Jet's POV

~~~

I was already on my way out the door when I got a phone call from my friend, asking for a tiny favour.

She'd wanted coffee of course.

Over the many years I've spent being friends with Vera I've learnt that she can barely create a sentence without the help of a cup of coffee.

I'm seriously not kidding, she'd be this mumbling person who yawned a lot but put one cup of caffeine in front of her and she'd be wide awake, chatting her heart out.

I'd been planning to drop by the bank and see her anyway, I had to pass by it to get to school.

I'm studying to be a doctor, just like my parents wanted although when I think about it I've always wanted to help people.

Who am I kidding though, I'll be lucky if I can make it to the end of the year, I haven't even gotten onto the tricky stuff yet.

I was too tired all the time, I'd been lucky and didn't have to go to work since my parents agreed to pay for my apartment as long as I was in school but it still hard.

At the age of five I'd been diagnosed with Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder, ADHD and it was hard for me to pay attention.

Seriously, it was almost painful having to sit in a lecture for just half an hour and sometimes it could go for longer than that.

More than once I've had the professor tell me to sit down or be quiet which can be pretty damn embarrassing when you're a shy person.

It doesn't take much to make me blush, a simple comment or even looking at me for too long will do.
This is the exact reason I've only had one boyfriend in my life.

I'm introverted to say the least and with the help of enough stress I am prone to completely snapping and saying everything that'd been on my mind for the past ten minutes in one go.

So that's obviously gonna be a desirable trait as a doctor, I'll be under the pressure from being in an operating room and I'll just yell at everyone.
That's one way to get myself fired.

Besides I don't think people would want me to have their life in my hands thanks to how I look.

I was born with a small birth defect, nothing too serious, just enough to change my appearance a little.

Instead of being a normal kid with brown eyes or blue or green my body seemed to get confused.
In short I've got two different coloured eyes.

Green and hazel.
Oh and I might add that my body wasn't even bloody trying when it was putting itself together.

I don't get two completely different coloured eyes, no I get two green ones it's this hazel thing trying to take over just one eye.
My body is an idiot.

Basically anybody that I could be treating as a doctor will more than likely believe that I'm the spawn of Satan for my eyes.
That's at least how it worked in high school.

I grabbed my car keys from the hanger by the door and left my apartment, pulling my jacket on in the process.

Thankfully I didn't have to carry any books, mainly because I'd come up with the idea of only bringing my stuff in when I had homework to do.

It'd been nearly two weeks since the professor had surprised the class with a pop quiz so I was beginning to become suspicious.
It was like the calm before the storm.

I should just brace myself, probably, maybe, I don't know.

Jogging down the flight of stairs I left the apartment building, heading for my car and humming under my breath.

I was in a good mood today, I'd had a couple of cups of coffee and I'd gotten a good nights sleep.
I'll be exhausted by tonight though, I know that much.

With a light smile on my face I drove my car into town, it was a good car, reliable and a hand-me-down from my parents, it was almost like a time capsule of my childhood.

They used to drive this car, ever since I was two and it had all the wear and tear of some of the things I would do in it.

Stickers were all over the back of the front seat, drawings on the door and burn marks from the one time I'd tried smoking cigarettes which'd been a bad idea.

Yep my life was a uniquely screwed up creature.

The town was having one of its 'loud' days by the looks of it, meaning it was chaotic as all fuck.
Apparently I'll have to park away from the college today, it's not like it'll be a first, I've had to walk there multiple times.

It was the only form of exercise that I'd allow myself, an occasional walk just so my body could remember the meaning of health.
I lived in this small bubble of fear that I'd accidentally give myself diabetes or some other health disease because I didn't move around enough.

Feeling uncharacteristically lucky when I spotted it I pulled into an empty parking space right outside the local coffee shop.

I got out of the car, taking my satchel with me and mentally going over the drink Vera had asked for. It was usually the same thing every time but I always had trouble remembering it.

Someone walked out of the coffee shop just as I reached for the handle and I almost got hit in the face.

"Sorry," the guy muttered, holding the door open for me and I had to do a slight double take at his appearance.

His hair was white and when I say white I mean it.
The strange part was how young he was, white hair was something you usually saw on an older person then there was how it hung to his shoulders.

Whoa, he's cute too, really cute.
That's not something you see often around this place, the guys are okay but not like him.

