The Forgotten

Chapter 1

-Noah-

"Noah, get your ašs up or else you're going to be late. It's already 7:30, and it's the first day. You're going to be late, and you don't want to make a bad first impression."

I roll over, trying to tune out the shrill tone my mother's voice has taken on. Great, new school, again. A new school, new faces, new friends, new teachers, and a new start. Most kids would be scared, but I'm not. No, scared is not what I am feeling right now. I am dreading the fact that I will be exposed to more people. I dread the fact that I'll make new friends. I don't want new ones, I just want my old ones. I want the ones that I left behind.

"I'm coming, mom."

I roll out of bed and throw on some clothes that I hope match. It never really matters what I wear, no one pays attention to that.

I sprint out of the door at 7:50 and run smack into the girl that lives next door.

"I am so sor-" Before I can get the rest of my apology out the girl lying on the ground in front of my screeches like I just ran over her favorite puppy.

"MY COFFEE"

I reach my hand out to help her off of the ground, but she dutifully ignores it and gets herself up on her own. Feeling slightly hurt I retract my hand and let it hang awkwardly at my side.

Once she is finally stable on her own two legs she turns around and glares daggers at me. I am taken aback from her sharp features. She has raven black hair that frames her heart-shaped face. Her eyes are large and are a rich brown color. Her full lips are turned downwards in a frown. She's a petite girl, standing at only 5'1.'' My eyes roam her body but are quickly drawn back to her face when she snaps her fingers at me.

"Hey bud, my coffee is now painting the sidewalk and you have the audacity to stand there and gawk at me?"

I giver her a crooked smile that usually melts women's hearts. I don't know what this girl's heart is made of, but her heart has not been melted. Her eyes narrow even further as she takes in my features.

I know I'm not a bad looking guy. I'm 6'4'' and while I am slim there is no mistaking the muscle that my clothes hide. I have jet black hair and the ends curl. My eyes are a striking blue, and at times appear gray. I have a nice jawline and cheekbones that are sharp and make my cheeks appear hollow. I am in all rights what most woman would consider hot. If my looks don't draw a woman in, my aura does. It's a curse. Not to mention if/when people become too attached to me things happen. Bad things. Those things are the reason why I now must start a new school.

"Helloooo, are you going to give me your name, or are you just going to stand there zoned out? Because if it's the latter then I'm afraid that I must depart, considering I will be late for school."

I'm pulled out of my thoughts by the impatient little 5'1'' girl currently glaring up at me.

"Someone is a little feisty this early in the morning. I'm Noah, Noah Royal."

"Well Noah, I believe I have a right to be feisty. My coffee is everywhere and now I'm going to be late to school. I'm Iris Hasse. Now, are you walking to school?"

"I was planning on it."

"Well, I'll give you a ride, even though you've been a complete pain in my ass."

"You don't have to do that, I have two legs, Iris, I can walk."

"Nonsense, I'll give you a ride. Plus, I'll have a reason as to why I was late to school. Hopefully, if I waltz in with the new kid the office ladies will overlook the fact that I'm late.

"Iris Hasse, are you using me?"

"You bet. My car is a block down, can you handle walking a block?"

"I was going to handle walking all the way to school, a block is nothing."

"Well Royal, let's get a move on."

I watched as Iris bent down to pick up all of the stuff I had knocked out of her hands when we collided. This Iris was a strange one, she seemed completely immune to my looks. My aura acts like a magnet, and it seems to have no effect on her. Most girls would have been apologizing to me if we had collided, but not Iris. Iris started yelling at me. I was going to have to keep an eye on this one.