Desolate: Chapter three
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Yay! I finally decided to continue this story. I was thinking about it for ages and ages, until I finally couldn't help it anymore, and I just had to write!
Sorry once again. I've just got to thank everyone who sent me messages and who reviewed, and who inspired me to keep going. YOU have a special mention at the end.
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The next two lessons seemed to crawl by, until finally lunch arrived. One thing that seemed to keep me awake was the fact that Richard Grayson was in all of my classes, except for dance and drama. We had compared timetables during French.
I dropped my tray onto the table and pushed my chair out. Rachel looked at me and raised an eyebrow.
"Bad lesson?" she asked, in her usual monotone voice. I watched her bite into an apple as I sat down.
I breathed in. "Kind of. I have an awful teacher for English. Miss Willis to be exact," I said, rolling my eyes. Miss Willis was famous in this school. Not for her great teaching, but rather the lack of it.
"Poor you," she said sympathetically.
"But at least I have some cool people in my classes," I explained, opening the top of my water. I noticed the corner of her lips rise into a smirk.
"What are you thinking?" I asked cautiously, placing my bottle on the table.
"You and Richard were getting quite friendly in the front row," she teased. I couldn't do anything as I felt my cheeks turn crimson. "I especially noticed the way you and him kept on bumping shoulders."
Then, suddenly, something came over me. I had thought of a comeback. "Yeah, you can talk," I said coolly, leaning back in my chair.
"What?"
"I could say the same thing about you and Gar."
"What are you talking about?" she asked, leaning in.
"Come on Rae," I said, leaning in so we almost bumped noses. "I can tell he likes you. When we went to the park together, he couldn't stop talking about you."
"Really?" she asked enthusiastically. A little too enthusiastic for someone like Rachel. She coughed, and said it again. "Really?"
"Would I lie to you?"
Suddenly, we both cracked up laughing.
"Maybe when you killed my fish," she said, her face suddenly turning expressionless.
"Hey, I was five! I only wanted to stroke it," I said, my voice trailing off. "And I bought you a new fish."
There was a clatter of plates and we looked around. Gar was standing there, his face like thunder. He sat down, grabbed his fork, and started to stab his salad.
"Stupid classes! Stupid teachers! Stupid school!" he said through his teeth.
"Whoa, Gar. No need to take your anger out on your salad," I said, grabbing his arm. I indicated to his ripped up salad. He looked annoyed.
"What's wrong?" I heard Rachel say.
"It's just; I have none of my friends in my classes. My teacher's are all so strict, and my classes are so hard!" he muttered. His anger seemed to have died down.
"It can't be that bad. Surely there must be someone you know." I took a long gulp of water, before starting to eat my own salad.
"Yeah, there is. But the thing is I don't like her."
"Who is it?" Rachel asked, leaning forward.
"Tara."
"Oh," was all that came out of my mouth. Gar and Tara had dated the whole of last year. She harshly dumped him for another guy during the last week of school. She dumped that guy only a few weeks later. Everyone thought that they were the perfect couple. Only Rachel knew they weren't going to last long.
The next couple of minutes we ate in silence. Rachel and I exchanged glances every few seconds, finding it hard to say the right words.
"At least I have the next two lessons with you guys," he said, suddenly perking up.
"Yeah that's right!" I said. "It's going to be the three of us again."
We ate the rest of our lunch chatting with each other. I took a final bite from my apple, and stood up. I started to wonder over towards the nearest bin, not really concentrating on where I was going. Unfortunately, I wasn't the only one had this idea. It seemed to go in slow motion, like I couldn't believe what was happening. I could've easily avoided it, but it just happened so suddenly. The person who I bumped into let out a loud gasp, as their plate of spaghetti fell all over my head. I let out an ear-breaking scream.
"Oh God Kori, I am so sorry."
I immediately recognised his deep but somehow sexy voice. I pulled the curtain of pasta out of my eyes.
"Richard," I snarled, pulling the wig of meat off my hair. By now everyone was looking at us. Some dared to laugh. The other's just stared, their mouth's wide.
"Kori, I am so sorry!" he apologized, using his finger to wipe away some meat sauce. I slapped him off and shoved my tray into his hands. I gave him one last glare before I turned on my heel, and jogged out into the empty halls. As soon as I left, I heard a chorus of 'Richard's!' and 'Way to goes!'
I took a deep breath and ran towards the nearest toilets. I spent the next few minutes washing the sauce out of my hair, and picking the pasta off my face. I couldn't help but cry. I know it was an accident and everything, but it was so humiliating.
