Chapter 8

Starting off the second week of school, I'm surprised to find that I am somewhat excited about it. I can't pinpoint the reason. I just felt as if something in my chest was pulling me to the school. And there is this fluttering feeling that wouldn't leave me alone since I got to there.

Standing at my locker and getting ready for the day, the fluttering feeling seems to get more excited. Maybe I should go home? I don't think I've ever had this feeling before, and strange things occurring aren't something to ignore.

I'm still contemplating whether to go home or not when I hear sniffing from behind me. And it won't stop. I think I'm getting OCD or something because it's getting somewhat on my nerves. I hear it come right behind me. Turning around, I see a huge muscular chest. A muscular chest covered in cloth. Looking upwards, I see a goofy, and in a way handsome, face.

"Hi," I say.

The boy smiles and says, "Hi there little guy."

I pout, "Little guy, huh?"

I may be shorter than him, but he doesn't have to rub it in my face. Whoever this guy is, he towers over me easily by a foot. His chin could easily rest on the top of my head. It connects to a sharp jawline. His short chocolate hair falls gracefully in waves and curls over his scalp, and some tumbles over his forehead. His eyes almost resemble the color of my eyes, if water was like oil. His eyes are the nicest blue I've ever seen. Not that I'm into him. The blue is just nice. It goes great with his straight nose and his clear brow.

"I didn't mean to offend," he replies, still smiling. He looks down at me. "I'm Bennet, Bennet Fitzroy."

I raise my eyebrows. "Bennet Fitzroy...Fitzroy?" I tilt my head and smile. "Are you the mysterious brother of Grid's?" I ask smiling.

His smile grows bigger. "Yep, that's me."

The 5-minute bell rings, and I start walking to my first day of a b-day, which is math. I've barely walked two steps when a thick heavy arm wraps around my shoulders.

"What?!" I practically scream.

I turn and see Bennet's face inches away from mine. I blush and pull back. However, Bennet doesn't allow me to go. We walk like that down the hall. I would think that after a week of Greg stuck on me, I would be used to the stares, but if anything, I'm more embarrassed. Well, maybe not that much. It's just another week with Greg 2.0. And trying to even get him off me is probably futile. I would know. Especially after a week with Greg.

Walking into the math class, I take my seat next to the window. Bennet takes the seat next to me. Grid and Greg aren't in this class, so I'll have to wait until later to see them. I pull out my math textbook and my pencil case. Eyeing the board, I read the instructions the teacher, Mr. Trenton wrote. He must have gone to the loo because I don't see him.

Hearing a sharp intake of air, I turn to Bennet. He keeps staring at me. What is he doing? He's resting his head on his hand, and he's just sitting and...smelling? Do I smell bad? I take a whiff of my shirt I'm wearing, and nothing strikes me as alarming. And looking at Bennet, he seems...almost mesmerized.

"Ummm..." I say. I don't know how to address this situation. How do you confront somebody if they're smelling you? "Do I...do I smell...um...bad?" I manage to ask.

Bennet grins and sits up straight. "No, you smell just fine," he says.

He rests his arm on the back of my chair and scoots towards me.

Mr. Trenton walks in. He says something about work and a project that's coming up.

"Do you want to do that project together?" asks Bennet to me the moment Mr. Trenton gives time for people to make pairs.

"Eh, sure, why not?" I say, and the reason I say it as a question is largely because I want to ask why he wanted to pair with me.

His nose holes, in a very funny way, seem to have gotten larger. I heard from TMZ, or maybe somewhere else, that the eyes of people dilate when they see something of interest or allure. I'm guessing from my widely powerful brain that noses are the same.

Oh! Bennet likes me! I know that's probably my powerful mind outsmarting itself, and I'm sure Bennet is just happy to have another friend, but ego is really easy to spoil. Especially one's own ego. And because that's one of my favorite games to play, ego-stroking, I'm going to do that now. I'm literally so interested in the idea of being interested in, I'm not going to let it go. Wow! I can have somebody wrapped around my finger! That is awesome!

While math class continues, I continue to put myself in the hallway walking around while everyone faints at my stunning beauty. And then, I'm crowned the stunner of the world!

"Alright, see you next time," says Mr. Trenton, bursting me out of daydreaming, and then everyone's leaving. I didn't learn anything during class and now class is over. Oops.

I look around, but Bennet is still next to me. I stand while getting up, and begin to pack up my belongings.

"Well, I guess I'll see ya later," I say, and wave goodbye to Bennet who seems to want to come along, but has other classes to go to.

He waves goodbye, and I walk in the hall. Thinking back to that daydreaming and play-pretend, as well as ego-stroking, I wonder for a moment if a conversation is possible with Bennet. Mmm, a little difficult to imagine.

Though, a relationship with anyone who is not like myself could be hazardous. Especially when you're like me, supernatural and hunted. Even among the supernaturals, my type is hunted and killed. Humans were the ones who took us in and helped us, and even gave us a name: gargoyle. Of course, most don't look like a demon that crawled out of the earth, but it helped to represent us, albeit to the extreme. Gargoyles were the product of a union between an angel and a demon.

After our creation, we were exiled from both heaven and hell. The only place left to roam was the earth. Humans, surprisingly, allowed us into their lives. So we became the guardians of their most sacred places. The stone representations were merely made to represent what was happening. A creature that was part demon protecting a house of God. Pretty ironic seeing as how we were exiled from heaven and how the lord didn't want to hang out with us. Y

But it's not as weird as how Bennet was acting. Using my brain again, as everybody should all the time in life, I can see that Bennet was behaving oddly, to put it mildly. Does he like me? I'm not sure. What I do know, is that whatever Bennet was doing, it was kinda bizarre. I wonder if I'm supposed to see this as him liking me, and that he acted that way genuinely to woo me.

Eh, whatever. Being a teen is a weird time of life.