All We Know Is Falling: Fall With Me: Volume One Read Free Page A

backpack and pulled out a mechanical pencil. I’m cold, but I’m not a bitch. I gave him the pencil and he said thank you.
    A few seconds went by before he said, “Maybe a notebook as well?”
    You…have GOT to be kidding me.
    I dug around in my backpack and pullout out a random notebook. It was from last year but I pulled out all of my old notes.
    “Thank you,” he said again when I handed it to him. “Oh, and I really don’t like mechanical pencils. Do you have a normal one? I just can’t stand these things.”
    Don’t kill him. Don’t kill him. Don’t kill him. Mom would be pissed. Don’t kill him. 
    I got what he wanted and slammed it down in front of him. When he said thank you, I finally looked at him. And…holy Hell. I forgot my name for a second or two.
    He was tall. I could tell, even sitting down. He was in black pants and a dark grey sweater that didn’t hide what must have been the world’s most perfect chest. He had to work out. You’re not just born like that. Unless you were an antichrist. We tended to be on the ridiculous side of good-looking. Not that I thought I was stunning or anything, but it was impossible not to notice the beauty of my siblings.
    His hair was somewhere between brown and blonde, like it couldn’t pick so it just went, fuck it we’ll do both. It was just long enough to look messy, like he couldn’t care to run a brush through it. But it looked like it might welcome my fingers combing through them.
    His face…oh my god, his face. Like an angel but with a touch of The Devil. Trouble on two legs, this boy was. And I oughta know. The color of his eyes was a stormy grey. Warning of trouble brewing in the sky. His skin was pale—not as much as mine—and it looked soft. Like his mouth. Slightly open and smiling. At me. Because he was waiting for me to say something and I was just staring like a moron.
    “You’re welcome,” I managed to get out before looking straight ahead.
    Oh god. His face was burned into my memory. The most gorgeous face I’d ever seen and attached to the most annoying person I’d ever met. But it didn’t matter. I didn’t make friends with humans. Too fragile and too mortal for me to stand the idea of loving one and loosing one.
    The sole reason I didn’t have friends. Well…that, and my terrible personality.
    “Great, so can I have your backpack? I didn’t pick one up.”
    I glared at him. “Are you fucking kidding me?” I couldn’t help but snap at him. That, or I slam his head into the table and end the chatter.
    His smile spread and I had to fight to hold on to my anger. “Just wanted to see how much you’d give me before stabbing my leg with a pencil.”
    I narrowed my eyes. “Not mechanical, right?”
    “Well in a stabbing, it’s always dealers choice, darling.”
    Deep breath. Don’t kill him…don’t kill him…don’t touch him.
    I went back to my book and leaned forward so I could get away from him. I leaned on my hand while my elbow was propped up.
    He whispered into my ear, “But, I don’t have a textbook. So it would be incredibly helpful if you were willing to share with me.”
    Don’t kill him.
    I pushed the book a little closer to him. He scooted his chair right next to me. The noise was so loud that the whole class went quiet again and stared at us. The teacher cleared his throat and went on.
    The boy leaned close as he looked at the book. I just wanted this class to be over. He turned the page and rested his arm to the side of the book. His sweater went up slightly and I caught sight of a scar. It was thick and it looked like the cut ran deep on his wrist. It looked old. Long since healed. And it matched one that was on the side of his neck.
    If someone offered me a hundred billion dollars and the power to make chocolate out of thin air, I couldn’t tell you a thing about what happened in class that day. When the bell rang I almost jumped.
    I closed my book and shoved it into my Legend of Zelda backpack that my