Yet no one really knew them.
They kept to themselves, only making bare minimum effort to blend with society.
Well, except for Max Evans.
The third member of the trio, Max Evans, was nothing like the two people he spent most of his time with. While Michael and Isabel kept mostly to themselves, Max was part of almost every school event - as long as it involved some type of sport activity. While Michael and Isabel were rarely seen at parties, Max had never missed a single one.
Just then the front doors opened and the object at the front of my thoughts sauntered through the doors, followed by a train of guys and beautiful girls.
Mesmerizingly beautiful, Max Evans was like poison to the females of Roswell High. They followed him like bewitched puppets, almost tripping over themselves for a second of his attention.
The boys, the well-trained muscular jocks following Max, were keeping up a conversation about the latest game while Max's eyes slowly scanned the school hallway.
My steps had faltered somewhat when he had crashed through the doors (not even I was immune to his magnetism), but I quickly recovered with a snap of my back and by locking my gaze in front of me so that my eyes would avoid contact with his at all cost.
A shiver raced down my spine as I felt his gaze brush over me and I resisted the urge to look in his direction while I put my hands up against the front doors and pushed them open.
Maria was at my heels the moment I reached the outside and I felt relief flood me as the fresh air saturated my starving lungs.
"Are you going to the party?" she asked breathlessly.
I frowned. "What party?"
It was impossible to miss Maria's loud exasperated sigh. "The Halloween party."
I sighed. "I don't feel much like a party."
"Oh come on," Maria tried. "It's the party of the year."
Having reached my car, I fumbled through my bag for the key. "You say that every year, Ria."
"It's true every year," Maria said simply.
I brushed a hand through my hair, the unconscious act bringing forth the recent memory of Michael Guerin touching me and I shivered. "I don't think I'll go this year."
She looked at me incredulously and flung my own words back into my face, "You say that every year, Lizzie."
"They freak me out," I said, wanting her to get off the case. She knew how uncomfortable Isabel, Max and Michael made me and the Halloween party was held at the Evans' resident every year. It was a success every year.
Or so I've heard. I had yet to attend one.
It was apparently the only real social event that Isabel and Michael were involved in, which possibly made it even more alluring.
After discussing the matter with several people at school, including lengthy discussions with Maria, I had come to the understanding that I was the only one to really be uncomfortable around the three beautiful people. Everyone else saw them as unattainable, at another level. But they were not scared by them, rather, careful out of respect. As if they were royalty that always had to be treated properly.
Maybe that was what made me so uncomfortable; the fact that no one treated Max, Michael or Isabel like normal teenagers.
"There's something wrong about them," I told Maria and she rolled her eyes at the comment.
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