New story. Been writing it in a notebook. Transferring it here. This fanfic is for all my readers. I don't anything except the plot. Enjoy.
"She'll be perfectly safe with us, we'll take great care of her, as we always do." The nun smiled at the woman reassuringly.
Helen Edwards gave a small smile in return. "I don't doubt that for a moment, Sister Anne." She turned to her daughter, who seemed to bursting with happiness and excitement.
Helen smiled genuinely this time. She remembered the first time she brought her daughter here. She had been five years old.
She loved it, loved learning about the Creator and his works. Always participating in class.
Ever since then, she brought her here. Every summer.
Her daughter was fifteen now, but still very naïve and pure. And Helen would keep it that way, until she was old enough to move out, get a job.
"Clare, I want you to behave." Clare looked at Helen, then they both burst out laughing. Helen needn't worry about Clare's behavior, since she never disrespected anyone, always followed rules.
She always behaved well. "Have fun, sweetheart."
"You're leaving your daughter in good hands." Sister Anne said proudly."I Know." Helen said. She stood up.
"I'll see you soon, Clarebear. Thanks, Sister Anne." She kissed Clare's forehead and left.
As soon as the door closed, Anne's face crumpled. Clare looked at her, concerned.
"Is there something wrong, Sister?"
"Your mom could burn a hole through me with that gaze!"
Clare laughed. "Mom's just protective, that's all." Anne nodded.
"I guess it's because I'm new here..." She said. "Anyway, it's great that you've been coming here to Church Academy for the past years. Most teenagers are either forced to go here or they just go here so that they can pass Senior Year, from what I hear..."
Clare nodded. "I think you're one of the few kids who actually like going here." Clare smiled, nodding enthusiastically.
"I love learning about our Father, about the Bible. How can that not be exciting?" Anne shrugged.
"Well, you better get something to eat, it's lunch time." Clare stood up.
"See you around, Sister!" Anne watched the girl leave with a smile. 'I think I like this girl...'
Clare skipped down the long, narrow, stark-white halls. 'Another four months at Ca!' She hummed to herself and headed to the dining room. 'Life is great.'
"This is what you get for skipping Religion Class. You need attend CA in order to graduate from high school." Cece Goldsworthy frowned disapprovingly at her only child.
He stared at her wordlessly. "Elijah, I'm talking to you. It would be nice if you'd answer."
"What do you want me to say?"
Cece sighed. She knew her son was a quiet, withdrawn boy, but that was no reason for him to ignore her when she talked to him.
"Have you been taking your meds?"
"Yes.."
"Okay then. Just pass this, Eli..."
His green eyes darkened. "You would've graduated, would've enjoyed your summer, but no. You skipped Religion and used that time to do other 'stuff '."
She knew of her son's whereabouts, what he did. Smoking, drinking, sleeping with girls. And leaving them after he used them.
She sighed. He never had a girlfriend, never loved anyone. He was an emotionless, anti-social atheist. She had heard that whenever he slept with a girl, he never pleasured her, only himself, and when he was done, he'd leave her.
She sighed sadly. 'What drove him to be this way?'
"Behave, I'm going now." He nodded. "Don't flunk this." She added firmly, she hugged him briefly, then walked away.
"You're luggage will be here later." She said, without looking back. She didn't, because she knew he didn't like public affection, or any thing like that.
Eli walked slowly towards the academy.
"Clare!"
"Mother Margaret!"
Clare smiled and ran over to hug the old nun. "You're back!" She said warmly. "Mm-hmmm.."
T"Well, I need to talk to you in my office.." Margaret said, pulling away. Clare blinked.
"Something wrong?"
"Oh no, Dear. Just.. Come with me."
She led the girl into a small office at the end of the hall.
"Please sit down." Clare sat down. "We have a new student."
"That's great!"
"Yes, but... How should I put this? He's.. different from the others. He..." 'How am I going to explain this to her?'
"Normally, I wouldn't assign this to anyone, especially you, but.. I want you to tutor him in religion. He's an atheist, and he has to attend this school because he failed Religion at his school. Now he needs to stay here and pass religion in order to graduate from high school. By law. I only hope your mother won't get cross for me entrusting him to you.."
The lady took a deep breath.
"No! Mom loves helping people! She would want me to do the same." Margaret bit her lip.
"Of course."
Was it wise to entrust this rebel to Clare? She wouldn't want the boy to hurt Clare, considering his reputation with other girls.
Well, she'd make sure he wouldn't. She'd keep an eye on him. She wouldn't want sweet, naïve, kind-hearted Edwards to get hurt. At all.
"Well, if you see him around, introduce yourself."
"Mm-kay.."
Margaret smiled as she watched Clare leave. 'Lord be with them.'
Clare ventured the halls, searching for him. 'Hmmm...She didn't say what his name was, what he looks like..She said he's different so...'
A few of her peers greeted her. She smiled at them.
They knew her as " Sweet Little Edwards" and "The Angel."
Clare sighed. Then she spotted a tall boy wearing black clothing and a frown. He had dark hair and tan skin. He had a menacing look, and was handsome.
Her heart skipped a beat. 'That must be him.' She walked up to him. He stared down at her. She smiled warmly.
"Hi. I'm Clare Edwards, and I'll be your tutor in Religion."
Eli stared at the petite girl in front of him. And smirked.
"Tu es mignnone."
"H-huh?"
She was startled by his voice. It was deep, dark... It sent chills down her spine. He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her to his chest. She squeaked, blushing.
"I said,you're cute."
She turned an even darker shade of red.
"I-I-"
She squirmed out of his grip. She stared at his green eyes , filled with an emotion she didn't recognize. She regained her composure.
"W-we start tonight. In the garden, by the falls. At 8."
Then she remembered something.
"What's your name?"
"Eli.."
"Okay. See you tonight." She scampered away. Eli smirked.
'This ought to be an interesting summer...'
