Extraterrestrial Love

New Student?

Have A good day honey, dad smiled. I’m going to be grabbing groceries after work so I won’t be home right away. Are the girls coming over this evening? He questioned.

I slammed my door and poked my head back in the window to answer him. Yeah, I’m pretty sure they will be. I’ll see you later dad. Love you. I smiled.

Love you more, he yelled as started to drive away.  I started to walk towards the school entrance. I noticed a group of kids whispering and glancing towards me. That's odd. I thought to myself. I continued towards the doors and noticed more and more people looking at me. What is everyone staring for?  I thought as I nervously ran my hands through my hair and kept my focus on my feet. It was very unusual for me to be noticed at all, besides Morgan and Trish of course.

I walked through the front doors behind the mob of other students scurrying to start their mornings. I was at my locker when I heard a familiar voice shout SCARLETT! I spun on my heel to see Trish running up the hall to meet me. I looked at her shocked. What Trish, why are you yelling up the hall? I stared at her as she was catching her breath. 

Everyone is talking about how cool we are from our adventure on Saturday. They are talking about a senior pop-up party. WHAT! I said, shocked. My heart was in my throat thinking about my not so little problem with mass groups of reckless teenagers going to the house hiding my new white-haired life or death secret. What makes them want to have a party at an old decrepit farmhouse? I questioned. Um, because they think it's haunted, that's why. She laughed as if it should be obvious. Why are you so pale, Scarlett? Trish said as she held up a hand on my forehead. You sick or something she questioned.

No, I'm fine, I swatted her hand away,  just shocked that we aren't in trouble yet. I said, trying to pull myself together. 

I looked ahead and saw Morgan coming toward us. Hey Morg!  Trish wrapped an arm around Morgan's shoulders. Did you hear we are famous? she said with the biggest smile I had ever seen.  

Naturally, everyone is talking about the ghost of millers lane. There is also a senior party supposed to commence soon. I’m not sure when it's going to happen, she said with a flat expression. She looked completely uninterested. 

Well, we're going whenever it does, Trish said. The only reason anybody wants to go there is because of us. I was getting my things out of my locker thinking of my white-haired problem. 

Hey scar lighten up we aren’t in any trouble and we are the coolest seniors for the moment. Try to relax and enjoy the attention. Trish smirked as she messed my hair playfully. Just then the bell rang signaling the start of classes. 

I'll see you guys later I said and shuffled to my first class. I got in the classroom and sat at my desk. I started setting up as the bell rang. I was still stuck worrying in my head, but some whispering broke my focus. Yeah, she's scared of everything. If she was brave enough to go into the house we shouldn’t be worried at all. I heard from behind me. Yeah if scaredy-cat Scarlett can do it we definitely can. They started to giggle. 

Pff scaredy-cat Scarlett good one, idiots, I rolled my eyes. I wish one of them would have met that weirdo instead of me. I thought to myself as I started scribbling down notes from the board. As Mrs. Donley was writing down the notes when there was a knock at the door. It was principal Edwards. 

Sorry to interrupt Mrs.Donley but I  have a new student starting in your class today. Come on son, he said as he stepped to the side allowing space for the new student to come in. Everyone's attention was on Mr. Edwards and the new student. In walked a tall boy with jet black messy hair and blue eyes and pale skin.  This is Alexander Klein. He came to us from the great country of Canada. Mr. Edwards said cheerfully, trying to be polite. He walked in and shook Mrs. Donley’s hand. My heart was racing. I was going to pass out. What was HE doing? I’m done for they are going to see right through that ‘disguise” or whatever that was. 

Mrs. Donley welcomed him and gestured for him to take an open seat. He walked down my row and my eyes were glued to him. I couldn’t look away. I was terrified.

He winked at me as he passed me. He was two seats behind me. Mr. Edwards left and Mrs. Donley tried to get class started but the students were all whispering about “Alexander”. Okay class we have all seen a new student before calm down. You can talk to Alexander in your free time. She explained. You can call me Zander, he spoke up. I looked back at him, we made eye contact and he smiled. 

I spun around as if his eyes had burned me and stared at my desktop. I sat there not breathing. I raised my hand. Yes, Scarlett, Mrs. Donley questioned. May I use the restroom, please? 

Yes, take the pass but hurry back we are going over information that will be in the midterms. She said. Yes, ma’am, I said as I grabbed the pass and scurried out the door. I ran into the bathroom and slammed the door shut and sat on the seat shocked. Why would he come here? He is completely insane. How am I to keep our cover if he deliberately puts us both in danger. I started to get a lump in my throat and tears in my eyes.

I couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. What am I going to do if he never leaves me alone? What if there is no end to this agreement besides death. I sat and stared forward in silence for a few more minutes then I went to wash my face so that no one would know that I was just in here crying. 

I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked pathetic. I have to get my nerves under control. There had to be a good reason for him to do this. If he blows our cover then he dies too. Unless he was lying. I thought to myself. I don’t want to do anything to blow our cover and find out. I can’t be scaredy-cat Scarlett forever. I smirked at myself as I walked back to the classroom. I walked in the door and hung up the pass. I walked toward my desk looking right at Zander. He was sitting at his desk leaned back with his arms crossed smirking at me. Why is he staring at me? He's being obvious. I sat down and focused on my work trying not to think about the problem sitting behind me.

I sat there feeling his eyes burning holes into me. How was I going to confront him without drawing more attention to us?