I was stood bored next to my Gran, singing along to a hymn with the adult choir and everybody else in church. It was Sunday, the blazing sun was beating down on St Mary’s Church, roasting nearly all the town's inhabitants that had attended today.
“Stop fidgeting, Ava,” my Gran scolded in a hushed whisper, her pale blue eyes narrowed.
She continued waving a delicate, white fan at her face to keep cool. I sighed through my nose as I attempted to stop shifting from foot to foot. But it was hot and I was finding it hard to breathe properly.
I looked around the church, seeing the same familiar faces I always see every week. I smiled when I spotted my best friend standing next to his parents and four year old sister a few pews back. Adam’s sister was obviously growing annoyed with the possessive heat also. She was dangling from Adam's mother wailing loudly and trying to hit her with one of the black, bible books.
I sniggered a little, until I felt a sharp nudge on my arm once again from Gran. When I turned to face her, she was giving me another one of her warning looks. I pursed my lips together and stayed facing the front after that.
After the song finally finished, we watched the priest step out from behind a curtain, motioning us all to sit down so he could start mass. But as soon as Father Aaron started speaking I found myself zoning out.
It wasn’t that I was being disrespectful to God or anything, it was just that Father Aaron spoke about near enough the same subject each week, and with it being as hot as it was, it was difficult listening to him talk about sins and protecting innocence.
I sat through most of the mass messing with a frayed piece of material on my dress. When it was time to receive the bread, I followed Gran and stood in a queue down the aisle leading up to the altar. Just as I was waiting, a tap on my shoulder from behind me had me turning around.
Adam was stood behind me with a soft smile on his face. “Do you want to hang out after this?” He asked.
"Sure," I whispered back, but all too soon, I caught a disapproving look from Gran and Francesca, a girl my age and in most of my classes at school. I sighed and looked away from them both.
You see, Gran doesn’t like it when I speak to boys, especially Adam, even though I’ve told her countless of times that we are just friends. However, she thinks that he is a bad influence on me and a distraction from my studies at school, which of course isn’t true.
As for Francesca, she was always blaming me that Adam was never noticing her or giving her any attention. I suppose I understood just a little. We were close because we grew up together, but we are quite clearly only just friends. Francesca was just being silly.
Adam is considered the best looking boy at our school, St Mary's. He's attractive, athletic and tall. His best feature was definitely his mop of soft, brown curls that girl's seemed to love. Not only was he very popular, but his family are rich and Adam is known as the golden boy next in-line to inherit a fortune from his father.
Francesca has wanted to be his girlfriend for ages, but Adam hasn't asked her out and I don't think he was planning to do so either, especially with a girl called Hannah currently in his sights.
I snapped out of my thoughts when it was my turn to receive the bread. I put my palms out in front of me and went over to kneel down on the maroon, leather cushions next to Gran. I looked up and my eyes met Father Aaron's.
The usual discomfort of coldness washed down my spine from his emotionless, yet hard stare. My throat became dry, something that always happened whenever he was around. I diverted my gaze downwards timidly, but I could still hear the swishing of his black, priest uniform as he came closer towards me.
Father Aaron wasn't an old priest, I think that’s why he intimidated a lot of people. He was relatively young, unlike the stereotypical type of old priest people are accustomed to. His hair was as black as midnight, with not one greying strand in sight. His eyes were possibly the coldest pair of blue eyes I had ever seen in my life, they even reminded me of ice.
The last priest we had was well known and liked, but unfortunately Father Richard’s died from old age last year. Father Aaron came from out of town to be our new priest a month after Father Richard’s passing. No one knows much about him. I even overheard Gran say that he liked keeping to himself.
|Bella Heathcote||as Ava|
|Colton Haynes||as Callum|
|Jude Law||as Father Aaron/Priest|
|Nick Jonas||as Adam|
|Ashley Jensen||as Penny|
|Cillian Murphy||as John|