runaway numb hearts
"Who are you… the poetic chick from the coffeehouse, the chemistry geek from school, or the whore shaking her ass at the strip joint," he asked as pale blue eyes tried to break me. I can't help but smile as I turn my face from him, "All of the above…"
0.01 unsuitable
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Reid's POV.
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day: thursday november 015 … time: 11:45AM
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Another day…
Tick.
Tock.
Tick.
Tock.
Another day closer to ascension… or more appropriate my untimely end
"…"
No… I'm being far too morbid…
Tick.
Tock.
Tick.
Tock.
What other way can I feel… about this… about ascending when myso-called best friends think the mere taste of power will drive me into addiction…
…turning me into a monster…
a monster without control…
…without resistance to the oh mighty seductiveness of the power.
Tick.
Tock.
Tick.
Tock.
That's too predictable. And I'm not predictable… No… people, like my friends, think otherwise though. They think their capable of predicting my every move… my every thought… their wrong. They know only what I want them… what I let them know.
Tick.
Tock.
Tick.
Tock.
That clock…
ticking away…
…while the side of my face is currently smashed against the wooden oak desk.
My eyes are shut but I'm obviously far from being asleep… but I'm not awake either… I'm somewhere in between.
Between the white light ahead…
And the dark force pulling me the opposite way…
I'm stuck in between… reality and fantasy….
I'm stuck in History 101…
Tick.
Tock.
Tick.
Tock.
God damn that fucking clock! The sound of it echoing in my ears… in my mind. It's driving me insane… the same sound over and over again.
Slowly opening my eyes, I adjust my sight to my surroundings. Next to me, is my friend… my brother… my faithful wingman. His pen moves rapidly as he jolts down the lecture notes. His face serious with concentration on the subject matter.
Tick.
Tock.
Tick.
Tock.
That clock… when will the sound of that clock ever stop… it makes me wonder though. If this is why everyone pays attention in class… so that the ticking of the clock won't drive them insane.
Probably…
Too bad I don't have enough sense to do the same.
"Mr. Garwin…"
Sigh…"Mr. Garwin…"
Groan…SLAM!
The sound of the heavy American History book echoed around the silent room. I guess that's my cue to pay attention.
"Mr. Garwin, Provost requests your presence in his office immediately."
"…"
At least I don't have to listen to that damn clock anymore.
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time: 12:05PM
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Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
How annoying… like I don't know what this is about… it is always the same…
"Mr. Garwin it has comes to my attention about how poorly you are doing this year and I think its time for a change…"
How predictable...
…the time for a change speech.
Smirking, I wave my hand. "Yeah… yeah get to the point," I urge him, clearly upsetting him with my lack on interest on the subject.
What's the point of caring…
Maybe I want to stay back a year…
That certainly would be different from anything our forefathers did…
"I have decided you need a tutor…" he pauses from his preaching to open a folder. "This tutor will aid you in all your classes, especially Chemistry which you are on the brink of failure in the upcoming week…" he continues on but I have again stopped listening.
My opinion doesn't matter so why should I care to listen…
Blue eyes travel past the old man and look into the window behind him.
It's raining.
How appropriate.
The sky is crying for me.
"Mr. Garwin…" he bellows loudly. My eyes shift again and I look at him. Kind of looking at the face of the crept keeper. "Your tutor will be Miss. Stringer… Aden Stringer."
Who…
is…
that…
"…"
His mouth kept moving, discussing further into his plans of torture… but I could hear nothing. Nothing but the rain against the windows.
"Mr. Garwin do you have any objections?" The tone of his voice was almost sinister… he was enjoying this…
"…"
There was nothing left for me to say… he already made his decision… Still… there was one thing I could ask…
"Is she hot?"
Bad idea.
Inappropriate idea.
A Reid Garwin idea.
Predictable to the bitter end…
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time: 2:15PM
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"Hey man I heard you got detention for the next week," asked my trustee wingman as I took my seat next to him in what was now Algebra 103.
"…"
I shrug in response. Why ask a question when the answer is clear. No use wasting my breath on stating the obvious.
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Why admit defeat?
When everything becomes concrete…
Why bother with today?
When tomorrow is going to be the same…
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Not even two seconds pass when a messenger comes in…
a messenger of death perhaps…
to some anyway...
to me anyway…
"Mr. Garwin, Provost requests your presence in his office after class." Reads the Professor off the note handed to him by the messenger, who leaves as abruptly as he entered.
The feeling off someone nudging my ribs makes me turn to the side. My wingman wears a mask of concern. "What did you do now?" he whispers in curiosity.
"…"
Good question wingman… a very good question indeed…-
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time: 4:25PM
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He sits behind his desk as I walk inside the room for the second time today. My last class ended over an hour ago. Needless to say I'm late.
"You're late." His voice deep as he frowns in an attempt, a lame attempt at that, to actually scold me.
