Ava Sinclair 2nd chapter

Ava panted hard as she collapsed over the finish line after her 3 and a half mile run. Dramatically on her face, Ava screamed into the asphalt.
"Good job," said the teacher, looking down at the girl, then traipsed away. After collecting herself, Ava strode toward the door. A piece of hair fell in her face and she tried to tuck it behind her ear. And tried. And tried. And tried. And-
"Damn!" she snarled and sighed and let the piece slip back into her scalp altogether. She sighed and looked around to see if anyone had saw. She began to skip back when she heard the whispers.
"Shut him up and get his wallet!" she immediately recognized a boy with a snarly voice (whom Ava always guessed was part dragon) named Rance Leopard.
"Okay, okay!" another boy with a wavery voice (still going through puberty-heh) said. Stepping behind the bleachers for a moment, she caught sight of the gang.
   Rance had a boy by the ankles and was shaking him good. One boy was whipping the victim good with a ruler, while the others cleaned his pockets and one removed his sneakers.
"What do you think you're doing?!" she snipped and slapped Rance good. When he looked at he, she clocked him with an upper cut.
"Leave him go!" she commanded.
"Ava?" asked the boy.
"I'll report you!" she screamed.
"If I have bruise so help me-"
"God forbid you break a scale." She gasped and covered her mouth. "...Nail..."
"You little witch-" then he smiled. "snitch."
     Turning her eyes to slits, she smirked at him. Her palms faced him. "Give me the boys things and LET HIM DOWN FOR GOD'S SAKES!" the boys dropped the other boy, which Ava had to grab under his arms before he busted his head.
"Give. me. his. things." she snarled. Rance emptied his pockets to the pale, blond girl. "Don't let me catch it again. I swear I'll report you."
"I'm afraid." he whispered. Ava gripped his shirt collar and let her face grow scary so only he could see. "You should be."
Returning her form to normal, the shape shifter released Rance and he fled, gang in tow.
   "Hey!" Ava said, flipping to meet the boy,"Are you okay?"  she checked him up and down for bruises.
"Yeah,"he blushed, his ears growing red. She handed him his things and he murmured a quiet thanks.
"I'm Ava, by the way,"she said,"Ava Sinclair."
"I'm Peter Machlown," he said gently.
"Well,"Ava said,"It was nice meeting you. Sorry it had to be this way."
Before she stalked off, he called after her. "Thank you," he whispered in his breathy voice,"for helping me, Ava Sinclair."

And as she walked off, she thought about his breathy voice, and how light and careless it was.

And how it had whispered her name.




Hope you liked it. 0-0

-MEG