Secrets of the Gods

Chapter Two

           As I race into parking lot of J. Richardson High School, I turn heads. It's not surprising since I'm the only one in a town filled with homebodies, who drives a sports car. It makes statement. Taking a deep breath as I park the car in the far corner of the lot, I watch Reid make his way towards me. His tall, muscular body is so defined that you can see rippling muscles-even through a loosely fitted shirt. Turning the engine off I toss the keys in my bag,  and open the door to what would not be a pretty scene. I don't take well to grovelling.

           "Adaline!" His voice almost cracks at my name, and the bags under his eyes suggest that he has been crying, but not even the slightest tinge of sympathy manifests itself within my brain.

           I walk past him and click the lock button- the car beeps. "Reid, I haven't responded to your texts for a reason. I don't want anything to do with you, now would you please either lose my number, or stop calling me?" I phrase it as a question, but he knows it's a statement. The entire time I'm walking away there is a satisfied grin is plastered on my face.

           "This is ridiculous Adaline-you know I love you!" He turns heads in the parking lot, and now we have company. He's following me, I can hear his heavy footsteps behind me and slowly closing in. How annoying, I think.

           I stop walking. So does he. My eyes wander at the teens pretending to have a conversation when they clearly aren't. I could give them something to talk about. It is the first day of grade twelve, and I'm not really in the mood to deal with this kind of drama on the first day. Adjusting the strap of my bag on my shoulder I simply turn back around and walk away. My hand is raised above my head, flipping him the bird.

           The heat from outside quickly turns cooler as I walk into the school. Bless whoever invented air conditioning. I didn't need to go look for my timetable, I already knew that I had AP English first period with a rather annoying teacher. His voice, I know, is going to drag on and on and on endlessly in a heap of useless noise. I made my way through the hall, and only stopped when I felt my phone buzz. It wouldn't be Reid.

           Where are you, Blondie?

           A smile immediately erupts on my face. My one true friend was already on the lookout for me. I hadn't bothered texting him last night when I got home, he never stays up past a certain, early, hour.

           I saw your car, answer you dummy. I'm surrounded by grade nines trolling for dick, come save me please.

           Lucas just haS a face that everyone adores.. High cheek bones, sandy blonde hair, stern but welcoming look always plastered on his face- he looks like a sculpture. I can hear his voice coming from the front foyer, and follow the sound.

           Sure enough, there he is surrounded by five short, fully caked faced teeny boppers. "Lucas."

           My voice was monotone. "Adaline," he said with a smile that showed his perfectly white teeth.

           One of the darker teens looks up at Lucas and pouts while saying, "You're still going to show me where the science classes are, right?"

           "He most certainly will not," I say as I link my arm through his and cast them a sideways glance. "Take a look at the map in you backpack- I saw you shove it in there earlier."

           The five of them simultaneously turn red-faced and quickly begin to make their way up the set of stairs directly behind us. They knew where they were going. And, they don't even turn back.

           Lucas takes a step back from me and shakes his head. "You didn't have to be that rude. But, much appreciated."

           "I did. Plus, it was sort of fun," I say as he just ruffles my hair.

    I'd told Lucas about Reid on the way to class. Needless to say, he was less than thrilled at my confession. Just as I'd begun to move towards the classroom, he had opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. He told me that we'd catch up later.

           Confusion. It is something I tend to feel when Lucas does this sort of thing. He's always saying never mind, even when I think he's about to tell me something important. It always leaves me confused and dazed, in a way. People are peculiar beings, and they cannot be explained by so many words. Their behaviour says one thing, but then their voices tell a different story. Then, you're left, as I often am, in a state of undeniable confusion.

        I groaned internally when i realize that I have to actually socialize. The only person I really associated with isn't in this class, and the people I hung out while dating Reid are all idiots. I won't even be saved by them.

           It doesn't take long for the sky to change, the sun disappears behind dark and ominous clouds. It looked as if were about to rain, but that isn't surprising. It rains more often than not. The humidity is a sure sign that there is a storm brewing.

           "Beautiful, isn't it?" His voice is like sweet elixir that smooths over my ears so beautifully. But, it also sent a chill down my spine.

           I scoff. "It is. What do you want?"

           He sat down beside me and rested his head on his hand, smirking.  The boy people know in town for lighting shit on fire just stares at me."No need to be so rude. Just here to keep you company."

           "I don't need company. And even if I did, you'd be the last person I went to for it," I say as I turn my head back to the window. "You can leave now." I don't bother turning back to get lost in his deep blue eyes, that were the color of the raging ocean.

           "I would, darling. But," he points to a paper hanging from the blackboard and smiles, "seating plan."

I cuss. This is going to prove to be the worst class I take part in. Maybe, I could just switch out and take regular English, but I knew that wouldn't really be acceptable.

           I turn around just as Mr. Burns walks into the classroom. I hadn't even noticed the rest of the students pile in and take their seats. "Here are my rules," I whisper to him, "do not talk to me, do not look at me, do not even breathe in my direction, understood?"

           He shrugs and I wish I could wipe that satisfied look right of his carefully sculpted face. "No can do, sweetheart." He winks at me as our teacher begins the class.

           "Rhetoric," he starts and I already know I'm going to be falling asleep in a matter of minutes.

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