Her Protector #1

2|Laketon High

(Escort/Protector) Silas ------->

Heart by Flor

Final EDIT

Audrey POV

Their eyes flashed for a split second of what appeared to be amusement. However, just as quick his facial expression turned void of any amicable emotion. Those dark, brown eyes appeared to nearly peer into my soul. He hadn't answered but stood utterly still evaluating my facial expression. Did I have something on my face?

"Escort! I meant to say escort. Sorry about that hiccup. I'm a bit rusty to greeting acquaintances. I mean well new people. I- You know what! I'll  shut up now. Yup." My neck felt uncomfortably warm and just hot.

"Get in the car." His rough, deep voice sent a shiver down my spine. Goosebumps appeared on my skin. Was it chilly this morning? How can his voice be that deep?

"You sound like Santa." And surely again my mouth ran with out a filter. And as if I couldn't prove a dermatologist anymore wrong, my face burned, red.

"We're going to be late." He stood up and walked around his. "What are you waiting for, let's go."

I enter the car and get enveloped in a musky spice. Breathing in I find myself enjoying the smell. It wasn't overpowering with cologne but it was enough to breathe a hint. The car starts with a low grumble before starting my awkward journey.

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The whole car ride to Laketon High was filled with awkward tension that I, Audrey Calvino, couldn't help but attract.

  I tried making small talk with him but, he'd appear to be selectively deaf or really focused in driving. I really didn't mean to sound rude or offend him if I did when I blurted out those things. But I was an awkward human being who ofcourse ends up making a situation worse than it is.

"Look I'm sorry I called you 'protector', it- it just slipped? I mean I don't mean to put pressure on you.  And when I said you were Santa; I didn't mean it. Ok I did but I was missing some context. I was comparing your voice- I mean... You know what look, I'm sorry." I stumble upon my own words.

"It's fine." He cleared his throat seeming the least interested in my heartfelt apology.

I nod my head meekly before he parked in a parking space and I sort of lunged out of there. Tripping out of the car I am caught by my forearm by the one and only escort of mine.

"Be careful." He grumbled as I steadied myself before he let go.

"Sorry." I huff my cheeks flaring.

I keep my head down as I enter the hallway full of shouts, whispers, and giggles. Are all the students going to be dry and aloof like him or snobby and mean? I- I can't handle that! No, I can and I will.

I build up courage to turn around to the escort, only to find he was half way up the stairs near the entrance. He glanced back and tilted his head to urge me to follow. Few people glanced in my direction as I quickly followed his distinct muscular back.

I duck my head and attempt to hide behind my wavy hair. Finally reaching a considerable distance away from my escort I raise my head observe my surroundings. Guys around my age loitered around the hallway. Some talking while others plainly shouted straight gibberish.

A few girls passed by us and giggled glancing at my escort. At least Riverdale prepared me for that. I wonder if they sing too? Oh God, I need to put myself together. Focus!

My escort seemed the least bit interested and continued walking at a much slower pace than before. He glanced back as if to make sure I was following and pulled his backpack off his shoulder. He pulled out a packet of canary yellow paperwork and stopped infront a blurry glassdoor.