"It's no problem. Thanks," I mumbled, ducking under his arm and going into the coffee shop.

The guy walked off, leaving me feeling slightly dazed and I had to blink a few times to bring myself back to reality before getting in line.

Everything moved quickly and ten minutes later I was leaving the coffee shop with two drinks in hand.
Vera's a bla-bla-bla-bla-something fancy-bla and mine a caramel latte because I'm feeling fancy at the moment.

The bank Vera worked at was just down the street and I walked carefully, trying to avoid all the people and not spill the drinks.

I seriously want to know what was going on with the town today, there were people left, right and centre which is weird.

I stopped at the building smiling to myself and walking over to the automatic, sensor controlled doors.

Vera was standing by her post in her plain grey uniform, right near the entrance, doing her usual job of greeting all the people who come to the bank.

"Hello welcome to Mo-" Vee realised it was me and grinned, pausing her typical welcoming speech that she gave to everyone entering the bank.

"You brought coffee!" She cried happily, taking the cup I held out to her and sipping from it with her eyes closed, I swear she's an addict.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. I'm great and all that," I waved my hand as if it was nothing before taking a drink of my latte.

"Thank you, I owe you one," Vera knew I was the kind of person who'd take that seriously so I knew she meant it.

"I know," I said smugly, stupidly feeling proud for going out for a simple task like going to a nearby Starbucks.

"You should have seen the guy at the shop today," I added, glancing at the clock on the wall and seeing that I had enough time before class to chat to her.

"Ooh, has someone got a date?" I held up a hand, Vee always jumped to a conclusion without giving me a moment to explain and this was another one of those situations.

"No it's just that he was really weird looking, he had all this long white hair."

"You ran into Santa?" Sometimes I wondered if she was actually twenty years old, it didn't seem like it with the questions she'd ask.

I remember when we were in elementary school together, every time she'd ask the teacher a question you could see how much they wanted to yell at her, it was funny too.

"What? No, no it wasn't Santa. He just had some cool looking hair, was kinda cute too," the last few words came out as a mumble, my face slowly growing red.

I'm the kinda person who can feel awkward easily and by simply saying I thought he was cute had been enough to set me off.

"You should have asked for his number," we both knew I was almost physically incapable of speaking to guys, the chances of me asking a stranger for his cell number were nonexistent.

The only time I'd ever had a boyfriend was in freshman year, he'd been the one to ask me out and it'd only lasted for a month then he dumped me.

I got ditched by a guy because I refused to stamp my v-card.
It was pretty obvious why I was hesitant of the thought of dating another person.

Sure it's been a long time ago but he was my first date, first boyfriend, first kiss and first breakup, it was hard to forget that all like it'd never happened.

But they do say that once you've fallen off the horse you should get right back on.
No, no thank you.
I'm fine sitting here, solitary, in a corner.

Just talking briefly to the white haired guy at the coffee shop made me almost have a heart attack.
I'd rather not go through that again.

"Or I could have called you and made you ask him for his phone number for me," I said sarcastically, making her laugh and start drinking her coffee again.

"You still need to get yourself a man," she told me, wagging her finger like she was scolding me which looked completely ridiculous.

"Yeah well once you find one who doesn't act like a complete pig or won't dump me when I refuse to sleep with him then you let me know," I didn't mean to but when it came to love and romance I could be a real cynic.

Sure I wanted to believe that there was someone for everyone but in a planet with so many people what was the changes you actually meet that person?

One in a million.

"There's this guy who goes to my gym, uh, Anders, that's it. He's really nice," I was shaking my head before she finished, the second I heard gym I knew it was someone I wouldn't like.

I've never exactly liked the whole gym goer thing, I preferred a guy I could talk to, not go for a jog with.

I wasn't one of those girls who liked a guy that was overly fit and it didn't matter how much he could lift.

I'd rather date a normal guy who liked the same music as me and wanted to go to a whole bunch of concerts.

"Oh come on, you never give anyone a chance," it didn't matter to me, in my opinion it should be the guy that makes the first move, he should try to woo the girl, not the other way 'round.

I remember what Mum used to tell me about guys, when he likes a you, one way or another he'll let you know it.

I have yet to find a guy who truly likes me but I think it'll make it that much better when I finally do.
Hell it took my Mum six years of raising me until she found the guy she was in love with.

Yeah my 'real' dad was never around, like ever so it ended up with her boyfriend (now husband) Martin who raised me.

