The day passed with little incident, and soon Lyna found herself packing her books away and heading out of class. She and Romana headed off down the hallways to the front gates, and both took quick notice of the fact that the walls were almost completely covered in campaign posters for the student council president elections. Not that either of them really cared for such things, although they were a little surprised that, amongst candidates like the head of the science club and a vapid yet popular cheerleader, there were inexplicably posters campaigning for one of the school?s top delinquents.
?Hah, do you really think anyone would vote for Charlie?? asked Romana, with much more than just a hint of derision in her voice.
?If they did, I doubt it?d be willingly, ahah!? laughed Lyna, before stopping dead in her tracks.
?Something wrong?? Romana inquired, as she twiddled with her messy hair. ?Don?t tell me you?re scared of big, bad Charlie, are you??
?Pfft, as if.? Lyna headed off back towards the classroom. ?I just forgot my history book, that?s all. Wait up for me, okay??
When she got there, the classroom was empty, as expected seeing how classes had already finished for the day. She swiftly moved over to her desk and looked for the missing book.
?Gah, I was sure I left it here?? she mumbled to herself.
?Oh, is this yours?? chimed a quiet, melodic voice from behind her.
Lyna froze on the spot, before slowly, ever so slowly turning around. She knew there was no-one else here. No-one was here when she entered the room, and she hadn?t heard anyone come through the door, so how did? Whoever that was get behind her?
?It?s very interesting, I must say,? crooned a boy around her age, maybe one or two years her senior, who sat cross-legged upon the teacher?s desk. A boy, huh. Lyna was surprised by this. The voice didn?t sound particularly masculine, for one thing. But then, it didn?t really sound feminine either. It was difficult to explain, but it had a strange, ethereal quality to it that made it sound like every word the boy said was a recitation of the greatest work of poetry ever written. ?The annals of history are full of such wonderful stories, are they not??
His beautiful voice matched him perfectly. His curled, golden locks framed a perfectly chiselled face like a shimmering halo, and his piercing eyes were a shade of brown so dark they felt like a black hole that seemed to draw you into him no matter what you tried to do. Add to that his slim, almost androgyne body, and you got the kind of guy Romana would fangirl over for hours on end.
Lyna, however, was not impressed in the slightest. He was just another pretty boy to her.
?Yes, that is mine,? she snapped, ?And I would quite like to have it back, mister???
?Oh?? The boy carefully closed the book, and gracefully leapt off the desk. ?Oh, I?m just a friend.?
?No you?re not,? replied the girl. ?I?ve never met you.?
?Oh, you?ve met me,? he sang. ?You just don?t quite remember. But I suppose for now I shall be a stranger.?
?That?s? Nice. You do that.? Lyna snatched the book from his hands. ?What are you even doing here, anyway? Classes are over, if you hadn?t noticed.?
?Maybe I?m here to ask a beautiful young woman on a date?? The self-appointed stranger smirked as the words left his perfect lips.
?Not interested.?
?Ah yes, I?m not quite your type, am I?? He giggled. ?Oh well, can?t blame a guy for trying.?
?Uh? Yeah. Whatever.? Lyna said dismissively, heading towards the door, before adding under her breath, ?Ugh, what a creep??
She had only just opened the door when once again she was frozen by the sound of his voice.
?They?re coming for you, you know.?
??What?? She cautiously looked over her shoulder, and tightly gripped the book. It was pretty heavy, so if the guy tried anything it?d work as a perfect bludgeoning tool.
?I said they?re coming for you. And when they find you, they won?t show any mercy. You and everyone you love will burn and die, and the rest of this world will follow them.? His cheerfully melodic voice didn?t change its tone at all, which was probably what creeped out Lyna the most.
??Uh-huh. Right.? She cautiously edged away from the crazy guy. ?That? That?s nice. I?ll see what I can do about that.?
?Of course you will. You?re the only one who can do anything about them. Why else would they be after you??
?Look, whoever the hell you are,? Lyna seethed. ?Just drop the creepy, cryptic act already. Do you act like this to every girl who turns you down??
The boy simply laughed at this. ?Things are moving into place far faster than you realise, Lyna of the Shining Brightness. They will come to this place, that you cannot change. But maybe, just maybe, there?s something you can change.?
?Oh really? Could you be any more vague there?? The girl was close to breaking point, her teeth gritting and her hands tightening into fists. ?And where the hell did you hear that title? Tell me now? WHO ARE YOU!??
The boy walked up close to Lyna, and somehow she found herself frozen yet again as he leaned over and whispered softly, ever so softly in her ear?
??I?m just a stranger.?
And with that, he left, leaving the dumbfounded and enraged Lyna standing in the doorway, clutching her book.
Hmmm... I know I'm supposed to be making this all up as I go along, but I think I have a vague plan for a plot in my head already. >.> But we'll see where this goes. I'd like to take this opportunity to say that comments are not just welcomed, they are requested, as whilst I do quite like this as a writing exercise, I'm not entirely sure if it's working as a piece of literature or not. Ahah, sorry, I'm just unsure about everything, aren't I?
