That Cyborg's Amethyst Eyes
Xavier Gonzales, as you might read often, wasn't your average teenager. She enjoyed school. She liked physical education, and signed up for the class every year- though she wasn't an exceptional athlete. Xavier never dated around, simply because no one truly caught her eye. Seventeen, she never knew the "joys" of love; she felt no intention of learning those joys any time soon. She felt content with the path in which lay before her, and wasn't ready to change it.
A month before the second semester ended, a new student came into play. Being a small town high school, word buzzed about the new senior that now roamed their thin, slightly dirty halls. Xavier, herself, was slightly curious, but wouldn't allow that curiosity to consume her, distracting her from her work. There were more important tasks to attend to; scoping around for the hot new boy wasn't one of them.
During gym, she dressed out quickly, wanting to know today's sport. According to the dry erase board located in the back of the gymnasium, they would be playing dodge ball. Excellent, she thought with a smirk, glancing over at Shelly Hickman. The girl squirmed under her small gaze. I'll get you back for almost pushing me down the stairs this morning. Oh, was the girl getting her share of karma this afternoon.
Two people were asked to choose teams, and Xavier raised her hand for the privilage first. The second was one of Shelly's lackies, and her own cousin, Carmen Gonzales. This didn't phase Xavier in the least; actually it excited her that much more. Going up against actual competition seemed like an even bigger victory. When the last few were to be selected, Xavier noticed a fair-haired man standing in the back, his pale arms crossed over his finely built chest. "Who is that kid?" she asked the coach, pointing to him.
"That's Benjamin Trek, the new senior."
Xavier nodded, observing his form. Defnitely strong, and fast. Though he had nice muscle form, his legs were built for speed. A perfect asset for her anti-Shelly army. "Yo, Trek," she called, the boy raising his head, staring into her deep brown eyes with his... blue? No purple. Amethyst... Xavier looked left and right, the voice in her head not her own. She shrugged it off, too focused on the oncoming game. "Front and center."
Finally, the teams were chosen, and they went to their separate end of the court, the balls placed directly in the middle. Xavier stood in the ready position, her knees bent and her body knelt for maximum speed. When the coach finally blew the whistle, teenagers raced toward center field, their hands splayed out long before reaching the balls. Unfortunatley, Shelly's agile figure left her faster than Xavier, and now held a ball directly in front of her. I can't lose to this witch! But, unfortunately, she was, for the ball now came hurling at her. No no no! she thought angrily as she closed her eyes, readying herself for impact. But before the thought of reconstructive surgery became a possibility, a slight mechanical noise was heard, as well as a whoosh. Opening her eyes, Benjamin Trek stood in front of her, Shelly's ball, now deflated, in his hands.
His next words were low, and could only be heard throughout the gym because everyone had gone silent: "You're out."
He dropped the ball and left the court.
That Cyborg's Amethyst Eyes
Xavier drove home, slightly dazed, her mind muddled by that afternoon's events. The class didn't commence as usual, for people continued to gossip about the "super human" Benjamin Trek. Xavier felt the same way- to an extent. Girls swore up and down they saw teeth jammed behind those perfect pink lips. But, of course, after Twilight, any male who showed extraordinary abilities was a vampire, right? And boys thought they noticed something bulking in his pocket, something crystal-like. Kryptonite, they said. Xavier, for the rest of the day, had to force her giggles down her throat.
However, Xavier did believe that type of speed, even for nicely built Trek, was quite odd. She couldn't believe someone who stood in the very back wall could rescue her that quickly. She became suspicious of Benjamin Trek, and felt adament to find out the truth.
Rolling up into her driveway, she parked and quickly exited her beat up VW Beetle. Petting the poor car, she rushed inside, backpack in tow, and slammed her door shut, hopping onto the computer. The last name "Trek" wasn't entirely popular, so finding different articles and sites with "Benjamin Trek" included in them proved itself simple. She scanned through every bit of information, coming up with nothing. He held a few awards, mainly merit scholar and athletic achievements. Not really surprising. Scrolling through the links, she found one that caught her interst:
"Trek: A Cyborg?"
She went to click on it, but someone barged into her room, distracting her from the investigation. She turned her glare from the screen onto the intruder: her mother.
"You left your keys in the ignition." Her mother set the jingling keys on her desk, then took the liberty of setting herself on her bed. "You seem kind of... tense."
"You've only been in here a few seconds, mom." Xavier's mother, Trisha Gonzales, was one of the most famous psychiatrists in the city of Austin, Texas. But even though she held a big name in the city, she still enjoyed living in a small town. Her daughter, on the other hand, wished it to be otherwise; that way, people wouldn't know her by that "psycho-lovin' city slicker".
