One of a kind

Chapter 2

“I’m home,” I shout as I shut the door behind me. Moving boxes are everywhere, which is only logical, we moved here yesterday.

“Elsa. In the kitchen.” my mum shouts as the sound of pots and pans crashing comes from the kitchen.

“Mum?” I look into the kitchen to see a mess. Pots everywhere, spilt sauces, vegetables almost chopped on the chopping board.

“I was going to cook us dinner, but- Oh, I just can’t do it.” mum throws her arms up into the air, “I should just let your dad cook until everything is organized. You know organized home-”

“-organized life, I know mum.” My mum looks nothing like me with her ash coloured hair, grey eyes and pointed face. I remember when I was younger she would take me hiking in the woods, but we wouldn't get far until I decided too climb a tree and stay up there until mum told me we had to go home.

“We should just go out to eat. But dad will be here tomorrow so don’t get your hopes up to much.” She pointed at me, a hand on her hip pretending to be stern. I loved eating out and if I was the one choosing, we would always eat out.

“I saw a Chinese place in town.” I responded.

I was standing against the wall, waiting for my mum to finish chatting with the owner to the Chinese restaurant. This would not be the last we would be eating here for sure. A motorbike rumbles and draws to a stop nearby.

“Hey!” Someone said with a raised voice nearby. I continued to look at my phone, someone had posted a picture of a puppy.

“Hey!” a hand touched my wrist, forcing my phone down. “I’m talking to you.” A tanned face looked down at her with warm brown eyes. The person had black hair falling into his eyes and a scar over one of his eyebrows. The cloudy sky behind him complimenting his look perfectly. His hand felt warm on my skin, like unnaturally warm, warm as in ‘you should be dying of a fever’ warm. I’m putting way too much thought into his warmth.

“How was I supposed to know you were talking to me?” I furrowed my eyebrows as he removes his hand.

“You’re the only one here.” He grinned.

“So? Why are you talking to me?” I cross my arms.

“Well I saw you and- well we have french together and I thought that I might introduce myself.” He takes a step back, pushing his hair back book awkwardly at the ground. He also looks like a model. Now it’s just getting weird, I must be in some secret photoshoot.

“Okay,” I pause for a moment, his eyes look everywhere but at me, “Are you going to introduce yourself then?”

“Oh, right. I’m Lycan.” he smiled at me.

“Hi Lycan, I’m Elsa.”

“I- Well I know.” He bites his lip looking at the ground.

“What?” I roll my eyes.

“Can I have your number?” he blurts.

“Huh?” no one had ever asked for my number before. My cheeks felt like they were ablaze.

“Well, I think you’re cute and I would like to hang out sometime.” he smiles kindly at me, a softness in his eyes.

“Sure.” Why did I say that? Oh my god, I can’t handle this, complements are scary! I give him my number and just as I finish taping my number into his phone I hear the chime from the door.

“I have to go.” I give him back his phone and half walk, half run to my mum. My heart racing a thousand miles per hour.

“Who were you talking to?” mum c***s an eyebrow.

“Just a guy from school.” I try to collect myself, mum can not know that Lycan has my number, she would start celebrating our marriage and children if she ever heard that anyone was interested in me ever.

“I’m glad you’re making friends.”

“About making friends, mum, can I go to a party this weekend?”