Queen's Sacrafice Chapter 4

Chapter Four-Past and principal

I had finally convinced Rachel to stay over at my house, even though she looked kinda nervous being around my dad. Still things got a little more normal, meaning Rachel was a lot less tense, after he and my mom left for a "full member" only meeting at The Sharing. I didn't really get it, I mean I know he's the Vice principal and all but she'd never had a problem with that before…before everything went wrong. Before my parents stopped being my parents, and my best friend started avoiding me like the plague.
I was trying to think of something interesting to talk about while we mixed. Mom and dad had set Rachel and I to work for The Sharing's bake sale this weekend. Rachel and I were currently up to our elbows in cookie dough and the silence was starting to get awkward.
"So-" I began not sure exactly where I was going with this.
"Yeah?" Rachel said. She sounded distracted, and when I looked her eyes were elsewhere on some scene I couldn't see.  I glanced around the room and found nothing to interesting to start a conversation with.
"Oh no-" I stopped dead. I had looked out the window. I looked away, then looked back to make sure I was actually seeing what I thought I was seeing.
"What?" Rachel said finally looking at me.
"There's a naked guy walking down my street."
"What?!"
"I'm serious." Rachel pushed me out of the way, then almost immediately turned from the window blushing.
"Oh my Gosh he is naked!"
"Told you!"
"Should we go help him…?" I asked unsure. Rachel hesitated for a moment. Then she seemed to make up her mind.
"What can it hurt?"
"My virgin eyes." I muttered.
"Oh ha ha."  We ran out the door not even bothering to put on the shoes we'd left in the front entryway.
"Hey!" Rachel yelled. The man turned. I saw then that he was not a man, but a boy. He was about my age, maybe a year older and I would have said that he was very attractive…if he had not been standing totally naked in front of me. Not totally prepared for that yet you know?
"Yes?" He said calmly.
"Um…" Rachel seemed taken aback by his easy demeanor. "Oh my gosh I feel so blonde for saying this but…you do know you're completely naked right?" The boy looked confused.
"Naked?"
"Yeah, not wearing any clothes." She gestured to her own jeans and even moved her shirt to show him. "You know these things?"
"No. I do not. Could you help me acquire some? I do not have any of these clothes that you speak of."
Rachel and I exchanged a loaded glance both of us clearly wondering if we'd caught an escapee from the insane asylum. But really what choice did we have? We couldn't let him wander the streets naked, he'd get arrested eventually. He seemed rather nice despite being a little off.
"Sure." I said. "My house is right over here. We'll get you some clothes."
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In all honesty when he was fully clothed? The guy was cute. He was still something about him that was kind of off though, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.  He was sitting at the kitchen table now and staring around the room with wide curious eyes.
"So what's your name?" The boy's eyes flicked to Rachel's face, clearly deciding how to answer. But why did he have to think about it? It was a simple question right?
"N-…Nathan."
"And your last name?" Rachel pressed. The boy's eyes flicked around the room again, stressed this time. But why? It was just his last name!
"Smith. He finally said.
"Well this is my friend Melissa Chapman." Rachel gestured to me.
"And I am Rachel-" Her phone rang then. She looked at the number for a moment and then her expression was serious.
"I've got to take this. Do you mind?" I shook my head. A few moments later Rachel stuck her head around the corner.
"Hey I gotta go. Sorry to leave you all alone with cookie duty."
"It's okay. See you!"
"See you!" There was a faint thud as the door closed behind her. I turned my back on the boy, trusting that he wasn't about to pull some freaky moves on me now that Rachel was gone. I started rolling the dough into balls and placing them on the trays. When one tray was completely full I slid into the oven and set a timer.
"What is that? What were you doing?" The boy asked, his voice close behind me. When I turned to face him he was peering curiously at the stove, and fiddling with the knobs on the dishwasher.
"Hey don't touch that!" The boy looked abashed.
"I am sorry. Did I do something to offend you? I am unfamiliar with your culture…"
"My culture? Are you a foreign exchange student or something?" That would certainly explain a lot, but what culture had people strutting around the streets in their birthday suits?  
"Yes…" He said hesitantly, as though unsure of the word.
"Oh. Okay. Well I'll just ask my dad. He'll probably know you. He's the Vice principal of the school here. I mean if you just transferred-"
"No!" There was something familiar about the abrupt command but I couldn't quite remember where I'd heard it before.
"What?" The boy placed his hands on my shoulders and looked me in the eyes. His eyes were wide and earnest. I couldn't doubt the sincerity of those eyes.
"Please don't tell anyone of our encounter. It would make things…difficult for me." His dark eyes were pleading now. Gosh why was he doing this to me?! It was so unfair!
"Are you in some kind of trouble?" After a few moments I managed to force a coherent thought into words. He paused, thinking.

"Yes…but not the kind that would put you at any risk. Well…at no more risk than you already are." I wanted to ask him what he meant by that but just then the doorknob began to turn.  My parents were home. It occurred to me then how close my face was to this stranger's. But before I could do anything about it…my father walked in.