Wings. -1-

Aubrey sat at the back of the classroom, watching the mysterious boy move down the isle of desk. He fascinated her since he came at the beginning of the year, two weeks before. Today, just her luck, he slipped into the desk beside her. She studied him. Set, strong jaw, pale skin, Dark hair. But it was always his eyes. They were a dark ocean blue, with bright gold rings in the center. He glanced to her. "Hi." He said softly. "Hi." She said back. He looked at her. "You're Aubrey Greenbriar right?" She nodded. "Your name?" "Derek Whitethorn." The English teacher walked in, closing the door behind him. "Pull out your books, we're taking it easy, just reading today. Partner up, find a quiet spot and read together. When the period is over I want you to assess each other's reading skills. Get to it." Derek looked at Aubrey. Her dark eyes met with his. She glanced away. She was terribly shy. "Well, Aubrey.. I'd be your partner." He said gently, studying her. Her eyes were hazel, a mix of green and brown, her hair a silky chocolate brown, which
fell into loose curls. She seemed fragile. He liked her. She gave him a half smile. He shifted his desk beside hers, opening the book. She couldn't keep here eyes off of his. She was drawn to them. "Are you sure, you wouldn't rather work with your friends?" She asked. "I don't have any." He said, staring straight ahead. "You seem to fit in ok." He laughed softly. "Sure. No one said I liked them. I can say, I'm liking you." He said, smiling. She smiled. "What about your friends?" "Friends.... No. I don't have any." "I see you hiding in the library." "It's home." He smiled. "Well miss Aubrey Greenbriar, I think we could be great friends." She smiled. Deep down, her conscious was screaming. She wasn't exactly... The most social. She hid in the shadows. It's where she belonged. The two talked for the remainder of the period, until the bell rang. Home time. "I'll uh... See you." Aubrey said awkwardly. He nodded, grabbing his books. He winced as he stood up. Aubrey stared at his back. Through his t-shirt was a thick, v shaped line. He shook her head, convincing herself it was a hallucination.

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Derek stood in his bathroom, staring at his white wings. Every time he filed them down, the came back. He sat back against the counter, thinking about Aubrey. An innocent mortal girl. She was quiet, but beautiful. He liked her. The little gleam in her eye. He smiled at the thought of her.