The first person you fall in love with isn't always the one you're supposed to be with, I know that, I've learnt it through watching people.

All the time in my life where I could have been going to party's, hanging out with friends or supporting the school football game I was watching.
You learn so much more through observation than participation.

Besides I didn't like socialising so it was much easier for me to watch people than talk to them.

"Fine I won't pressure you but next time I go to a club you're coming with me," I groaned, Vera could be as persistent as hell when she wanted to, it was almost scary.

I remember once in high school she managed to talk both her parents into letting us come up to Los Angeles with them on a business trip.
She talked and talked and talked until their limits were stretched thin and they gave up.

It ended with us getting to walk around the city, going shopping, giggling our heads off and eventually eating so much sugar we couldn't handle it and crashing.
That'd been some weekend.

"Only if you don't force me to chat to guys or dance when I don't want to," she grinned and I took it as a yes then glanced at my watch to check the time.

"I should get going to school soon," I glanced at my watch again, just to be sure and sighed, I'd been enjoying talking to her.

I'd expected Vera to automatically say see ya so I could head to school but instead she tugged on my arm, getting my attention.

"What?"

"Is that the guy you were talking about?" My eyes followed the invisible line from her finger to the target, stopping when I registered the long white hair.

"Uh, that's him," I mumbled, he'd only just walked into the bank and I was surprised she'd seen him that easily.

Then again he also had white hair so it's not like he'd be easy to miss.

I wonder how long he's been in the town for, has he moved here or is he just a visitor?

No he couldn't be visiting, he wouldn't need to be at the town bank if he was just passing through.

I turned around to see Vera still staring at him, a slightly dazed expression on her face.
Looks like I'm not the only person who thinks he's cute, apparently Vee's taken a liking to him.

If she wants to ask that guy out then I want stop her, I plan to stay single for much longer, besides I'm a coward so I can't do anything anyway.

"I'm just gonna welcome him, stay right here," she told me and I giggled slightly, it was entertaining to see her not talking her head off for once.

Vera walked away from me, towards that guy from the coffee shop, an easy smile was on her face when he stopped to talk to her.

A moment passed before he said something that made her frown and she walked back to me, looking a bit upset.
Holy shit, has she just been turned down?

"That turned out well, he said quote unquote, 'I'm not interested in your blabbering.' So I'm not exactly at my man-eating best today," I snorted, trying to not flat out laugh because I knew it'd be insulting.

"I'm holding you up, you should get to class before the professor starts failing you," Vera didn't seem to realise that, that was almost already happening, it didn't matter whether I showed up or not.

"Yeah, I do need to go," another look at my watch proved that I'd be late if I didn't leave right now.

"Go get 'em tiger," I actually laughed this time, a grin on my face as I waved goodbye and headed for the exit.

As I was leaving another guy was walking into the bank and before I could get out of the way I bumped into him, our shoulders brushing momentarily and what felt like an electric current shooting up my arm.

"Sorry," I said, apologising but not taking the time to look at him, I had to get to my class.

He said something in response that was too quiet for me to hear and continued to walk into the bank.

I paused at the doors, expecting them to automatically open and feeling surprised when they didn't.
Last time I checked they were sensor controlled, after all that guy had just came in here so they must have opened for him.

What was up with the electricity thing anyway?
Must have been static but that was so strong it almost hurt, I wouldn't subject myself to it again, that's an absolute positive

He could have also tazed me for all I know but in that scenario I should be on the ground having a seizure or however it works.

I turned around, walking towards Vera's greeting post with the intention of telling her the doors were fucked up. I had no idea how she'd handle the doors (oh the pun) but I guess she could tell the manager or whatever.

I glanced at the white haired guy who was leaning against a wall, his lips moving slightly, suggesting he was talking to someone.

His eyes shifted quickly around the room, looking at everyone for at least a second each, only missing Vera and me who were the furthest away.

His gaze stopped on the guy who I think I bumped into earlier and he pushed away from the wall, striding across the marble floor with purpose.
I could almost hear the sound of his shoes hitting the ground from where I stood.

"Uh, Vera..." I started but stopped when an unexpected chill ran over the room and clung to me like smoke.

"Alright ladies and gentleman, this is a robbery and if you want to make it out alive I suggest you get against that wall right fucking now!"

Notes

This will probably have slow updates, it's just a side project story.