We needed more time...

They died so fast.
But still so excruciatingly slow.

17 year old Tourmaline has lived her hole live without her parents, and with her one light-purple eye and the other bright-green.

She's just a freak, right?

But Tourmaline has no idea what kind of power hides behind those purple and green eyes, and she has no idea what will happen on her 18th birthday.

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3. Chapter 2 “When I saw you I fell in love, and you smiled because you knew” - William Shakespeare.

Chapter 2  “When I saw you I fell in love, and you smiled because you knew”  - William Shakespeare.

 

I’m on my way to lunch with my Ipod on, and playing loudly into my ears. I’m reading, walking, and listening to music at the same time which is the only thing I find I can do at the same time without face-planting the ground. So when I suddenly hit something hard - but somehow soft - I wonder why and look up to find beautiful ocean-blue eyes staring down at me. He’s saying something to me, but I can’t hear him. Why can’t I hear him? Oh yeah right I have loud music in my ears.

I yank the headset out of my ears “Sorry I wasn't  paying attention” I say, waving my book around like an idiot.

His ocean-blue eyes locks onto mine and I swallow hard.

“No, it was my fault I was lost in my thoughts” he says smiling, and I nearly faint.

I look at him closer- he has dark-brown blond curly short hair and  - obviously - ocean-blue eyes, he’s muscular-build, and is nearly as pale as I am he's tall maybe 5,9, he's wearing a light-gray sweater, some blue jeans, and battered black convers - like me.

“I’m Tommy Fitzpatrick, but people normally call me Tom, I’m new here” he says.

I just stare at him, trying not to laugh “Okay, but I don’t think I go under the term normal, so I’m gonna call you Tommy” I grin.

“Hey I’m Tourmaline Blake, but you can call me T, it’s easier” I smile, and reach my hand out for him to shake it.

He takes my hand and shakes it, his skin is extremely soft, and soothingly warm. He holds my hand, just a little too long - and I secretly like it… GET A GRIP T.

“So where do you come from?” I ask smiling.

“I come from London, but me and my mom just moved to Ireland last month” he explains.

“Lucky you” I say, grinning.

I turn to look at the building in front of us - to stop staring at him - the most obvious thing with it’s big number 2 written in black. I turn back to him - I can’t help it - and see him staring at me with a smile on his perfect lips… THE GRIP T, THE GRIP.

I smile “What?” I ask wondering why he’s staring at me.

He blushes a bit and looks away “It’s just your eyes, I’ve never seen anything like it - they're beautiful” he mumbles.

I stare at him, shocked “Hmm… yeah, that’s kind of a statement piece for being ‘the weirdo’” I say signing, he looks at me again and chuckles - it sounds a bit like a low thunder - my favorite weather - T, WAKE UP GIRL.

“You don’t remind me of a weirdo, why would you say that?” he asks.

I just stare at him “You really are new here, aren’t you?” I say, and then start to walk away.

He runs after me “Hey, wait up!” He shouts, catching up to me, then says, “Yes, I am really new here. Did I do something to offend you”

I stop and look up at him in shock. “NO, no! You didn’t do anything wrong. It’s just that you don’t wanna hang out with me for too long, or you are gonna get stamped”.

He stands still, looking down at me, confused “Stamped, what is that supposed to mean?” he asks.

“It means that you get stamped a weirdo or loser… or both” I say.

He just laughs and it sounds so good I can’t help smiling “That is the dumbest thing I have ever heard, and if I cared what other people thought about me and who I hang out with I would be depressed and without friend, and besides I like you” he says, matter-of-factly locking his warm eyes with my weird ones.

“Oooookaaaay, let's get this show on the road” I say leading the way to building two - barely escaping a clumsy stumble - and lunch. Tom chuckles and catches up to walk next to me. We fall into step, and I get the feeling we’ve known each other for years - and I kind of like the warm feeling that he’s next to me.

 

**********

 

We come to a stop at building 2 and I stop just outside the door.

“Hmm… well here we are. Are you sure you wanna sit with us” I ask him - hopping he says yes.

He puts his hand on my shoulder and I’m kinda afraid I’ll melt.

“Again, yes I’m sure and by the way who is this us… do you have a boyfriend or something?”

I giggle at his question and say, “No, I don’t have a boyfriend, but I do have a friend who’s a boy, but he’s more like a brother to me ” T, YOU'RE RAMBLING.

We´re just staring at each other and just at the right moment Reece comes running toward us “T, IT’S MEATBALL-MONDAY!” now he’s standing right in front of me, shaking my shoulder.

“I totally forgot! woohooo meaaatbaaalls!” he cries out.

I stand on my toes and grab him by the shoulder.

“Reece you have got to calm down! How many meatball sandwiches did you have? And by the way you're making all eyes go this way, and I don’t really like that”

Reece glances behind his shoulders and says, “Show´s over, thank you very much” and then bows.

I giggle “This is Reece Lemon. Reece, Tommy Fitzpatrick, Tommy, Reece” I smile at Tommy. He looks at Reece and Reece inspects him “Are you on steroids or something?” Reece asks.

I slap him on his arm, “Reece” I hiss, but Reece just laughs it of.

“Ooooh, I’m sorry wonder-boy, my name is Reece, but I guess you already know that” he says reaching out to shake Tommy’s hand, Tommy takes his hand and  shakes it.

“It’s quite okay, I found it kinda funny” he says blushing a bit.

I blush as well, as Reece pulls me toward the line to meatball sandwiches.

I quickly grab Tommy’s hand - I love the feeling of my hand in his, WHAT IS HAPPENING TO YOU, T- and drag him along too.

 

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