Chapter Two Alira

The chill of the fall air hits my spine as water dripped onto my face from the rain, falling from my auburn curls.

I sigh, turn around, and start running in the rain not bothering answering him. He followed not surprisingly, but what was surprising is that he could keep up with me. How is that even possible? No average human could come close to keeping up with me. Unless, he isn't just an average human. 

The rain beat down onto my clothing and curls, unstopping.

My shoes in a matter of five minutes of running are soaked and dripping, most of the road is full of water, there's about an inch of it. The water would go into the sewer but the level stayed the same. The rain was relentless and ruthless, the dark grey clouds above me never cleared up while I was running. 

I glance over to see Leo in perfect condition with a sly smile on his face.

I try my best to avoid the bigger puddles but it's almost impossible to dodge them. I just splashed right through, soaking the bottom half of my exercise leggings. My body shivered and shook from how cold it was.

 Although Leo is a pro at dodging the puddles, he was more coordinated than I could ever be, and was barely soaked. Like the rain wasn't even hitting him but rather, avoiding him. 

Fifteen minutes pass by and we're at my apartment door, I'm freezing, soaked, and there's a mini puddle under me. Leo is barely soaked, barely out of breath, and looks warm. Lucky bastard. Felt like it took years to get here but that's probably the rain's fault.

I rush to grab my keys from my dripping backpack while I'm violently shivering and mutter, "I'm home, so you can go now." I don't look at him, I just unlock my door, and boot it open with my wet foot. I enter my quaint apartment and kick off my soaked shoes, not bothering to take any time taking them off.

He follows me inside and says, "nice place. Kinda lonely though," and looks around with his hands in his pockets. 

Yeah, that's what makes it perfect for me.

 I rolled my eyes at his comment and set down my wet backpack next to my coat rack. 

"I'm better off alone. Speaking of, you need to leave and go back to school. I don't feel like getting in shit because of you, and I'm sick anyways," I threw up my dripping curls into a messy bun and gestured to the door. 

I don't want to play nice anymore. This is my place, my home. He was invading my privacy and poking around in my business. I wasn't going to deal with this in a nice matter. I wanted to be alone and him being here isn't helping.

"Did anyone ever tell you your bossy? Also I'm excused, and as your friend I'm gonna make sure you're okay before I leave." I scoff at his comment and roll my eyes. As if he thinks he's my friend. I don't have friends. 

Why would he care if I was okay or not anyways? He doesn't even know my last name.

He took off his shoes and shook his hair spreading little droplets of water on my not welcome mat. I'm serious, my 'welcome mat' says, "go away" on it. If you don't already know, I really hate people. But that's okay because people hate me too. 

He shuts my door, shakes off his jean jacket, and hangs it on my coat rack. 

You're not welcome here!

"Soup?" he asks and claps his hands together and looks at me expectantly.

"Hm?" I look at him confusingly.

He chuckles, "do you have soup?" he asks again and I point to the cupboard in my small kitchen. If it keeps him distracted from me I really don't care what he does. Although I really wanted him to leave so I'm hoping this is a step in the right direction.

I walk into my bedroom and slam my door closed behind me. I grab some sweats from my dresser and throw them on my two poster bed while I try to keep my nerves in check. I let out a deep breath and started to get undressed. My room was mostly empty except for my wooden dresser and string lights hung around my room. There was also some books strewn about and a mirror leaned on the wall but it was mostly empty.

I didn't really like too much stuff, I don't use it that much anyways but reading is the only thing I really enjoy. It gives me an escape from reality and a break from the real world.

I throw my wet clothes into the laundry hamper once they're off and shiver slightly.

I glance in my long mirror that sat against my pale blue walls and notice my abs are more defined and my arms seem a bit buffer. 

It's the full moon, I think to myself and throw on my sweats.

I prepare to meet the annoying boy in blue and open my bedroom door to Leo holding one of my bowls full of chicken noodle soup. He blew on it gently without looking up. 

Was he there the whole time?! creep!

"Oh hey you changed, also here! I made ya soup," he says with a smile and hands me the bowl and a spoon. That's it, I've had enough and I need some answers. I walk passed him into my small living room with a cracked beige paint job surrounding it. Since I just moved in a month ago, I didn't spend much time decorating it.

I sit down on my old grandma couch and set my bowl down on the wooden coffee table in front of me. The couch is stiff and has a flower pattern woven into it, the stitch feel to it brings me comfort on rainy days.

"Okay seriously Leo why the Hell are you in my house? Why do you talk to me? Why are you so fast? What is wrong with you," he winced at the last part and sat beside me. I look at him seriously and cross my arms awaiting a response.