The Boy With the Silver Eyes ~A NaNoWriMo Entry~

When a new boy named Peter Menard comes to their high school, Best friends Sarah Wagner and Alex Haisgen know there's something different about him. When the truth is revealed, a whirlwind of lies, jealousy, and hatred stirs. An old rivalry begins again, and Sarah is right in the middle of it. Sarah must travel to a world were magic, monsters, sprites, and fairies roam. Will she succeed, or will her life end as she knows it?
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4. Chapter 3

November 3rd, 2015

Chapter 3

Alex’s POV:

I saw him walking down the halls, his white hair covering his electric blue eyes, his pale hands shoved into his jean pockets. Clenching my fists, I immediately knew who it was. “Peter,” I snarled, resisting the urge to wrap my hands around his skinny little neck. He smirked and gave me a little wave. “Why, Alex! What brings you to the world of humans?” Peter said cheerily, as if he didn’t know.

“You know very well why!” I snapped, clenching my fists tightly. I felt a hand on my shoulder and whirled around. There stood Sarah, her light green eyes filled with concern. My stomach flip-flopped when I saw her, and I could feel myself beginning to blush.  “Alex, Peter, is everything alright?” she asked. I swallowed, trying not to freak out.

“Uh…I…uh…” Peter placed a hand on my other shoulder, his nails digging into it. “Alex and I were just catching up. We knew each other when we were much younger,” he said to Sarah. She raised an eyebrow, but she seemed to buy it. “You two better behave yourselves,” she said, wagging a finger at us. As she walked away, Peter turned back to me. “You boys better behave,” he mimicked, making his voice high pitched and girly. I bared my teeth at him and swung my fist. He swatted it away as if it was simply an annoying insect that needed to be exterminated.

“See you ‘round, Alex,” he laughed, walking away. My chest heaved and I could feel my nails digging into my palms, breaking through the skin and drawing blood. “He can’t be here. He shouldn’t be here. I need to make him go back!” I muttered to myself, beginning to feel panicked. I knew that Sarah’s life could depend on whether Peter stayed or left.

 Seeing the time, I quickly went to my locker and grabbed my books. I checked my schedule, and, seeing that my next period was lunch, began to walk to the cafeteria. I set my books at the spot I usually sat at and went into line to get my lunch. The choices were macaroni and cheese with green beans, or tacos with rice and chicken, neither of which I liked very much, especially since it was the school’s. I decided to go with the macaroni and cheese.

 I went through the line and chose my other items. After paying at the register, I proceeded to walk towards my seat. My blood ran cold when I saw who else was there. It was him, in all of his wintery glory. I towered over him, trying to be look as intimidating as I possibly could. “Get. Out. Of. My. Seat,” I growled, giving him the stink eye. He smirked and scotched down, which didn’t help at all. “I meant completely. Go sit with the other freaks,” I hissed. Peter rolled his eyes at me.

“You’re one to talk. You have freaking fire for hair and eyes in our world!” he scoffed, picking at the food on his tray. “You turn people to ice, winter sprite!” I said. Peter glared at me and got up. “You said the s-word. YOU KNOW I HATE THE S-WORD!” he screamed, drawing the attention of everyone in the room. He swung his fist at me and connected with my nose. It broke with a sickening crack, and I felt blood rushing out of it.

 “Nobody makes me bleed my own blood!” I yelled, tackling him to the ground. Several of the kids pulled out their phones and began to tape our fight. Kneeling on Peter’s stomach, I punched him in the face over and over again, anger coursing through my veins. He struggled to break free of my grip, but I ground my knees into his stomach and punched harder. Peter’s body went limp and he stopped struggling.

 “He’s dead!” a girl screamed, running out of the cafeteria. The other students went into a panic, running around the lunch room and some even began to cry. I rolled my eyes and pressed my middle and index on his wrist, finding a pulse. “He’s alive, calm down!” I groaned. Peter’s eyes opened slightly and he tried to sit up. His face drained of what little colored and he had and he settled back down, moaning. I bent down close down to his ear.

“You’ll never get to her. Not as long as I’m around,” I whispered. I got up and gave him a kick in the stomach for good measure. I turned around and walked away briskly, ignoring the glares and mutters. I spotted Sarah standing outside of the cafeteria, her books all over the floor. She glared at me, her eyes brimming with angry tears.

 “Sarah, let me explain…” I started softly. She picked up her books and walked over to Peter’s broken form. “Sarah, please!” I said desperately. She turned back to me, her eyes filled with hate. “Stay away from me, Alex. I never want to talk to you again!” she hissed. She turned back around and knelt down by Peter’s side, brushing his hair out of his face. Jealousy and grief whelmed up inside of me, and I ran out, abandoning my books. Running into the hallway, I collapsed on the floor and began to sob.

Several teachers rushed past me and into the cafeteria. I didn’t care about any of it. All I was trying to do was protect Sarah. She didn’t know who he was, but I did. He came from the world of the Fe, like me. He was sent here, for one purpose and one purpose only. He was sent here to kill Sarah. As she knelt down by his side, I looked into her eyes, and I saw love, pure, innocent love. Sarah was in love with the man, or should I say, sprite, sent to eliminate her. I had failed my king. I had failed my people. I had failed…her

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