Noticing her

Dylan Sinclair released a loud and agitated groan as he realized he would have to come down from the clouds he adores and go to the place he dreads. School. Unlike other teenagers, he didn't hate school because of the teachers, the work, or the people. Dylan actually enjoyed those things. The reason he hated school was because school meant taking risks, it meant danger.

Dylan had to be careful enough when he was on Forever Incline, the mountain he goes to when he wants to fly. School was just another thing that he had to be extra cautious about. He never allowed himself to get close to people. Not a single person was he close with. Not even one.

Shaking his head at himself, he forced himself to circle back around. The giant, white, feathery wings flapped above him. The wind sweeping underneath them made him soar even higher above the clouds.

Soon, his feet landed against the ground with a thud, causing him to wince ever so slightly. The wings on his back folded over themselves before embedding into his skin. All of his shirts had two little slots for his wings. They were almost invisible. However, Dylan couldn't risk being questioned. This is why he always wore his light green cotton jacket that had small details of blue and red. He couldn't take any chances.

Running his hand through his windblown hair, a smile rested on his lips as he gazed out into the clouds. This moment had to come to an end. He had to get to school. Turning on the heels of his converse shoes, he made his way down the mountain to the little parking lot just a couple yards away. He opened the door to his car, getting in, before speeding off to the school parking lot.

After 30 minutes, Dylan pulled up to the brick school. It did look oddly like a prison. Maybe he just discovered something. Laughing softly under his breath at his own joke, he grabbed his black backpack that rested on the passenger seat of the car and held the strap tightly in his right hand. Opening the door widely since he was basically the only car in the parking lot, he stepped out and swung the bag over his shoulder. It was time to start the dreaded and worrisome day.

Dylan always got there early. It was just easier since he didn't have to run into people or talk to them for a partial moment of the day. This time was his sanctuary.

That was the day his sanctuary came crashing down. A tap on the shoulder was the simplest thing that changed his world forever.

A furrow of his eyebrows was enough to show his puzzlement. Dylan Sinclair spun around, his eyes full of confusion. But, the confusion soon faded away as his gaze landed on Avonlea Barlowe. She had fiery red hair that reached her waist in beach waves. She was short compared to his 6'3 frame. Maybe 5'4? She was wearing a lilac dress that fell to her knees, showing off her pale skin. Her face was just as pale, soft freckles scattered along her nose and cheeks. But oh her eyes. Her eyes were a dark green mixed with specks of blue and brown, filled with something Dylan couldn't quite pinpoint.

"Hi! I'm Avonlea! I'm new here and I was just wondering where room 221 is?" Her voice was soft and angelic. Nothing like Dylan has ever heard before. He forced himself out of it, clearing his throat thickly as his eyes hardened. The girl, Avonlea, didn't seem to notice. Instead of speaking, he harshly pointed to the end of the hall.

"To the right." He grumbled, just wanting to get back to his sanctuary. The girl's bright smile spread across her full, pink lips like butter. The breath of Dylan Sinclair caught in his throat. That had certainly never happened before. Avonlea's fiery red hair danced around her head as she nodded, thanking him happily before practically skipping down the hallway.

Dylan stood there dumbfounded. What had just happened? Who was that new girl? Clearing his throat once again, he ran a hand through his distressed hair. Just because she was beautiful, doesn't mean that Dylan is allowed to get close to her. Not ever. Nodding his head in agreement with, well, himself, he tightened his backpack on his shoulders before heading to his class.

Luckily, it wasn't with Avonlea, who's last name was unknown to Dylan.

It wasn't until ten minutes later that students began flooding the classroom. Dylan always sat in the back middle seat. Teachers tend to not call on him this way. The rest of the class took their seats, everyone was happy that they weren't assigned so they could sit with their friends. Dylan didn't care either way. He just didn't want to be noticed.

The day went by quickly, nothing that interesting happening. It was Dylan's second to last class which he had as a free period. So, he was currently in the lunchroom finishing up the last of his homework. Homework didn't go well at his foster parent's house. They considered it a waste of time.

Dylan had never left the home in which he first discovered his ability. He was still with Trent and Sam even after Sam had cheated. They barely even fed him. The only reason he had his car or was even alive was that he worked as a chef at a high paying restaurant when he could.

After getting lost in his thoughts of his home life, Dylan jumped in surprise as the bell rang for the last period. Springing to his feet, he gathered all of his work and stuffed it in his bag, rushing off to his last class. Art.

Just like always, Dylan was early as he took a seat in the middle of the last row, biting his lip in anxiousness as everyone else flooded in. After a minute or two, the bell rang indicating the start of the class. A loud sigh of relief escaped his lips. Avonlea wasn't in any of his classes so she wouldn't be a problem, a risk, or a worry.

Dylan Sinclair didn't know how wrong he truly was.