"I know, hon. Just can't help but notice."
Yes you can, Xavier thought bitterly, closing her browser. She would simply find the article later; not like there were a lot of online newspapers featuring would-be cyborgs living in a small town.
"I'll fix dinner." Getting up, Xavier left the room, not turning back. After dinner was served, and the two of them said their good nights, Xavier felt too busy and too tired to deal with the article she found earlier. And now that she had some time away from it, she felt it to be ridiculous. A cyborg? Really? When her homework was complete, and she felt freshened up for school the next day, she hopped into bed, her head still spinning.
Xavier... Xavier... You are too skeptical to realize the truth. You know what you heard... You know... You're in denial. You heard my joint. It didn't crack, but squealed... And yet you're shoving the thought away... Too realistic. Poor, sheltered girl. Open your eyes now... Open them...
Sweat dripping down her body and pooling on her bed, she jumped out of bed and searched around her small room, her short black hair in her way. The heck? She thought frantically. Why was Trek's voice ringing in my head? I must be more obsessed than I thought. Maybe I need my mother's help after all.
That Cyborg's Amethyst Eyes
Xavier never went back to sleep, but instead obsessed over the new boy in town. Though she swore up and down she wasn't like any of these small town hicks, her thoughts continued to revolve around the same person they were.
What was it about Benjamin Trek that fascinated her? His good looks? His strength? His eyes obviously held unbelievable intelligence. Something about the new senior drew her to him, and she wasn't going to stop with this dilemma until it was solved. However, first thing first: she needed to get ready for school. Scouring through her closet, she contemplated over what outfit seemed best for investigating in. She needed to dress as a subtle spy in this type of situation. Surely Trek's sharp eyes would notice her "peering" at him if she wore her usual vibrant colors. Today, she had to wear dull colors. Throwing on grey skinny jeans, a white vintage T, and a black knitted vest, she bounded down the stairs and into designated bathroom.
To her, it sucked her bathroom was located an entire floor below her room, but at least she was one of the few who could actually say they had a personal bathroom. It was the only place her mother never took the liberty to barge into, which held a blessing for Xavier. Brushing her pixie-cut, spiking the back layers of the drastic angle, she felt ready for her day. After waiting for a toaster strudel to cook in their toaster oven, she bounded out the door and into her car, skidding out of the driveway and to school.
Of course, she loved school, but today, she felt far more eager to be in the premises of the building. She had more than academics as a reason to be there, a first in her book. Parking in the back of the parking lot, she hopped out of her car and right into school, her mood different from the every day. Sure, she loved being under the school's roof, watching life change around her in the eyes of her peers, but her own eyes were scanning the crowd for a specific student. Finally, she found him at the end of the Senior Hallway, a place she, as a junior, wasn't entitled to enter just yet. Not unless she was dating one of the seniors. And even then, the privilage was a rarity. Putting on her best poker face, she walked in his direction, trying her best to stay calm. Her mind was reeling with what to say or do, but she knew she would figure that out as soon as she opened her mouth.
Trek turned to her long before she actually approached him. This made Xavier that much more suspicious. Her guard up, but charm on, she said, "I didn't properly introduce myself, as team captain, yesterday. Or thanked you for saving my face. My name is-"
"Xavier Gonzales. I know. People talk about you often." His voice held that nonchalant tone, but with a hint of amusement. Something about what people say about her humored him.
What did people say about her? Xavier never knew people to bring her up in their conversations. Not unless they had to in speeches or something. Which seemed totally irrelevant.
"Ah. I see. And people seem to be talking about you as well," she pointed out, leaning against the locker beside his. "You being the new kid in the middle of the year like this has stirred up quite the buzz." She glanced at him seriously, hoping he would get her telepathic message. There's something about you, something different, that people want to know. And I'm going to find out.
His return glance was almost... deadly.
Turning away from him, she said, "I better head off to class. See you in gym." As she spun to walk away, he grasped her arm, stopping her in her tracks. "Xavier," he said, emphasizing the "h" sound in her name. "Don't... just stop what you're doing. For I know exactly what you're up to. You're not slick, my friend." He kept her back to him as he leaned close to her ear. "For whatever you find out, you'll certainly regret it later." His breath was surprisingly... cold. But then again warm. It was a neutral tingling against her skin, and it made her uncomfortable... in a good way.
She barely twisted her neck to look up into his clear eyes. "Says you. But you honestly have no idea." She tore her arm away and rushed into first period, Newspaper, where people were already hot at work with stories and editing for the next paper.
That gave her yet another brilliant idea.
