Fractured souls

"You could've warned me," I growled angrily.

My gaze narrowed, landing on the girl. I wanted to sneer but remember that she had tried calling out to me but I had ignored continuing with our 'agreement'.

"I tried. You just didn't bother to listen."

The crescent moon eyes squinted back at me, I thought to myself she was so pretty with "red skin"-- a Peru type brown which was extremely light, adding her thick long, dark, natural hair and you have to look at her twice. All of this was thanks to her great maternal great-grandmother who was Chinese by birth.

"Thanks a lot,"

I huffed, rising from my seat while pilling out my crappy phone checking my phone to make sure it was on silent. My purse, I opened, then checked that I had my identification card, my bank card and my keys. Confirming all of that, I prepared myself to leave the classroom.

Honestly, you can never be too careful here, because these kids would steal anything they could get away with.

Of course, my bag was different. I was never the normally known brand type. Instead, I bought my bag and shoes from Cheapside market from the old ladies who sold stuff that was no longer needed second hand.

My bag was quite sturdy though, made from cotton and a blend of polyester with metal shoulder straps, padded with cotton, giving it an old-fashioned look I somehow loved. All in all, my bag leaned on practicality than trendy and useless. Hence, no one pays attention to my bag and in extent; my stuff.

Also, I always, always had my most important stuff on me at all times, along with hand sanitizer, to clean my hand if someone touches me because yo, people were disgusting. I even had wipes and title spray as well.

Positive I had all I needed, I turned back to the door, raising a part of my lip in a sneer. When I saw that, he still stood there with those large arms crossed, biceps bulging - like, wow, this dude probably worked out twice a day to get those guns.

Ah, I shook my head, wondering; why could he not disappear?

"Yuh gine continue tuh block de exit Mr giant?"

I asked in a not so gentle tone, not even bothering to hide my accent.

It was clear he was not a "Bajan white". His stature and looks were different. It was a look that said; 'he was not one of my kind and I should be wary.'

He stared from my hair, which was secured in six cornrows going back for the week a green ribbon at the end which matched my skirt perfectly, then my chest since I didn't have much breast a handful I guess, maybe a tiny bit more. I was proud of them. I could go with or without a bra and run comfortably without them jiggling all over the place. honestly who would want that?

His eyes fell slowly, lower and lower, before returning to my face, which I had to admit that I was comfortable with.

I didn't turn heads again, which was fine by me. Neither did they run screaming, so I was comfortable because all I had to do was lose the cornrows, and I will surely turn those heads.

My belief is, after all, is that hair makes a person.

Though on the other hand, I still wanted Sharice's legs, those were slightly bowed and fair-sized in comparison to my almost skinny long legs. She had what I called a true coke bottle shape.

Slim upper torso expanding from the hips...

"Finished?"

I asked him. Looking back, I saw Sharice was finished and was standing behind me, walking past him. I paused when he grabbed my hand, pulling me to him.

What nonsense is this?

Suppose he scratched his a** and touched me or worst, got off and didn't wash his hands?!

Or maybe dug his nose?

I felt my body begin to shiver as I watched him breaking down in my mind from paranoia struggling not to freak out.

Oh my, the germs...

Oh my, I might catch something...

Oh my, I need to wash my hands-

No, I need to sanitise my hands, ugh like sanitise, wipe and spray ah.

He's one of them and he's touching me with his-

I stared at where he gripped me and thought ah he really needed some sun. His skin was extremely pale in comparison to my toffee tone skin.

I gasped. After all, I was female and sh** he was all stone-like hard, muscle was everywhere. Sigh only if he was from the Caribbean. Then maybe I would stand a chance, but this giant is out of my lead.

Either way, I was still curious.

"H-how tall are you?"

I stuttered in question, distracted when he suddenly dragged me closer.

I inhaled sharply, stiffening before relaxing. His scent was extremely pleasant: his clothes smelled clean, his chest solid. Among the girls, I was among the tallest already but in comparison to him; I was a shortie.

My head barely reached his collarbone.

"Six foot seven last I checked."

"I see,"

I replied staring up at him he reminded me of the guy I used to stalk when I was in fourth form, tall well-muscled and gorgeous as hell while my first crush was black with caramel toned skin though and just six feet with brown eyes a perfect low hair cut who outright ignored me.

This one was white six-foot seven-ish and muscled like he was on steroids.

Who, damn it! was presently assaulting me. To even make it worst this was the first day of school.

Like what the fickidy-f*ck was this drama?

Eh? Did I miss some sign?

Why would this fool appear and touch me with his disgusting hands?

What if I catch something?!!!!!!

I admit though I like his scent. Since most Bajans love nice scents and used their nose to identify many things throughout life and determine their moods, I really began to feel irritated.

The bell rang, saving me from him. I wanted to sag in relief because my mind seems to begin to sink into depravity and maybe the kind of thought to let my hands roam.

"I have to go," I mumbled, stepping away from him. When I looked down, I noticed this boy still held my arm and I really truly felt irritated, so in an unfriendly tone I growled.

"Release the hand Mr giant!" I snapped, extremely annoyed by this fool. He looked down at me while I glared up at his gorgeous feautures. Those lips, I'll not admit are tempting me, those eyes I ache to pluck and the skin I want to rub against to see if it is as soft as it looks. "I have a name, tiny."

'Your father is tiny, aunt, uncle, brothers and sisters are tiny!' I roared in my mind. Of course I stayed humble and shut up.

My nose flared when he called me tiny I don't think five foot ten was tiny but then again narrowing my eyes on him I was kind of tiny to him, this humongous dude looked to be around six-four or five, still tugging my hand I looked around noticing that my best friend was gone, what a deserter.

I hope she falls down the stairs or something!

Slumping in defeat, I waited, hearing the second bell and the sound of children rushing to the hall.

Tugging once again, I thought to myself; I don't want to be late damn it!

It's the first week of school and I had no desire to see the principal as yet. She scares me.