Agent of Death

Chapter Four

                                                                                    Godrics POV

     “Hey there, beautiful.” I said to the girl sitting next to me. She was on the short side and I love that. Being 6’3”, most people were short to me but this girl? She isn’t more than 5’2”.

     She shyly pushed her mousy brown hair behind her ear and gave me a nervous smile. “Hello.”

     “My name is Godric. What do I have pleasure of calling you?”

     “Uh.. My.. Uh.. I.. My name is Camila.” Adorable. She is so shy.

     “Camila. Beautiful name for beautiful girl. My first class of day and I am already looking forward to coming back tomorrow.” I leaned towards her and winked.

     “Mr. Ivashkov, is there something you would like to share with the class?” Mr. Acott sounded like a train whistle, his voice constantly sounded agitated and three octaves higher than it should be.

     “No, Mr. Acott, just trying to make new friend.” I looked over at Camila and winked again.

     After class, I caught up to her in the hall. “Hey there, Camila.”

     “Hi, Godric.” Her cheeks turned a fiery red against her pale skin and I felt a slight satisfaction that I was getting to her.

     “Leave poor girl alone, Ric.” A Russian accent piped up behind me and I rolled my eyes.

     “Please forgive me, King Buzzkill.” I smiled and slapped his back as he walked up next to me.

     “Forgive my brother and his lack of manners.” Nic said and smiled at Camila.

     She blushed more at all of the attention she was getting, “No, that’s alright. He’s been nice to me.” She smiled at the ground and I wanted nothing more than to raise her face and see her smile at me. “I.. Uh.. I.. I have to get to my next class. Bye guys, it was nice to meet you both.” She quickly walked away from us. Mm, she fills those jeans out nicely.

     “You are such a blok petukha.” I pushed his shoulder and grinned, he didn’t budge though. Nic had at least twice the muscle mass that I do and sparring with him was like going up against a brick wall.

     “Oh please, my man. What were you going to do? Take her right here in hallway?” He chuckled and we walked to our next class together.

                                                                                    Blades POV

     I couldn’t stop thinking about El. An image of her standing outside popped into my mind and I smiled a little. Storm clouds started to darken the sky behind her, making her look like an angel. Her ash blonde hair seemed to glow against the darkness and her ice eyes lit up my whole world. “Hi, Blade.” Grace was smiling up at me and my entire body immediately tensed.

     “Hi, Grace.” I don’t like that my voice was laced with hostility but I couldn’t walk into this building without Grace immediately being by my side.

     “Are you going to Luna’s party this weekend?” I heard the hope in her voice and for the hundredth time this month, I was going to shut this down before it started.

     “Yeah, I was planning on asking the new girl out.” Speaking of, there she is.

     “The.. The new girl?” She stuttered as I walked away.

     “El! Hey.” I smiled at her and if I wasn’t mistaken, her eyes lit up when she saw me. “There’s a party this Friday night, I was wondering if you wanted to go with me.”

     “Oh... I... Yeah, I would love to but I can’t. I’m so sorry, I wish I could.” I could see the sadness on her face and it hurt that I was responsible. Does she not like me? She couldn’t possibly already have plans, she’s only been here a day. Maybe she has a boyfriend back home.

     “It’s totally cool, I didn’t mean to push.” I started to walk away when she put her hand on my arm. Her touch was light but had the power to stop me in my tracks.

     “If you would like, we could eat lunch together.” Her smile lit up her face and there was no way I was saying no.

     Hell yes, hell yes, hell yes! “Yeah, that would be cool.” We walked through the cafeteria and grabbed trays full of a grey meatloaf, a solid brick of mashed potatoes, and exactly three pieces of broccoli each. Yikes.

     “Is... Is this edible?” She asked me, looking up from her tray.

     “Yeah, sadly. This is an average lunch here.” I stabbed at the potatoes and began eating.

     She scrunched her face up in disgust and mumbled under her breath, “Protivno, prinesu svoyu.”

     “What does that mean?” I don’t think I could even repeat it.

     She chuckled slightly, “It means, ‘Disgusting, I will bring my own.' Russian is my second language.”

 Second language? I wonder how many she speaks. “You speak Russian?”

     “Mhm. My last name is Ivashkov, my brothers and I moved here from Russia.” She smiled at me.

     “You don’t have a Russian accent though.”

     “I was raised in Alaska with my uncle until I was ten. Inuktitut is my first language, Russian my second, and then I learned Bulgarian in school when I moved to Russia, and then English after I completed my course in Bulgarian.” She seems insecure about that... I wonder why. She speaks three more languages than I do, it’s nothing short of impressive.

     “That’s incredible. That’s three more languages than I speak.”

     She seemed to hesitate for a second before saying, “I actually speak seven languages...” She trailed off.

     “Seven? That’s... Wow. I wish I knew so many languages.”

     “It’s not all it’s cracked up to be. It gets hard sometimes to remember certain words and I end up looking like a fool.” We fell into comfortable conversation and talked through lunch. I made her laugh a couple of times and it made my heart soar.