The Inheritence

Chapter 3

I opened my eyes slowly. I was greeted with a pair of striking blue eyes staring directly into mine. There was a part of me that was memorized by those eyes, but an ever so small part that was disgusted by them. I noticed that the person behind the eyes was a girl, and then there was the fact that my head was resting on her lap, and her hand was lying on my forehead. 

“Uh, this is nice and everything, but I need to get to class,” I said stuttering. I still felt like I was in some spell under her eyes. 

Oh, God, did I just say that. I’m going to be a virgin forever, I thought to myself. 

She let out a giggle. It was like a very nice sound to hear, but I was more worried that she had somehow heard what I was thinking. Just thinking about that made my face turn beet red. 

She giggled again as she lifted her hand off my head. I was still staring into her eyes. 

“ If we’re going to get to class on time, you’d better get up,” she said with a smile on her lips.

“Ah...you...me...up?’’ damn those eyes, “ Oh!” I instantly shot to my feet. My face getting redder by the second. “Sorry about that.” 

She stood up and grabbed the glasses that were sitting on the floor next to where she was on her knees. “It’s okay, Sam?” She said as she put on her glasses and turned to face me. 

She said the name in a questioning tone. The fact that she was even questioning my name meant that I must have her in a class. When I looked up to her, I recognized her instantly with her glasses on. “Alexis?”

She grinned at me, “ You remembered.”

It was weird that I didn’t realize that it was her when she was hovering over me. “Yea, of course, you sit behind me right in English, right? Speaking of which…” I stated, pointing in the direction of the classroom.

“Of course,” she said, taking the lead. 

I followed behind her. She was the new student, just transferred in at the end of last week. I didn’t notice it before, but she kinda thicc though. Her hips swayed mesmerizingly as I walked behind her, but I kept my eyes lasered on the back of her head. Her golden locks bounced freely against her back. 

She slowed her pace and walked beside me. “So, what happened back there?”

“Huh, oh, I…” I began. The bell rang. We still had a flight of stairs to go up. “Well damn. My first tardy ever.” 

She tilted her head at me.

“I’m not sure,” I said as we started our way up a flight of stairs. “I walked out of the cafeteria, and…” I looked at her face. She was staring at me intently. The brightness of her eyes was dampened by the glasses she wore, so they didn’t have the same effect on me. Don’t get me wrong though, they were still stunning. “I’m not too sure about the rest of it.”

“Weird,” she said.

“You're telling me,” I said as we entered the classroom. 

“Mr. Alastor, Ms. Carmichael, I see you have decided to join us,” Mr. H said. 

“It was my fault, Mr. H,” Alexis said, with a pouting lip. “I got lost, and I texted Sam to come to find me because I didn’t know where I was, or where to go.”

“I see,” Mr. H said rubbing the stubble on his chin. He looked at me. “Is this true?” 

“Why yes, it is,” I said flashing a smile. “You know me, Mr. H, I must help a damsel in distress.” 

What the hell am I saying. Since when have I ever had this kind of confidence, ever, I thought.

He let out a chuckle, “of course you do Samael.”

Alexis’s eyes snapped to mine, “Samael? That’s an interesting name.”

“You think so? The only thing my parents left me, so it’s good to know it sparks someone’s interest,” I said as I started walking toward my seat.

I never knew either of my parents. I live with my step-father, so what I can assume is that my mother got pregnant with me, something happened with or to my father, and she married James, my stepfather before she had me. She then died at my birth. As far as what James has told me, the name, Samael, was already picked out between my real father and my mother. 

“I’m sorry,” she whispered as she took her seat behind me. 

I turned around to look at her, “don’t be.”

She took off her glasses to clean them and looked me in the eyes. I was overcome with a wave of warmth and belonging. But was the feeling in the back of my mind. It was hissing and clawing its way to the front. It is disgusted and angry at this feeling that was washing over me.