Falling In Love With Death

12: I'm In Trouble

Amaryllis Roman

The next day I woke up early. Me and Alex had planned to meet up to finish our French project. He had football practice until 8:00 and our school didn't start until 9 so we figured time was money. And I didn't mind waking up early, not that much anyways. How Alex could commit to sports 24/7 was beyond me, I barely stuck to the same radio channel when I was driving.

After the run in with Death and Alex, I prayed that they wouldn't cross paths again. I didn't need Alex trying to protect me from some non-existent threat, and I didn't need Death screwing with him beacuse he was pissed. There was something reckless and dangerous about Death that night, it didn't scare me but I felt scared when it was directed at people other than me. I somehow knew Death would never hurt me. I was scared for Alex's life last night. That would not happen again.

I had decided after school I would go to the library and summon Chaos. I never did get to go on Saturday so I figured I might as well go today.

As I got ready I couldn't help but think back to the scroll I read in the library last week. The reason that the sinistrams turned rogue was because of the Angels? And not because of Death? And who the hell were the Angels to pick on Death and blame him! I felt strangely protective over him, it wasn't fair for him to not love again.

But why was his soul fading if he has no friends and no one he loves in his life? What did I have to do with this? I didn't even know Death when Chaos came to me saying he was dyeing. Was there someone else Death had loved? Did the person go missing or something. Was that how I could fix death? By finding the person?

I groaned, where would I start? I knew absolutely nothing about Deaths personal life. I don't know where he's been or who he's met. I guess I could grill Chaos tonight at the library. I sighed. For now I should focus on my French project. We were presenting tommorow.

I looked at the clock to see it said 7:40. I quickly threw on loose grey shorts and a white shirt, throwing my hair in a messy fishtail. I couldn't be late.

I ran downstairs grabbing a granola bar and my car keys. I locked the door and hopped in my Beemer noticing my moms car wasn't there. She must have left extra early today... I wonder why.

I pulled out of the drive way and onto the road passing by Superstore and Walmart.

In less than 15 minutes I arrived and found a parking spot in the back of the. I pulled out my phone and texted Alex I was here. Immediately I got a response back.

"Cool, I'm almost done, just head to the bleachers and I'll meet you there."

Ugh. The bleachers.

I didn't hate school functions I just preferred the comfort of my room and my books. I sighed as I walked to the back of the school. Soon enough the field and the bleachers came into view. I could see the football team huddled around the coach and the cheerleading team off to the side practicing.

I looked towards the bleachers and saw multiple girls whispering and giggling at the boys their low cut shirts revealing everything.

Now let's get one thing straight. Girls should be able to wear whatever they want within reason. You wanna wear shorts or a tank? Girl go for it, it's hot as hell anyways. But the reasons behind your clothes should not be male attention, it should be a level of comfort for yourself. I could not emphasize that enough.

I tightened my side bag around my shoulder and walked to the bleachers. The girls I had passed completely ignored my existance which was fine by me. It wasn't until Alex spotted me and waved that the dirty looks began.