Parts of Awakening

 So below is part of the story I am writing. Its been around in my head since probably middle school. I'm not even sure anymore how these guys appeared but it felt like it was finally time to write there story. They've always been THE story that I've wanted to write. These guys are my babies.

She was loosing her mind. Granted in retrospect she thought this really shouldn't of been as much as a surprise as it was turning out to be. The signs where popping up everywhere and one was staring at her right now across the room in all his ruggishly handsome glory. She still closed her eyes though and breathed slowly as he counted to three backwards.

3
When she opened them again hopefully everything would be normal.

2

It was almost borderline stalkerish the way the man seemed to appear where ever she was. The worst part, Sarial thought, was the fact she couldn't actually call the cops without coming off as completely insane.

1

He was still there. He had to be a figment of her imagination, but for the life of her she couldn't figure out what had brought the bought on. She had never had hallucinations in the past before. She COULD ask Raphael but then there was a high chance he'd just scoff at her and complain that her brain had finally rotted away from all the hours she spent playing video games. Which to be fair was a lot of hours when she actually thought about it. It was feasible her brain rotted away.

It was like a breath of relief when she spotted her friends bright curly red hair in the sea of black and brown. It shined like a beacon and was every teach bane, but only because they couldn't prove Raphael dyed his hair (and Sarial thought they were secretly jealous). You didn't see to many redheads, or even blondes, in town, or anywhere. It wasn't what was considered normal and the society as a whole tended to frown on the act of dying your hair. If you were an adult you could get away with it, but they were still students.

It didn't stop the speculation of course on whether or not Raphael did dye his hair.  He claimed Irish descent and let it be, and Sarial didn't really care one way or another so she didn't argue on it. No, she was more envious of her friend for having something that made him different. All she had was the ability to see things that didn't exist, and that was something she was wishing she didn't have at the moment. It was useless also, she could only see the one man.

Why was she even seeing him all of a sudden?

"Penny for your thoughts?" I'm going to a nut house, she thought.

"Eliza has gotten more preppy this year." Sarial said instead as she pushed a pile of literature books out of her field of vision so she could see across the lunchroom. Raphael plopped into the seat in front of her and rendered it a moot point. The grin that stretched across his pale freckled face made it hard to be mad at him.

Raphael had that effect on people.

"And her outfit has become more skimpier. If I become a cheerleader do you think I can dress like a slut?" She asked curiously.

"I think if you do something like that then the world is really going to end this year."

"Your morale support is appreciated." She said, voice dripping with sarcasm. It wasn't possible for Raphael grin to get bigger but he did try his hardest as he fiddled with the books on the table.

"I do try my hardest." He quipped back. Sarial waved him off as a lost cause as she focused on a subject change that wouldn't test her sanity.

"Are we still on for the study group tonigh-- why are you looking like that?" She tugged one of the books back toward her side of the table, a smaller one that read Candide on the front cover in bold black ink. Raphael was wincing sheepishly, but at least the grin had disappeared. It couldn't bode well though.

"Uh..."

"You forgot." She sighed out.

"... And I have work?" He offered. Sarial raised a brow and stared. There was no logical reason for Raphael holding down a job. The obvious reason was because he was 16 years old, but mostly because Raphael just didn't need to work. It wasn't really a secret that his family was loaded, or at least loaded for there tiny little town. They lived in the two story mansion that resided in the few good neighborhoods that still existed, white picket fence and all.

Most people would say he was lucky just for having a family with money, but all the kids envied him because his parents worked overseas so Raphael lived pretty much alone. Wasted, because he was the most well behaved kid in town.

Probably. Sarial supposed he could of had a wild side but she had never seen it in the 3 years they'd know each other.

"It's a used bookstore." And then there was that. Raphael first and only love. They probably paid him in books. He would be the cheapest labor ever.

"Well it makes sense now."

"... I feel like I was insulted." The shrill sound of the bell interrupts her retort, which was probably the best timing ever. The librarian was starting to give them an evil eye for talking during what was suppose to be study hall. She sticks out her tongue as she gathers up her books. "Only 2 more classes." Raphael says reassuringly.

She couldn't wait to get home.