It’s still sitting on the couch in the living room. Frustrated, I start pacing. Just when I think I had finally met people who could actually care about me, I find out it is all an act. I am just a means to end their war, nothing more. I’m only the prophecy girl.
Once a freak, always a freak.
Caught up in my thoughts, I don’t hear my door open. When I turn back around to pace to the other side of room, I freeze. Colton is standing in my doorway and when he sees me looking at him, he steps into the room, “Ryanne…”
“Please don’t, Colton. I’ve heard enough.”
He walks over to my bed and sits on the edge. “I didn’t mean it.”
“I doubt that.”
“Ryanne, if you had been reading my thoughts, you’d know that I didn’t mean it. I was tired of everyone grilling me about you.” He places his head in his hands, not looking at me.
I walk up to him and lean against the bed post. “Well, for some reason, I can’t read your thoughts.” I pause and look around the room, before continuing. “I haven’t had any friends in a really long time and just when I think that I might have some, you say that you’re only being nice to me because you feel bad for me. You think that’s a confidence booster? It’s not. I don’t want your pity, Colton.”
He drops his hands and turns towards me, “You really think that I want to be your friend because I pity you? God, Ryanne, you are oblivious.”
“What?”
He gets up from the bed and stops in front of me, looking down at me. I don’t know what he means by that. Shaking his head and running his hand through his hair, he says, “Nothing. Just please believe me. I didn’t mean anything I said. I’m very sorry. I don’t want you mad at me.”
I look up at him and study his expression. Reluctantly, I agree. He looks very upset at the prospect that I might remain mad at him. Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t have stayed mad at him for too long. “I forgive you,” I whisper.
He puts a finger under my chin and tilts my head up. Leaning down, he kisses my forehead. His lips linger on my skin for a couple seconds, before he steps away from me. My skin tingles where his lips touched. Trying to keep a blush hidden, I turn and watch him as he brushes past me towards the door.
“The rest of us are going to train today. Do you want to join?” I nod my head, not trusting myself to speak. When he closes the door, I walk to the closet and get out an outfit similar to the one I wore yesterday, though in a different color. This shirt is a pale green, bringing out the green specks in my eyes. I loosely braid my hair back and then put it that into a messy bun.
I walk into the training room and notice that everything is already set up, but no one is here. Tom comes into the room and says, “Today, I want you to take what you learned yesterday and try to stop the boy’s attack.”
“Whose attack?” Tom ignores me and walks backwards, smiling at me as he goes.
He’s up to something.
I see David run out of the corner of the room and head straight for me. Oh, I get it now. I get into a stance and wait for David to reach me. When I see that he isn’t going to slow down, I move out of the way. He runs past me and then stops, turning to face me. He reaches out and tries to swing at me. I duck and swing my legs out, trying to knock him off balance. He anticipates my move and grabs my leg, pulling me towards him. I let him pull me and then swing my arm out and hit him in the gut. He doubles over, trying to catch his breath, and loosens his grip on my other leg. I jerk back and jump up, preparing myself for another attack.
I have an idea and just hope that I can accomplish it. David straightens up and smirks at me, before slowly walking towards me again. I stand my ground and wait until he gets close. He spins around, swinging his leg out and hits the back of my calves. I fly backwards and land on the hard