Him – A short story by Ro-ro.
“Don’t be afraid” He murmured under his breath. Although a fair distance away Icould hear his whisper. His marble eyes followed me as I moved closer towardshim. Afraid I was not, but stupid I was. Each step I moved closer I could feel myheart beating, faster and faster until...BAM it was leaping out of my chest. I couldsee him grinning, showing off his perfect white teeth. He was as smooth asmarble and as black as a night sky. Not your average blood sucker and yet I wasdrawn in. Never in my entire life had I seen such a wonder. I remember our firstmeeting clearly as if it was only yesterday, which it was.
“Juliet getoff your lazy arse, it’s time for school!” my impatient mother called. Asalways I was late. In fact later than late, the bell had already rung. ‘Great,’ Ithought ‘late for my first day of school in the new term’. Year 10. So much layahead of me during this year, so many opportunities and new people to meet.“Juliet move!” Again the witch had spoken. Yuck, I hated the name Juliet, mymother had decided to call me after the tragic girl who fell in love with a manand killed herself. Joys. I knew I was going to have to endure all the teasing Ireceived from the last few years. I sighed, but got up and changed and ran downstairs. I flew out of the door and started the one minutewalk to the school. I divedthrough the doors and sprinted down the corridor to my tutor. Made it, but I wasmarked down as late anyway. I didn’t care. As a hung my head low and headedfor my seat at the back of the class I found it full. Sitting in my seat - the seatthat I had had since I was year seven, the seat I always sat on my lonesome - ayoung boy, my age naturally and extremely handsome. It startled me that sucha good looking child should be allowed in school! I gawped, gasped and gaped atthe same time. I must have looked like a fish out of water. He stared back, a grinplaying on his lips. Yet he seemed cold towards me and shifted away as I satdown in the seat next to him. How dare him! Steal
seat. Determination to getback at him and desperate to spark up conversation I turned to him, unawarethat he was already looking at me.“What?” I questioningly asked.“You.” He replied, and smiled again, more warmly this time. Embarrassed Iflushed as red as a lobster. ‘Great start’ I thought. I bent my head down anddesperately tried to focus on copying down the notes for Shakespeare’s Othello. Ifound this very difficult.
Getting to know him
As I stood up to leave he grabbed my arm and dragged me back down into myseat. Having now got used to him shortening my breath I obeyed.“Stay” he commanded. He stood up and left. I was very confused, I could notunderstand him and I still had no idea what his name was. I was too restless toask. Staring round the room I was unaware of his returning presence. I had notheard him come in. As I turned round there he was, his face an inch away frommine.“Follow” he said. My feet obeyed me, although I knew I should not and that mymother would murder me, I didn’t care. I followed him in admiration. He wasamazing. Fast, beautiful and very promiscuous always looking behind him tocheck I was still following. A short while later he sparked up conversation.“So, Juliet, do you like it here?” Stunned I could not reply. I had not told him myname that day at all. “You know my name?” I foolishly replied.