"Some great start to this semester," I muttered, glancing into the mirror. I looked a mess.
"Hey Kori, it's only the first day."
I twirled round to see Rachel's face.
"I was looking everywhere for you. Gar wanted to come in, but I told him not to. Now, let me help you clean up."
I couldn't help but smile. I loved Rachel so much. Not like a lesbian or anything - that would be weird – but like a sister.
"Thanks Rae. I think I have some spare clothes in my locker," I said, sitting on a sink and letting her wipe down my face like a five year old. Just then, the bell rang out. An army of girls rushed in, checking that they looked great for the next lessons. Rachel and I exchanged glances as the girl's started to snigger.
"I told Gar to go to out next lesson and tell the teacher where we are," Rachel explained. I nodded, and reached down for my bag.
"I left my bag in the cafeteria," I moaned.
"No you didn't," Rachel said, holding up my bag. I smiled and grabbed it. I pulled out a pink hairbrush, and pulled it through my hair. At least I look half decent now.
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The rest of the afternoon crawled by slower than the morning. Rachel and I arrived halfway through our next lesson, which was Art. The tables were set out in two's, and the first thing I realized as I entered was that everyone was sitting in boy- girl boy-girl. Then I realized that there were only two spaces left. One was next to Gar. The other was, unfortunately next to Richard. Luckily Rachel was in a good mood, and let me sit next to Gar, as she sat next to Richard.
We then explained to the teacher why we were late. It was still quite obvious, as I had an orange meat sauce all over my arms and my face. I managed to find a spare dress it my locker. It was about two sizes too small for me, but I wore the pink dress anyway.
By the time the bell rang for the end of school, I couldn't have been more relieved. Every chance he got, Richard tried to apologize to me, but I just ignored him and turned away. Some part of me wanted to forgive him, and carry on with the day. But all the rest of me just wanted to hit him for causing me some much humiliation.
I was sitting in the living room when the door flew open. I heard a chorus of girly giggles, and I immediately came to a conclusion. Kamie was home. She and some of her blonde friends wandered in, hardly able to contain their giggles as the saw me.
"Oh, Kor, that was so funny!" Kamie exclaimed, flopping down on one of the white leather sofas.
"Wasn't for me," I mumbled, getting up and walking out the room.
"Lighten up, Kor!" she cried. "Or should a call you spaghetti face?"
All the girls exploded into laughter. The joke wasn't even that funny. I ran upstairs and locked myself in the room until the night came.
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I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked more like a detective than a school girl. I wore a long, beige trench coat and long hat that hid my face. Well I didn't want anyone recognizing me, did I? I pulled up the sleeve and checked the time on my watch. It read thirteen minutes past two. In the morning that was. Everyone was asleep. My 'dad' had gone to bed a few hours ago. Kamie had gone to bed just under an hour ago. I opened the doors leading to my balcony as quietly as possible, and shut it quickly. I breathed in the scent of the ocean air, and jumped onto my balcony railings. I could see the lights of the city blinking a few miles away. Today had been tough, the worst start to a semester that I ever had. This was just what I needed, a long fly over the city and towards my favourite spot and think. I closed my eyes and stepped off the building.
Just before I hit the ground, my eyes opened in a flash and I brought my body upwards and into the sky. I hovered for a few moments, took another sharp breath, and shot across the city in a matter of seconds. I hoped that anyone who saw me would just think I was a shooting star. A purple ray of light shone behind and I laughed in delight. I loved these moments alone, just me, myself, and I.
I landed down on a cliff. I had an amazing view over a stretch of the sea. I hung my feet over the edge, and watched the sea crashing against the sharp rocks. I leaned back on my hands and gazed up. I saw my favourite star shining in the distance. It was slightly orange, and it was outshining the other stars by far. Suddenly, I heard a rustling from behind. I jolted round and jumped up.
"Who's there?" I called out. I chose not to light a starbolt, however much I wanted to. I still had my hands our ready, just in case. "Show yourself!" I said, taking a step backwards, the weight resting on my right foot. The rustling stopped, and a boy stepped out. He looked about my age, and was dressed in a colourful outfit. A mask covered his eyes. I immediately recognized him, and I relaxed my body.
"Oh God, you're Robi-" But I couldn't finish my sentence. The moment I rested my foot on the edge of the cliff, it crumbled. I let out a scream and fell backwards, thoughts rushing through my heads. I saw Robin had jumped onto his stomach and was looking down at me. He had his hand held out to me, but I couldn't reach it. I suddenly had to make one of the biggest decisions of my life.
Reveal my secret or die.
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