Aberrant

Chapter Eight

Moving and Finals do not mix with writing.

Chapter Eight

After I agreed on Quinton training me, I then realized that I had to tell Xander that he can’t be my trainer anymore.

I almost cried right then. But that would’ve been embarrassing in front of Quinton since I hate him. Or at least think I hate him. I really should hate him because of who he is. So I just bit my lip to keep from crying out, and left the library.

And now I’m trying to think of ways to tell Xander and Taylor that I’m going to go train with a person who wants me dead. So far I’ve got nothing and the time is approaching rather rapidly. To my dismay, the dismal bell rings and students run out of last period class. I just sigh while collecting my things and slowly exit the classroom. I’m going to draw this out as long as possible.

Taylor is already waiting for me at my locker when I get there. I sigh again at her smiling face and open my locker to retrieve my bag. After a few minutes of putting my things up, I take a deep breath and turn to Taylor.

“I’m not walking home with you guys today, sorry.” I say quickly and turn away from her. Out the corner of my eye, I see her aura shift from yellow to blue.

“What do you mean?” She asks with a confused tone in her voice. I cringe mentally and turn back to her. I plaster a fake, bright smile back on my face.

“Um…I have plans…?” I reply back while failing to keep my tone stable. Her aura turns red and she narrows her eyes at mine. I don’t know much about auras, but I do know that this isn’t good. Thankfully, Xander interrupts her from doing anything else.

“What’s taking you guys so long?” He asks with a bored expression. Taylor clenches her fist and turns her head. I don’t understand why she’s so mad.

“This bitch just told me she has plans, so she’s ditching us!” She answers venomously. I shift my eyes to the ground and pray for a safe departure. I knew Taylor would make a bigger deal of this then it already is.

“You have plans? Since when?” Xander asks with a smirk and a snort. I look up and narrow my eyes at him. What a jerk. Just because I spend majority of my time with them, doesn’t mean that I don’t have other friends. Oh wait; I don’t have any other friends besides them.

I’m about to say something until someone puts their arm around my shoulder. I stiffen up and then relax when I recognize the strong, almost suffocating pulse that comes off of the intruder.

But why am I relaxing?

“Since I asked her out.” Quinton answers with a smirk matching Xander’s. Xander’s smirk disappears and he narrows his eyes at Quinton’s arm around my shoulder. His aura turns the same shade as Taylor’s, who still looks extremely pissed.

“Somehow I doubt that.” He replies. It’s now time to stop this testosterone fight. I move from Quinton’s arm and step back from the scene. I put another fake smile on my face despite the male-feud going on right now.

“Um…I kind of do have plans with him…and speaking about those plans! We really need to go!” I say quickly while looking down at my watch on my wrist that isn’t there. I don’t even think I own a watch. Watches are useless to me because I always have a good sense of time. Maybe I should buy a watch just to get out of awkward situations. I grab Quinton’s arm and pull him through the school’s exit to avoid any more interaction.

I ignore Xander, who’s yelling after me. I just walk faster while dragging Quinton behind me without breaking a sweat. When I finally get far into the school’s parking lot, I let go of Quinton’s arm.