You are the protector

"I gotta draw him before his image dissolves!" She says slapping my hand, and then she begins. Blonde-haired boys... she has always had a thing for them. I'm more into Black hair on boys, or at least darker colors. Darker brown, and black. Tatum is a darker brown. I push Tatum's image out of my head. Today we aren't doing anything in class we took care of all of it yesterday, so study hall. I watch Sophie as she draws this god-like guy. She is drawing with lightning speed and is already 1/4 the way done with. I grab my free reading book, wishing I had something else to do. Wishing I could draw like Sophie, but if I even attempted to draw anything I would probably make a baby cry. I can't even draw a tree I bet. I test my theory on a note card I use as a bookmark. Drawing on a swoopy line then another. then drawing lumps to look like leaves. Nope. It looks like... something that's not a tree. Crumpling up the card, I get up and toss it in the trash. Settling in my seat again, I open my book. Getting lost in the mythical world of witches and vampires. The day flies by so fast, I'm already sitting at the lunch table eating the hamburger on my plate. Sophie next to me is trying to get the finishing touches on her drawing. She hasn't let me or Melanie me see it. Melanie and I begin talking about stalkers, and creepers dropping hints about Sophie being one. She is either completely zoned out, or is trying hard to ignore us. I guess the guy must've been alright looking for her to be acting like this, I try and peek over the table. She pulls the notebook to her stomach. Glaring at me. Then goes back to her drawing. Melanie and I glance at each other, she has officially passed the 'You're a Stalker" test. Dumping Sophie's and my tray, I run into Tatum. "Sorry!" I say steading him, with my hand. His hand shoots up grabbing mine, and I try to pull back. Whoops, maybe he doesn't like being touched! "Your hand is cold." He says, rubbing it between his hands. Shrugging he lets go, and I give him a wimpy smile. Turning around and scurrying back to Melanie and Sophie. That was weird, but it's true. I rarely ever touch people, because for some reason my touch is like ice. When the bell rings I make my way to my next class, getting stopped by Sean. He waits for the hall to clear, but once it is I start walking away. I don't want to deal with his shit right now. He grabs my arm and pulls me back against a wall. "So... Tatum invited you to his party Friday." He says, I gulp. This won't is good. I nod, and he pushes off the wall. Pacing in front of me " I didn't plan on going anyway, Sean." I say, and he stops pacing. Waving off what I said he continues thinking. "What's the problem?" I ask him, and he stops pacing directly in front of me. "You can't go. I won't drive you." I nod, and he looks down at me. "Hmm, no fighting back? Are we submitting now?" He asks leaning in closer. I shake my head, pushing him away from me. I start walking down the hall, away from him and I hear his chuckle. "You want to be with him. I see it in your face. I guess that's the way things were meant to go... Although I still you were shareable." He yells after me. I round the corner and pause leaning into the wall. Sean makes moves like that all the time at home but at school? Where people can see him? Why does he do that to me? Say those kinds of things to me? I want to punch him sometimes. Uncomfortable now I head to the nurse, I don't want to stay here with Sean. She calls Harris, who is at work, and he tells me to walk. I head out without letting Sophie and Melanie know. Halfway home my phone rings. Melanie's contact picture shows up, and I answer it letting her know that I went home sick. I hang up the phone after explaining to Melanie three times that I'm just not feeling good, and continue walking home. I can't believe Sean would do and say something like that during school, I don't want to tell Melanie and Sophie about what happened! I'm trying to shove my phone back into the phone pocket in my backpack when I trip over the big crack in the sidewalk again! Making that the third time this week! "Whoa, I gotcha!" I heard a boy say, and I feel arms wrap around me. "Gosh, where have you been? What are you doing here?" He asked me. Once I was back on my feet I pushed away from the boy. "Hey Lyra it's me, Chase." the boy said. I looked him up and down, I don't recognize him. I take a step back. His face changes from pure excitement to confusion. He has blonde hair, brown eyes, very thin figure but something about him is familiar. "I ... ah..." I don't know what to say to him. What if he is some psycho? "I've been trying to find you since the accident! Why didn't you come back home?" He asked. I take another step back, How does he know about my accident? "Lyra what's wrong?" He steps towards me and holds out a hand. "Come on Lyra your parents are going to want to see you, so stop playing, and let's go!" "My parents? What?" I say. He looks defeated and lets out a sigh. Now, this isn't funny. My parents are dead. "Lyra co-" he begins. "How do you know my name?!" I say I need to run. He is crazy! "Lyra it's me, Chase. The last time I saw you were right before your accident." He paused. "You... you aren't playing are you?" he hesitated. "I'm sorry... I think you have the wrong Lyra." I say and walk around him, then I begin speed walking. "No, I don't! I've been trying to find you for the past two years. You don't remember anything... at all?" he asks behind me. "Leave me alone!" I say. He grabs my wrist, and I whirl around. "My dad gave me pepper spray!" I say and I start digging in my backpack for it, thankful for once about him being overprotective. "Your father? Are you kidding me? Lyra your father and mother are trying to find you. You don't remember who you are?" He is talking and I find the spray. "Lyra you're not mortal." "If I'm not mortal what am I?" I laugh, he made up fairy tales now. Gripping the spray can I get ready to squirt him? "You're an elemental, a protector of the royal family in Springe."