The Complexity of Being Me

~ Chapter 2

I roll my eyes. Still the same person.

I guess that's good. Maybe I didn't totally ruin her life.

Our teacher, a man with green eyes and dirty blonde hair, walks quickly into the room. He fixes his hair and clothes and steps to the front of the classroom. He looks familiar for some reason, but I can't put a finger on it.

"Sorry I'm late, class," he says in a deep voice, "I'm Mr. Lennox. Nice to see you all."

He takes out the attendance and he's about to start reading off the attendance, but he pauses and stares at the first name, disbelief plastered on his face.

"Nadia Blackwood."

I can hear the disgust in his voice when he says my name.

I groan. He's a Hunter, which is why he looks so familiar. Him being a Hunter also means he hates me.

"Here," I sigh.

He gives me a look and taps on a desk in the front of the classroom.

I roll my eyes, grab my stuff, and slowly walk to the desk while the class stares at me the whole time. I plop down sloppily onto the seat.

"Are you in contact with your father?" He whispers so only I could hear.

"No." I say through clenched teeth.

I don't even want to talk about my father, the white haired madman Hunter that made me the way I am.

"Good." He smirks mischievously.

I fight the urge to slap his stupid smirk off his face.

I look over to my right where Eliza is sitting. Father? she mouths.

I glare at her for a second before putting my head in my hands.

"Nadia⁠—" she whispers.

"Shut up," I snap, looking up at her briefly.

She looks away from me and sinks into her chair.

Mr. Lennox continues taking the attendance, never taking his eyes off me. Then, he goes over the usual first day of school stuff for the rest of the class.

When the bell sounds to head to second period, I quickly grab my backpack and make sure that I'm the first one out of the classroom, not even waiting for Michelle.

"What was that for?" Michelle demands as she catches up to me in the hallway.

"Nothing, I just wanted to get to the next class," I lie.

"Why'd Mr. Lennox move you to the front?"

I shrug. "I dunno."

"Okay," she says, raising an eyebrow, obviously not believing me.

We eventually find our way to second period after getting lost in the wrong hallway. We rush into class and sit down right as the bell rings. The teacher in this class looks normal and the class goes smoothly. After the class is over and the bell rings for third period, I say "bye" to Michelle and head to my third period. When I start walking down the hallways, I realize that they're already empty.

Ugh. I'm going to be late. This day has been far less than ideal.

All of a sudden, I feel my body being pulled back and I'm slammed against a wall of lockers. Pain shoots through my back and my eyes are met by a pair of piercing blue ones.

I am face to face with a boy that has dark brown hair and bronze skin. He looks a little bit like the boy who introduced himself to me this morning. His nails are digging into my skin, his hands pinning me against the wall.