Chapter 2: Unseen
Soda dropped Steve, Johnny, Pony and I off at the school before heading off to work. Two-Bit and Dally rode together in Two-Bit's car. Soda reminded Pony once more to keep an eye on me. I rolled my eyes on that one. I really which they would stop.
It didn't take long to get to the school; it was only a couple blocks away from our house. Maybe a fifteen to tweenty minute walk. It was a nice walk sometimes to the school park if you just wanted to be alone and think things through for whatever reason. I often did that after my parents' death, which hadn't been too long ago.
I would be starting my junior year this year. In all honesty the though scared me. I had this year and next year in Tulsa and heaven knows what I'm going to do after that. I had talked to Darry about that a few times before and he said that it would come. He also told me that he didn't know what he wanted to do in college –besides playing football- until late his senior year.
When he dropped us off I automatically searched for Gavin or any of the others. It seemed to grow as an impulse reaction lately. I hoped it would soon fade. Or things would calm down enough that I didn't have to worry. Maybe I was just paranoid. I didn't see any of them. That was a relief. However, I did see Angel and Ashley with a couple of the Shepard gang boys there. Including Curly, Wade and Aaron. Curly looked right at me, his expression neutral. I smiled at him and waved to the others while my friends came to greet me. "Hey." Angel said.
"Hey, yourself." I greeted her. "This is a sight for sore eyes." I finished referring to the fact that a lot of the people that weren't usually here were.
"How are you two?" I directed the question to my two friends. I hadn't seen them in a couple days. Like I said, I talked to them every day, but not always face to face. I'd been so busy with pre-school stuff that I didn't have time to go see either of them.
"I'm fine. But you know me…" she muttered.
I looked at Ashley. "Well, my leg's still broke. Obviously. Don't know how I'm gonna maneuver the halls with stuck up Socs and small hallways."
I smiled at her. "I'll help you out. We only have two classes apart." She had P.E. with me, which I was grateful for. Otherwise I would be the only sitting out in P.E. sitting there with nothing to do. "I have to go get my schedule, I'll see you later."
The office was right inside the front doors. Inside, it was brightly lit, matching the atmosphere outside. The office was larger than the elementary schools; a waiting room, office for the secretaries, nurses' office, and the principles office was off to the right. The counter was full of baskets with papers and fliers in them.
I headed for the first secretary I seen and went to get my schedule. The office was headed by a large, brown haired woman who was her late 20's early 30's maybe. "Can I help you?" she asked.
"I need a copy of my schedule, please." I asked politely. It wasn't uncommon for me to loose papers in the house before school had even started.
She nodded and turned away from me and to a cabinet full of papers. "Your name?"
"Sarah Curtis."
She shuffled through the papers for a moment and finally stood back up and faced me again. She handed me the white paper. "There you go, dear."
I otherwise grimaced at the nickname but said my thank you and headed out the door to my locker. I quickly walked to the junior hallway, to locker #1131 and entered the combination. I unloaded the notebooks and pencils out of the book bag and, since I didn't have any books, I put the book bag on one of the hooks in the locker. I grabbed a pencil and a notebook and cradled it in the crook of my arm. My first class was History. Not a subject I enjoyed, along with math. When I leaned up, my back touched someone I turned around to see who it was.
Curly was standing behind me, eyes alert and studying. I shifted my books uncomfortably to my other arm to shut the locker and said, "Hi, Curly."
"Hey." He said inconspicuously.
We both seemed to pause not saying anything, so I said something completely unrelated to what I wanted to say. "Hows you hand?" I learned he had hurt it during the fight last week. Or at least that's what I'd been told.
"It's okay, I guess." He said bluntly. I noticed he glanced at the scar on my throat, just like Darry had.
There was silence again. "What do you want?" I tried not to sound rude. But I honestly couldn't say what I wanted to say right now and he wouldn't talk so…it was out of necessity.
"I need to talk to you." He said.
I stared at him incredulously a moment. "Not here, Curly. I want to and need to talk to you, too. But not here, its too conspicuous."
"Come again?" he said, half amused, half trying to amuse me.
"I can't talk about this here. It's too…" I searched for the right word but didn't come up with one. So I changed what I was saying. "It's …wrong to do it here. At school." I partly asked that last part. "You had all week to talk to me and you didn't." I was getting mildly agitated at him now.
"That's because you have an audience at your house. And you haven't been to mine."
"Yea, well I've been busy. And it wouldn't of killed you to call me. You're just too…" Saved by the bell. The sentence I was about to say wasn't very nice and I knew I would've regretted it later, but I was still about to say it.
"I have to go, Curly. I'll be late for class." I started walk away but he stopped me, grabbing my arm.
"When then?" His hold was firm, I knew he wasn't going to let go until I have him a straight answer.
I sighed, thinking. "Thursday. Where is up to you."
"Jays." He dropped my arm.
"Jays?" I questioned. That was a rough place there. There was always a fight going on. The Dingo was safer. Plus, when we talked about this I kind of wanted to be alone with him. I wouldn't tell him that though. I was being stubborn.
He sensed my fears. "I'll be with you and if want me to ask some of the others to come –from a distance- then I'll ask."
I sighed. "Fine, Thursday at Jays."
He smiled, nodded, and headed off in the opposite direction.
I shook my head, mentally scolding myself for letting him win and headed to class. Angela was there waiting to interogate me. Appartently she had seen us and somehow beaten me to class. That was abnormal for Ang. She was anxious. I laughed to myself.
"So," She started in on me, "what were you to talking about?"
I groaned internally. "Nothing much. He just wants to get this talking thing over with."
"You don't actually think he's just gonna dump you on your ass do you?"
I looked at her skeptically.
"Really, Sarah? Are you that blind?"
"Apparently." I mumbled looking away and sitting down in my seat.
She didn't have the chance to finish her silly questioning because Mr. Varner called the class to order, asking us about our summers and he passed out books and introduced the class.
What Angela had said was true. She was the only one I had told.
I don't know why I thought it.
I really thought that Curly was going to talk to me to leave our relationship as is and walk away.
But I wasn't going to let anyone know that.
Bet you didn't see that coming! I thought I'd add it in to spice things up. :)
There it is! My muse, Caya, came back suddenly and was like BOOM and inspired me. This was still a filler chapter, to start things up. But I really liked this chapter myself! :) Hopefully you will as well!
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