Living Like Sleeping Beauty

Chapter Eight - The Green Eyed Morgan

Chapter 8 - My Eyes Are Blue, Not Green

The sight of the pancakes on the table at breakfast did nothing to help my weak stomach after a night of lying deathly still in order to settle the sickness that overwhelmed me. Even thinking of food made me woozy, which resulted in me not even touching my plate. Chase on the other hand scoffed his breakfast down with no difficulty whatsoever.

"Are you going to eat that?" He asked, gesturing to my full plate. 

I shook my head and rested my chin on the knuckles of my folded hands. It was no surprise I was tired. My thoughts during the previous night had centred only on my first day and the many things I could have done to avoid the unnecessarily dramatic events.

Chase stabbed my stack of three pancakes with his fork and pushed it into his mouth, not closing it fully.

"You're such a pig." I groaned, covering my eyes but it did not stop me from laughing when he tried to speak again with the mouthful of food, struggling to contain his food in his mouth. I couldn't understand a word he said but I nodded and smiled anyway.

After breakfast we went outside to find that in Gran's absence, a sleek black car with it's own driver was ready to leave us to school. 

"I have a license to drive. I really do not see why we have to be driven around like this." My brother said, opening the door for me to enter the car. I said a quick greeting to the driver before settling back into silence. Chase had his license but I did not nor would I ever. 

One of the many disadvantages of living with narcolepsy. I couldn't drive.

When we arrived, I got out of the car immediately and looked at my surroundings. Most students were milling about outside this morning, more than yesterday. The sun shone brightly but yet a slight breeze tickled the hair along my shoulders. I scanned the many teens for anyone I had met yesterday and with a stroke of luck, I saw a familiar face. I began to approach Tessa who was leaning against an expensive looking car with a small group of people I had been introduced to yesterday but couldn't quite remember their names. She turned and saw me, her face splitting into a grin as she waved. 

Once beside her, she gave me a quick hug, turning to the people around her to remind them of my name. As they spoke with me for a short while, I could only feel relieved that I had made a friend like Tessa. She might not be as exuberant as Ashley had been but her reserved nature had charm and an instant friendliness. In the middle of telling me about her day yesterday her gaze focused on something behind me and a small hint of colour became apparent on her high cheekbones. I turned to see my brother nearing us with one corner of his mouth upturned, displaying a hint of his straight teeth with his eyes focused on Tessa. 

I nearly groaned.

"You're name is Tessa, isn't it?" He asked her, positioning himself between us. She jerked her head while her eyes raised to his, a small tremble smile on her face. 

"Yes and you're Chase." 

"I am so happy my sister has made a friend. Especially one as beautiful as you." He said, even having the audacity to wink. I could only watch in growing irritation as Tessa's smile widened even more.

Kill.

Me. 

Now.

"Someone doesn't look happy." 

There beside me stood Scott, in a blue open buttoned shirt with a white t-shirt underneath and dark jeans. He raised his eyes to where Chase and Tessa were talking animatedly then back at me, his face highly amused.