I'm Not 'Strange' You're Just Way Too 'Normal'

Chapter 2; Ahah--Oh, you're SERIOUS.

"Evie!" Valencia called as I walked up to my locker. She appeared behind me, smiling widely. "I was wondering where you were."  

"I had to pick up Myles; he missed the bus." I told her, giving her a quick, one armed hug.  

"Cool." She said. "Hey, you haven't seen Desuna, have you? I thought I saw her earlier..." She trailed off as I shook my head. "Anyway, I gotta get to class! See ya'!" She turned back the way she had come and entered her homeroom. I sighed, opening my locker and grabbing the supplies for next class; Double English.  

When I entered the class room, I knew something was different. Nobody was calling out to one another, and they all seemed to be staring at two, unfamiliar kids; a girl and a guy. I took my seat next to one of my friends. Her name was Margorie, but I called her Mags for short. She loved gossiping, and quickly filled me in on who the kids were.  

"...The hottie is Chance, and the girl is his twin, Eira." She said, quickly snatching up my attention. I eyed the twins while she told me what I already knew about them; they came from Florida, they avoided everyone except the teachers, and something was something off about them. The girl, Eira, was steadily writing something on a piece of paper, her white-blonde hair obscuring her face. When I switched my gaze to the guy, Chance, I was startled to see he was /looking right at ME/. I quickly averted me gaze, but an image of his expressionless face etched itself in my mind. He had spikey-ish black hair, which contrasted itself with Eira's, and strikingly grey eyes, high cheekbones, and the palest skin I've ever seen. I risked looking up again, to see if he had stopped staring, but he haden't. There was a kind of dazed expression on his face, and when his eyes locked with mine, I felt chills scurry up my spine, like a thousand tiny spiders.  

"Why he has that look on his face? Oh! He's looking at you, Evie!" Mags exclaimed in wonder.  

"I noticed." I said, looking at my desk.  

"Oh, Evie! He's coming!" I looked up again when she said that, and sure enough, Chance was making his way towards me, a strange expression on his face.  

"Tell him to go away! Or say I'm not here or some--" I was cut off by and excited Margorie.  

"He can see you, Evelyn!" I think there was an amused tone in her voice, so I scowled at the desk again.  

"Excuse me but...We haven't met before, have we?" A voice asked politely, and was shocked to find myself calmed by the voice. I reluctantly looked up at the guy.  

"I'm sure we haven't, I was absent yesterday." I said, getting a better look at his face. There was certainly something odd about him. It reminded me of myself.  

"Oh." He said, not looking away. "Well, anyway, my name's Chance. Nice to meet you."  

"Nice to meet you too, Chance. Call me Evelyn, or Evie." I said, alarmed at how...not shaky my voice was. I attempted a smile.  

"If you don't mind me asking...Well, why are your eyes orange?" He asked. /Oh./ I thought. /So that's why he's talking to me; because I have orange eyes./  

My once normal voice turned hard. "Contacts." I said bluntly. Then, just because I wanted to irritate him, I asked; "Why are your eyes grey?" I was aware of a shocked gasp from Mags.  

Was that a smile on his face? "Oh, contacts." He said, a crooked grin making a twinkle dance in his eyes. I told myself he was certainly /not/ handsome when he smiled. No, not at all.  

What a LIE.  

At this unsatisfactory reply, I huffed a little bit. When an awkward silence started forming, Mags broke in.