Disclaimer: I don't own the series or any of the characters, they are all the creations of the wonderful Mr. Westerfield.
I was in a bad mood. Besides the fact that the darklings had gone all but extinct and my kick-butt weapon building skills had no use, the majority of the few friends I actually had were galavanting off on a search-and-rescue mission I knew would be fruitless. Out of the two who stayed one was mentally whacked and the other was half-darkling and caring for the other so basicly I was alone. Normaly I would rejoice; solitude meant meant more time to create and name my beautiful weapons, but with no darklings left to slay, weapons were pointless. Now I was left with to much time and no friends. This brings me back to my bad mood; entering a school a crowded high school where 95% of the student population has branded you a freak and teachers like Mr. Sanchez all but worship the ground you walk on alone is something that would put even Jessica in a crummy mood. But this was what I had to brave. Of course I could have dropped out like Rex, but then what would I live for?
"It's all I have," I mumbled in reply to myself, gazing at the pathetic building known as Bixby High. In customary fashion I propped my dark glasses to their usual perch. Stupid administrators, not letting a photophobic person wear their sunglasses inside was just plain cruel. I tucked a stray lock of dark hair beneath the glasses. I was planning to grow it out and dye it lighter to get away from the whole "goth" brand. I didn't enjoy death metal or thoughts of darkness light Melissa did and my wardrobe was only how it was to fit in with darkling boy and the goddess. Their being gone was the perfect oppratunity to revamp my style to something less….scary.
Upon entering the school, I noticed two things in particular. 1. Contanza was back from her little move to L.A that was APPARENTLY for a TV audition, but we knew otherwise. And 2. There was a new kid standing aimlessly near the math bulliten board. I noticed this because when someone new comes to Bixby, everyone knows about it and because he was rather attractive. Everybody (especially Melissa) always says "oh poor little Dess all alone" or "only in love with numbers"and whatnot, but I have feelings just like everybody else. This particular boy looked to be about a year or two older than me, the right age to be in my trig class, and he was tall and lean with dark auburn hair spiked up in the front. He had a kind-looking face and a pair of dazzling green eyes. As I walked by casually, he flashed me a smile. Now don't get me wrong, when a boy that handsome flashes you a smile you should feel all worm and fuzzy and I did, but I also was confused. No one ever smiled at me in the hallways, not Rex or any of the others and now this mystery boy was smiling at me like he knew me. Could he be my lost cousin Ernie or something? I turned to take a peek at him again, but suddenly he was right behind me.
"Um hi," he said awkwardly, "are you Desdemona?"
"Yea," I answered, hoping I wasn't blushing.
"Mr. Sanchez told me to come and find you this morning," he stuck his hands in his pockets nervously, "I just moved here and he wants me to get you to catch me up on trigonometry. By the way I'm Jake. Jake Summers."
"Oh," I wasn't surprised, Sanchez loved me, "ok then. You already know who I am, but please just call me Dess."
"Dess," he repeated, "sounds good, do you want to walk to the trig room so we could get started."
"Um..sure," I answered, "this way. It's actually out in the temps this term so it's a bit of a walk." We turned and slowly made our way down the corridor in an awkward silence.
"So Jake," I attempted to make small-talk, "where'd you move from?"
"Kelowna in Canada," he replied then laughed, "the true north strong and free." I smiled. Not at his bad use of anthm lyrics, but at the fact that Kelowna Canada had thirteen letters just like Bixby Oklahoma. Then a thought dawned on me. Maybe, just maybe, Jake Summers was a midnighter. Of course it was a one in a lot chance of him being one of us, especially with Madeline out of action, but it felt good to actually be doing something to benefit the whole midnight grand scheme of things.
"So do you like Bixby?" The same question I asked Jessica almost four months ago. I half-expected him to say "the water tastes funny."
"It's pretty good, I'm having a hard time sleeping though," he looked embaressed.
"Dreams?" I asked kindly.
"How'd you know?" he asked.
"I had them when I first moved her too," I answered, then timed the next part carefully, "were they about time being stopped and the world an eery shade of blue?" I was excited now. That one in a lot chance was seeming more and more realistic.
"Seriously?" he was shocked, "how would you know that?"
"Wait till lunch, I'll explain then," I replied then turned back towards the school's front doors.
"Aren't you coming to trig?" He asked.
"Nope, say sorry to Sanchez for me," it wasn't like skipping wasn't usual for me, particularly trig. I was farther ahead than some one in university. I waved and turned the corner, the one name of the person I had to talk to on my mind. Rex.
So there you have it! Chapter 1 of my first fanfiction that isn't a oneshot. Chapter 2 will be up ASAP. Please comment and review!