The Invisible Eccdentesiast

I look at the girl beside me. Curly short black hair in tight coils with skin that glowed like honey when the sun shined upon it. Once the guy who she called Peter Scott started beating on me it was like a single light glowed on her and made her stick out more than the rest. Her skin color, as beautiful as it is, had nothing to do with it, however. It was more so the waves of despair and subtle reserved silence that I felt. As I saw her run towards the girl who I was trying to defend I wondered why a person with so much sorrow radiating off of them, but subtle enough for not everyone to see, would try so hard in helping another person from suffering. There are times to be selfish and to focus on yourself, but for this girl, that wasn't one of those times and it seemed that she didn't have many of those either.

Once she laughed I noticed how sad her smile was. To laugh like there was joy and hide the pain behind it seemed like something she was used to and yet I could feel the hidden pain as she joked and talked with me, trying to make small talk. I remember reading something about this specific pain in an old poetry book. I think it was called being an "Eccdentesiast." Yes, that was it. The girl before me that seemed to try so hard to bring others joy was an Eccdentesiast.

Confusion hit me when I heard her say, "I guess you could say that. But it's probably her depression that is feared by Zeus. I guess her mind's too dark for people." I wasn't confused by what she said. It was more that I was confused on why she would drop such an obvious hint. Probably because not many people pick up on them. I don't know why this girl's sorrow and subtle silence attracted me so much. Of course, she was beautiful, but I would say beautiful is an understatement. She's like a Comet. Her world was ice cold until she entered someone's atmosphere, then her pain turned to semi-aggressive rage screaming out. Yet she was also a Nebula. She looks beautiful only for her world to be clustered with the dust of her past pains and anxieties. To think that I have only known this girl for less than a day yet it feels like a century. Like two old souls were connected once again.

"I feel like you have some type of love for books or calligraphy?" I told her as we were walking back from the nurses' office. Though what I said came out a little mumbled from the ice pack sitting on my busted up lip and bruised cheek.

I watch her stop and turn to me with a sort of amused expression on her face.

"Is that so? Then who do you suppose my favorite writer is, or style of writing?"

I paused before answering, carefully reading her body language and taking in her posture.

"You seem to like a thrill when you're reading but also like meaning in someone's writing so I'm going with Edgar Allen Poe and Stephen King for the thrill. But I'll go with vignette-style writing." Once my words slipped from my mouth I saw her eyes enlarge as her pupils constricted.

"How'd you guess?"

I shrugged. "That's just the vibe you give off from the way you speak and your body language."

"So you read people as I do? Except I read if people have good or bad intentions." She said as we started to walk again, the door to Principal Eli's office coming into view. In her tone, it was like she was glad to not be the only one.

"In a way, yes." Was all that I said until we fell into a comfortable silence as we sat outside the office door yet I wanted to say more. "Yet I feel like you're the type to read romances yet not have one of your own." But I didn't say anymore, I left it at what it was.

I contemplate on whether I want to ask for her number or not but I decide on just leaving this how it is...whatever you would call this. Until a more important question popped into my mind, I made eye contact with her.

"Nyx, you said you read if people have good or bad intentions correct?" I wait for her to nod before continuing. "So do you see my intentions as good or bad?" The eye contact she held with me was intense yet sensational, such as a deaf being feeling the vibrations from the walls of a music room as someone played Liebesträume by Franz Liszt flawlessly.

"It depends on which side you view the intensions from. For myself, I see it as harmless for you to try and figure me out as many cannot or don't care enough to do so. As for you, it could be mentally straining or you may not know what you are exactly going to see when and if you do reach whatever goal you are striving for." With every word she spoke, I could feel the our stare intensify more and more.

Before anything else could happen our spark was broken by the sound of a door opening and our principal's voice was heard.

"Mr.Taylor, you're up. I'd like to talk to both you and Miss Rouge. And Nyx you may go back to class now, you have about twenty or so minutes until the tenth period begins. So I'd advise you to go to your ninth period and see what you've missed."

And just like that the girl that I got to know for two hours of my life walks away down the hall. Her voluptuous curls sway and bounce as she walks away with her hands in the pockets of her grey sweatpants. I watch her hips sway and her poster straighten as she walks and her oversized black and grey flannel slips off of her shoulders until she turns the corner and she was gone.

The girl intrigued me and there was no denying it...