Part One
Tick, tick, tick. The clock seemed to be going extra slow today as I stared at it, mentally willing it to go faster. I did this every day at this time, and the clock always seemed to be going slower than at any other time. I glared at the clock, but it just ticked on mercilessly, as if trying to annoy me, or egg me on to rip it off the wall and destroy it. Or maybe it was trying to show me that time would not speed up for anyone, no matter how desperate that person was. No matter how desperate I was.
BEEP, BEEP, BEEP! At last the bell rang, and I was out of my seat in an instant. Nothing could stop me as I flew down the hall, stopping briefly at my locker, and out the door. I felt like I was flying, my feet barely hitting the ground as I ran to the student parking lot, looking for a very special 1972 black Corvette.
Ah, there it was. Right by the big Oak tree that he and I…I was there! The driver's side door opened and he stepped out, looking as glorious as I remembered, his messy brown hair, dyed different shades of red, black, and gold in little streaks. Wow, he was perfect. Colle Montgomery, the ideal boyfriend. Except for the fact that he had to converse and fight undead souls at times.
I was in his arms in an instant, hugging him tightly to me, and nothing else matters. Other cars and students rushed by, but I didn't give them a passing glance, because a special pair of dark blue eyes were taking up my whole field of vision. It was utter bliss, even though I was standing outside in a dirty parking lot with annoying kids I couldn't care less about ran by me, laughing and playing like five year olds. They didn't matter any more, only the wonderful person in front of me.
"Miss me?" He asked, and his words were followed by a small chuckle. I nodded and pulled away form him, inspecting him for damage. There was a small cut on his jaw, but it was already mostly healed. There wasn't anything else I could see, but the loose t-shirt he wore made me a little worried, he was usually wearing skin tight shirts and low slung jeans that hung to his every muscle perfectly, nothing loose for him. It just got in the way and was harder to maneuver in.
"Just a little. How'd it go?" I asked, unable to keep the worry from my voice. He chuckled again, but this time there was no humor in it at all. Just dry sorrow and deep pain.
"Fine, I guess. I ran into my mom when I was down there, not a very pleasant hour. All she did was rant on and on, and then she tried to follow me up." He said, and he frowned. I had heard about his mother on many occasions, and Colle always had some story or another about her when he came back.
"Didn't you miss me?" I asked, batting my eyelashes and looking up at him, trying to act cute and innocent. Colle laughed, an actual laugh this time, and I smiled.
"A little. There was a very beautiful girl running through my mind the whole time I was down there." Colle said, and I immediately scowled. He laughed again, and grabbed my hand, holding it tightly in his. It felt like he was trying to hold on to reality here, as if he didn't want to let me go. It was wonderful.
"Who is she? Do I know her? Let me guess, its Fey Robbins." I said. Fey was like Colle, and she was very pretty. Most guys drooled at the sight of her, and every girl felt envious of her beautiful deep mahogany hair and wide green eyes. She was a modern day Aphrodite.
"No, not Fey. She's not as close to me as this girl is." He said, and I began thinking hard. He didn't know many people, and most of the people he did know were guys.
"Give me a hint." I said at last, my face pulled down into a frown. Who was this mystery girl that filled his thoughts, and was she better suited for him than I was?
"Well, she has pitch black hair, stunningly beautiful blue eyes, has a great figure, and is definitely more beautiful than Fey." He said. I thought about his answer for a minute, then shrugged. He rolled his eyes and leaned in to kiss me on the forehead, and then I smiled stupidly. Oh. His mystery girl was me.
"Oh. Wow, I think school is actually rotting my brain. Go figure." I said as Colle pulled away. He let go of my hand, and I suddenly missed the feel of it holding tightly in mine.
"No. What's rotting your brain is all that stuff you do during class. How many classes are you going to fail this year before you get a tutor?" He asked. I stared grimly up at him, then deliberately walked away, to the other side of the car, and opened the door.
I got in, but when I reached over to close my door, Colle was already there, closing it softly behind me. I watched him walk, slowly, as to drive me crazy, to the driver's side. He opened the door and got in too, but still going at his snail slow pace, still trying to drive me insane.
"I'm only failing math, science, and history. But come on, those have to be the most boring classes ever. And tutors are usually either nerds who need to go to the gym more or perverts who just wants to take advantage of stupid girls with big chests." I said as he started the car. The parking lost was basically empty now, so we were able to get out easily, without worrying about idiot drivers.
"Well, if you need a tutor, I know a great guy. He isn't a nerd or a perv, and I think you'll like him." Colle said, and I turned to him curiously.
"Who?" I asked. I seriously needed help with my grades, seeing as I definitely didn't want to repeat the 11th grade or go to summer school. Colle smiled and reached for my hand, griping it tightly.
"Well, he's very smart, and he lives in town, so there won't be a very big commute. You also know him, so that's good." He said, avoiding my question. I glared at him and pulled my hand from his grasp, crossing my arms over my chest.
"Yes, but who is it? I'm not going to agree with anything unless you tell me who he is." I said strictly. He just laughed and pulled the car over, turning his body to face me. I stared back, the annoyed look still on my face. He usually always told me what I wanted to know, unless he thought it was too much for me to handle, or he wanted to see me get mad.
"What classes are you failing again? Be more specific this time." He said, his eyes sparkling. I looked at him and sighed. There was no way I'd get answers now; he was having way too much fun. All I could do now was to go along with him and hope his friend was at least half-way decent.
"Um, Algebra 2, World History, and Biology." I said. The gleam in Colle's eyes grew, and his smile stretched from one side of his face to the other. Well, apparently something I said made him happy.
"What are you studying in Biology?" He asked. I shrugged, a little embarrassed, and he sighed, reaching for my arms. He pulled my arms apart and grabbed my hand again, pulling me closer to him. I was now leaning against is side, his arms wrapped securely around my waist.
"Please, won't you tell me?" He asked, making me face him. His voice was hypnotic, and it lulled me into a sense of security. This was Colle; I could trust him with anything.
"The human body. Right now we're just doing the basics, but soon we'll probably be doing the genders." I said, turning my face to look out the window. I leaned back against him, and he hissed in pain. "What's wrong?"
"Oh, nothing. Just a little sore." He said. I looked up at him, but he refused to look at me strait on, and I knew immediately something was wrong. He was trying to protect me again, and I hated it.
"Colle, don't screw with me now. Tell me, or so help me, I'll get the information out of you somehow. Don't make me beat it out of you." I told him, pulling away. I turned to face him, and saw that he was looking down. He sort of looked ashamed, but I ignored it. He should be ashamed for thinking that I couldn't handle things like this.
"Abrie…" He said, his voice full of hesitation. I reached out a hand and lifted his chin, trying to make him look at me. He finally met my eyes, and his face was full of conflict.
"Please. I won't freak out, I promise." I said softly, not letting him pull away. He looked at me desperately, then nodded. "Thank you."
"I'll regret this later." He muttered under his breath, then he pulled off his shirt. He had a nice chest, and was well muscled. I mentally worshipped this gift from the heavens. He wasn't too muscular, yet you could obviously tell that he had a definite form. As soon as his shirt was all the way off I gasped, horrified.