Amethyst Eyes

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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.

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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.

[Delta40]

I like this seemingly innocent tale of a teenage girl, with a cyborg and (oh to have the top psychiatrist in Austin as your mother!) science fiction theme tossed in. Some really great ingredients here and a undoubtedly an entertaining story.

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I like this seemingly innocent tale of a teenage girl, with a cyborg and (oh to have the top psychiatrist in Austin as your mother!) science fiction theme tossed in. Some really great ingredients here and a undoubtedly an entertaining story.

Thanks so much for your commentary. ^-^ Sorry if there isn't much description, but it IS a short story. So hard to do that, y'know! But thank you for commenting, it's nice to know someone likes it! =D

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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.

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As the rest of the newspaper staff worked vigorously on the next paper, Xavier worked just as hard on her own project. She set up questions, ones that were subtle, but hopefully would be enough to gain some type of truth out of him. Of course, Benjamin Trek wouldn't automatically admit to being a cyborg; not unless he wanted to be thrown into a psych ward. However, he seemed like the type to "hint around", and being an excellent journalist, Xavier felt she could find the answers beneath the ones he would give her.

During gym, she didn't dress out, telling the coach that some newspaper business took precedence. After promising to insert the coach into the next paper with an extensive interview, she was granted permission to pull Trek out for a while and question him.

As soon as he spotted her, his eyes grew cold and ice-hard. The clear blue became frosty, as if he was trying to fog up the evidence that lie behind them. But frosty vision wouldn't be enough to keep secrets from Xavier Gonzales, high school snoop and sportswoman extraordinaire. If one attempted to be slick, she would be just a little slicker. With this particular opponent, he was probably a fourth step ahead.

Xavier Gonzales enjoyed a challenge.

When they entered the smaller gym, completely alone in the dimly lit, vast room, she faced him, dropping her pad and pen. Placing her hands on her small hips, she demanded, "Okay, buddy. I don't like games. And I don't like people who threaten me. What the hell is your problem?"

Ben smirked, rolling his eyes. "You're a little too sharp for a... human."

Oh... ****. For some odd reason, the extremely juvenile part of her mind believed that he was a vampire. Or some type of supernatural being. Werewolf. Angel. Demon. But then that article title shot through her mind, reminding her of yet another possibility. Cyborg... She stepped back, keeping her arms in front of her, as if to guard herself. Though, with this speed demon, he could probably snatch her right up and maybe even break her in half.

"Whatever you're reading, it's true. All of it. Whatever you're thinking, it's also the truth. I am not human, but I am not beast. Not technically, anyway." He chuckled at his own joke, letting out a soft breath before turning his gaze back on her. "I warned you, you would regret it."

Oh, did he.

[chimney_swift]

I love these, I think you're a very talented writer. You write with lots of flair and there's a rush of enthusiasm and energy that I could never hope to emulate. I read it and it's like: wow!

I really love the main character Xavier, I think she's really spunky and kinda sneaky .

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Haha, glad you like Xavier. [; She's probably my most bold character yet. =D I try my best with that energy, since Xavier herself is full of enthusiasm. It's hard to do, since I'm not that type of person, but from observation, think I've captured that type of personality. [; But thanks for the commentary. I'll definitely write more later on today. [:

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Stepping away was futile. Trying to maneuver him was useless. Escaping, at this point, didn't look like an option. Her heart sank, as did her will. She wasn't the type to give up so easily, but today, Xavier Gonzales finally met her match. She swallowed, her eyes wide like a deer in the headlights. Many thoughts ran through her mind, most of which astonished even her, since she was the most abnormal person attending this school.

"What would bring you here, though? Being in a small town can't be safe for you." She tried a threat; reliability wasn't her middle name, but she hoped it would shake him a bit.

He didn't even flinch. Instead, a small smirk crossed his pretty lips, and his face turned sinister. "Thought maybe I would try it out. I have enjoyed the scenery, and the people seem polite... for the most part. Very welcoming, each in their own special way."

He mocked her? Seriously, he did he realize who he was messing with? Suddenly, a spark ignited inside of her, and she took a long, loud step forward, her fists balled and her eyes narrowed. "Listen, man. This is my school. Or did you not notice that? People come to ME. Anyone who messes with me receives a major ***** slap. And I'm so ready to hand you yours... as a 'warm welcome', of course." She placed her tight fists on her even tighter hips, an innocent smile on her face. "That's how I formerly welcome the new students."

She could see Ben's bright blue eyes glimmer with excitement. The prey fighting back. That, to him, probably seemed unnatural. However, he never met a girl like Xavier, someone with a large brain and a stubborn gut to match. He seemed amused with the situation.

"Let us discuss this later," Ben said, turning his back on her, already at the double glass door in a matter of seconds. "I feel my muscles sagging." Again, another joke, which she instantly caught.

"You're hilarious," she huffed, but let him go. She wasn't in any mood to follow him. She sat on a dusty bench, this gym having been deserted due to the newer, larger one just across the hall. Letting out a small sigh, she pondered over the brief meeting. That only left me with more questions. Grunting, she stayed there the rest of school, not willing to move from her spot. As if, at this point, she was going to do any work anyway.

For the next week, she avoided Benjamin, but still researched on him. She felt dedicated to her newspaper duties, but never had she been so dedicated to a story as she was here. In this type of situation, she wasn't even a journalist anymore. Today, she was Xavier Gonzales, Mystery Snoop. And certainly, she was on the prowl for information.

From the rest of the student body, they detected a lot of weird vibes from him; his aura was dark, his attitude seemed brooding, and he steered clear of everyone. Not as if he felt disgusted by their presence; it had nothing to do with a silent inferiority complex, people said. It seemed as if... he felt the need to avoid them. Some type of obligation toward them, they assumed. So people gave him odd, ridiculous nicknames: vampire, werewolf, Batman. All of it absurd, but not too far off.

When the week was over, Xavier had enough "evidence" on Benjamin Trek to get herself sent to the looney bin. Definitely enough to write her own paper. She had acquired his address, and sat idle there right this moment. She stared at the expansive white building, jealous of the very exterior. A very impressive architect; nothing she had ever seen before. Xavier had no clue such buildings existed in this town. But, being such a small town, she should have expected it.

"Waiting for someone?" said a low, but amused, voice on the other end of her car. She jumped, spinning around to face the stranger. She should have known him to sneak up on people.

"Just... browsing. I'm almost going to move out, you know. Gotta figure out my options." Neither of them thought it odd to speak through the glass window; she had a feeling that, if he really wanted to, he could punch the window and remain unscathed. Minus some patching up. "Mind if I check out your place? Get a feel of things, in order to make considerations, of course."

Benjamin stifled a laugh, unlocking the door from the very outside. Show-off genius person thing... "Absolutely not. Please, come on in."

Walking up the long, windy drive, he held the door for her to step inside.

And stride inside she did.

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So, I've decided I'm finished with this story. There's another one I wish to share, but don't want to post while this one is still in "existence" (meaning it's still on the forum). How do you delete? Just curious. And I need to know for future reference; it might sound lame, but I'm not one to sit with a story for too long. :/ Or is that normal?
Okay, veering from my original question: someone please explain how to delete?