The Unholy Trinity

The Unholy Trinity-Chapter Twenty-one

When she walked into English class on Monday morning, Fallon laughed to see Joelle and Hillary gathered around Griffin. They were hanging on his every word and giving him those same rapt looks they’d given Lucian on Saturday night. Fallon couldn’t even get to her seat.

“You think you could stop flirting long enough for me to get by?” Fallon asked.

Both girls blushed, but at least they made enough room for her to squeeze past them. They didn’t bother to take their own seats until the tardy bell rang. Mrs. Laird wasn’t there to yell at them today though. They had a substitute teacher, which everyone seemed to think gave them license to talk. Fallon looked over at Griffin and then rolled her eyes when he grinned at her.

“What?” he said with this shrug that seemed to say he was the most innocent guy in the world. “I was just being nice.”

“Whatever,” Fallon laughed.

“Now that you mention it, I was thinking I might follow Lucian’s lead and ask a human girl out. Those two are kind of cute.”

“If they’re so cute how come they didn’t get an invitation to your sweet sixteen?”

“I do have some social standards.”

“That’s the meanest thing I ever heard.”

“That’s the meanest thing you ever heard? This from the girl who wants to nail Jesus Junior to a cross for real?”

Fallon darted her eyes to Wendy, but she had her nose in a book. “Don’t you think you should keep your voice down, Dexter?”  

“Relax. I’m totally down with the idea, but we need to work out some details.”

“What kind of details?”

“We’ll go over it at lunch.”

“All right, kids,” the sub called. “I need to take roll and then give you your assignment for the day.”

The noise in the room died down long enough for the teacher to tell them her name was Ms. Hendricks. Not that anyone cared. After Hendricks took roll and told them they had to write a paper due at the end of the class, the noises of protest reached epic proportion. Fallon wasn’t too crazy about writing a paper, but at least she could write about something good. The topic was the most influential person in their lives. When she tore a piece of notebook paper from her binder, Griffin gave her a sideways grin. Without him even saying anything, she knew what he was thinking.

“Go to Hell, Griffin,” she muttered out the side of her mouth.

Griffin laughed. “Only if you come with me.” 

“Not in this life or the next,” Fallon retorted and then buried her nose in her paper.

For the next half-hour, the only sounds to be heard in the room were the scratching of pens and pencils and the ticking of the clock over the teacher’s desk. A few minutes before class ended, Hendricks told them to finish up with their thoughts and drop their papers on her desk on the way out. Fallon made sure to let Griffin turn in his paper first so he wouldn’t sneak a look at hers.

“Bet we know who she wrote about,” Fallon sneered when Wendy passed them.

“Yeah,” Griffin agreed with a laugh. “Bet we all know who you wrote about too.”

“Wrote about what?” Lucian asked as he came to meet Fallon outside of class.

“Laird was out today so the sub had us write a paper on the most influential person in our life,” Griffin explained. “And we all know Wendy wrote about JC Junior and Fallon wrote all about the greatest love of her life.”