Predictable…"The message didn't say immediately after class."
Silence.
I guess he is ignoring me. Also a predictable move.
Picking up a folder from the pile on his desk he begins going through it. "Mr. Garwin I did not call you down here for you to smart mouth me," he pauses to clear his throat before continuing. Bad sign. "I am assigning you a new tutor." He tells me with his robotic, 'don't care what you think', voice. "His name is Charles Paxton and you will be meeting with him everyday after school starting tomorrow."
That was… not so predictable…
Another tutor?This is… strange…
An unnerving and appealing strange.
Curiosity knows no bounds and I of course have to ask…
"What happened to that girl… the one you mentioned before?"
My interest seems to strike him as he puts down the papers and for a second actually looks me in the eye. Of course then he immediately digs back down onto his paperwork. Only seconds pass by but it seems like hours before he answers.
"She's… unsuitable."
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time: 7:12PM
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She's unsuitable…Even hours later I can't shake what the crept keeper said about that girl. Not that I know who she is or anything. But it was… weird. For him to have picked her in the first place meant she was good at school… there was something more… something strange.
unsuitable…
How was it possible for a geek to be unsuitable?
The maniac wailings of The Used echoed in the Hummer, awaking me back to reality. It a good thing too… its not very safe driving while being heavy intoxicated in thought.
Besides what do I care…
I am Reid Garwin…
I don't care about anything…
Or at least… that's what I'm told. I'm the typical bad boy. The troublemaker. I'm just…
She's unsuitable
HA!
I'm unsuitable…
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Picture me today.
Could it be that I'm not the same?
The same as I was yesterday.
The day I walked away…
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I check my clock – it's getting late. My daily joyride is almost coming to an end. But first I need to head downtown, to get some coffee.
Coffee… my second addiction in life…
This coffeehouse that I'm heading to… it's a small quiet shop located in the far east of town. I head down there almost every night… well… only when it isher shift.
Predictable of Reid Garwin I suppose.
There is this girl… a girl with auburn hair… just a teenage girl – an average teenage girl that works there.
I don't know her…
not even her name…
but…
knowing that she is there…
it makes me want to go there…
her presence…
it's calming…
"…"
…that sounds stupid.
I park the Hummer on the empty street. It's five minutes to closing. I don't know why or how but I always end up here at the exact same time every time.
7:55PM
She is writing in her notebook as I walk though the door. I step up to the counter with my default smirk. "Coffee… black," I tell her. She nods her head at my order and goes over to the coffee machine. My pale blue eyes take in her poise… the way she carries herself… so careless.Lucky girl… don't I wish I could be careless.
I take my usual seat behind the counter as she serves my coffee. As I sit down though the curious cat in me peaks at her notebook. It is covered in doodles and messy script handwriting…
Open my eyes to tell I'm alive;
Show me the scars from when I cried.
My whole day just seems to have blown away in seconds compared to now. When I come here… time stands still. It's not unnerving though. It's… it's just good.
But it ends too quickly… and quickly glancing at my watch I know I have to go.
8:00PM
"Thanks for the coffee… Aden…"
She looks up from her notebook, with clear confusion. It's obvious what she's thinking... its actually quite cute… the expression on her face. Following my gaze to her nametag. I smirk at her as it finally hits her. The look on her face after that…
it's appealing…
no… it's adorable…
no… it's just… absolutely priceless…
She shakes off her embarrassment rather quickly and looks into my eyes. "Come back… anytime," she tells me with evident enticement in her voice and a glint in her eyes.
This glint in her eyes... in those grey eyes... its strangely unusual. The glint this average girl seems to have… its intriguing. It's like its hidden behind a mask… that glint… its tempting.
…and I love temptation… especially in female form…
My decision was made… this girl… this average teenage girl… she is… oh yes she is my latest addiction as of now.
I smile and turn away from her. The bells on the door chirm once again as I walk out the coffee house. But there is still something lingering in my mind…
Aden…
Her name… it sounds…
familiar… no… yes…
THINK.
REMEMBER.
familiar… no… yes… no…
weird… yes… it sounds weird.
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Hope you enjoyed that. I was having trouble-keeping Reid... in character… so I don't know if I did a good job on that. Basically this is the same day as the previous; it just goes through Reid's perspective. I edited the first chapter and put in a few more details, like the day and time it was set. Every chapter is going to date the day and time – it is important to the storyline. As you can see with this chapter, things intertwine with the last and so future chapters will also be like this. There will also be jumping ahead of time and also going into a past day. Next chapter it is back to Aden's point of view and it will jump between the two every other chapter.
I have to day THANK YOU, really you guys all those reviews made my heart jump out of my chest. All those who reviewed got the chapter sneak peak and I bet this chapter was not what you expected when you read the preview right?
As always loyal readers, REVIEW! As before, all reviewers will get a sneak peak into the next chapter… yes this is bribe… now go on… go review and make me a happy author…