. I grab my backpack off the chair by my vanity and rush out of my room swi
Desmond Ducat, his jet black hair that begs for your fingers to run through it falling just above those sparkling sapphire eyes that perce into the depths of your soul. Full lips placed upon a perfect face with that sharp jawline and if you're lucky enough to catch a glimpse of those heart stopping dimples. Leviathan Hawthorne, his dirty blond locks flowing in luscious curly waves upon his head. His cold emerald eyes that portray no emotion under that thick set of lashes, high cheekbones and that bone structure carved by the gods themselves. The pair had every girl swooning over them not just for their stunningly good looks but for those amazing bodies as well. Both boys were built like professional athletes, despite the strict uniform dress code, there was no hiding just how defined their muscles were, threatening to tear through those thin white shirts. The only differences between the two was Desmond was taller by two inches, and leviathan had an olive skin tone where Desmond's comp
I pretend not to notice him coming my way, fixing my eyes solely on the paper in front of me. We have no bad blood but I can't help but feel awkward around him sense we haven't spoken a word to each other in so many years. The table shook slightly as he bumped into it before lazily sitting in the chair to my right. His familiar sent of maple and wood swirled in the air between us causing me to take an involuntary deep breath. I missed this smell, it made me feel so relaxed. Taking me away to a past memory of when my mom was still around. I discreetly cleared my throat, forcing myself back to the present time. I adjusted my body trying not to take up space on his area of the table. Desmond flipped his workbook open pressing the pages flat with his firm hands. I noticed the deep patches of purple and yellow forming upon his reddened knuckles. Flesh was busted open and on a few of his knuckles a scab had started to form. His hands balled into fists before disappearing from my view. I felt
I take my seat beside Desmond placing my supplies and water on the table before shifting to a comfortable position. Desmond seems to take no notice of my presence being next to him, wrapped up in the workbook from first period with my neon green pencil firmly in-between his fingers while he writes. I take a drink of my water before clearing my throat awkwardly. "Sorry about taking up so much room and bumping into you last period. I didn't mean to bother you." I awkwardly begin explaining, while trying to break the silence between us. "I can move over a seat if that would make you more comfortable." I offer, noticing no one has claimed the seat next to me so there's a chance it could be vacant. Desmond's hand stops writing as his body shifts in my direction. His brows knit in confusion putting pressure on the knot above his left eye that's already began to bruise and scab."You don't bother me Selene." He states. "Why would you think that?""Oh. I just.. thought because I bumped into y
Fuck.was the only audible thought in my head, as Leviathan pulled the chair out and slid in next to me. All eyes were on our table, anticipation thick and heavy throughout the air. My eyes shift to Rosa who is completely turned in her seat facing us not caring if she would get scolded by the teacher. She seemed to be frozen in place with her mouth agape eyes opened so wide you'd swear they were going to fall out of her skull and roll away on the floor. I could feel all the eyes burning holes through me from all sides of the room. Although I'm sure they were not actually directed at me, I'm merely a victim of circumstance here. The entire class silently watching, waiting to see what entrainment this year will hold for them. No doubt this will be the talk of the entire school for the rest of the year. My table has just become the main focal area that every kid in the district will be glued to. I slowly look around the room and sure enough everyone has stopped what they were doing and lo