A/N: If it seems like the chapters keep getting shorter: they are. Sorry! I'm trying to stop but it's such a tough habit!
My sleep was uneventfull and undisturbed. One long space of time cushioned between my matress and the warm,dark enigma of my unconcious mind. I rarely ever dreamt, but when I did they were real doozies. My mom used to say that when I was younger I'd stay up as late as I could because I was afraid of having a dream. Not that they were always nightmares, but most were so real that for a few minutes after I woke up I'd think the dream had bled into the waking world. I'd listen intently and scan the shadows of my room to make sure that no trace of it remained...
I woke up at 5:00, my normal time, and stumbled blindly downstairs. It was still dark so that shadows streched out from the stair's landing and made me hesitant. I was a bit of a fraidy cat in the morning, turning on lights in every room I entered and whistling out my trembling courage as I descended the basement stairs for clean clothes.
Unfortunately when I opened up the dryer that specific morning, it was empty. I let out a groan, breaking the song I'd been whistling and trotted back upstairs. Clothing wise my choices were now quite limited. Finally I decided on a pair of dark jeans, a topaz tank top and an army green jacket, paired with brown, knee high boots with a slight heel the outfit wasn't half bad.
***
Chase kept his gaze locked on his reflection as Wuya entered the room. She wound around his bed like a serpent or a dancer and he ignored her, knowing what was coming before she even spoke.
"Well don't we look dashing?" she teased. He smirked at her poisonously.
"Actually," he said,straightening the gold tie which laid flat against his black dress shirt. "I think I'm begining to like this modern wardrobe. Perhaps I'll keep it for the next century or so."
She peeked out from behind him, digging her bright red painted nails into his shoulders.
"Or you could skip the whole wardrobe thing altogether." she whispered into his ear, raised up on tiptoe so she could reach. "You know I've always prefered the au naturale look on you."
He turned so suddenly that she lost her balance and stumbled back ungracefully.
"We have been over this before, have we not?" Chase growled, narrowing his gaze on the frustrated sorceress.
"Fine." she said casually, though bitterness still clung to her words. "but you're missing out."
"I sincerely doubt that Wuya." He said, smiling nostalgically.
"Chase Young, sincere?" she scoffed "I'd pay to see that"
And with that she was gone.
***
As usual I just barely made the bus and thus spent the morning scowling at passing cars and promising myself I'd get at least my permit (if not my full license) ASAP, since I was the only senior without one.
Cara met me at the front entrance, grinning insanely.
I could only stare in awe. "I love your hair." I said once I got my voice back.
She twirled around, sending the glossy raspberry waves dancing out around her. The color made her looks all the more striking. Her golden tan skin and devastating bone structure stood boldly against the dark pink of her hair, her solid brown eyes now seemed to hold a redish tint themselves.
"How's your mom holding up?" I asked teasingly, just picturing how the uber conservative woman would react.
"I'm grounded for a week." Cara replied with a sigh," but it was totally worth it"
"Amen." I said, grinning.
We made our way slowly to Latin class. "Think Mr. Young-enough-to-be-my-dream-guy is here again?" Cara asked, ignoring the few awkward stares her hair was getting.
"I doubt it." I said casually, though secretly I really hoped he was. Even though yesterday's little conversation had been strange enough to make me wary of him, I couldn't help but find him fascinating, almost irresistable. It was really very frustrating.
We made it to class just in the nick of time, only to find an older female sub standing at the front of the class with the attendance sheet.
I felt a little deflated as I took my seat.
"Dupree, Cara." the sub called.
"Here!" she answered, placing a note on my desk.
It read: He's gone! The only good distraction in my school day is gone! : (
I shrugged and wrote back : Well he can't have gotten far, maybe at lunch we can go on a sub hunt.
I placed it back on her desk and heard her hum thoughtfully. I hoped she hadn't taken me seriously...
"Farnam, Daniel."
"Present!" The dark haired boy mumbled. I really hated that kid. He'd spit in my pudding cup in third grade and I'd never forgiven him for it. Of course, he was an honor student and vice president of the bible club now, but the way I saw it: Once a Pudding-spitter always a Pudding-spitter.
"...Hall, Jillian."
"She's out sick." the masses confirmed in a wave of mumbled excuses.
"I see," the teacher said in faux concern.
"Lambert, Regina."
"Here!" I called back.
"What do you think happened to him?" Cara whispered.
I almost laughed at the mixture of wonder and sorrow in her voice.
"Maybe he and Jillian are getting eloped." I offered teasingly.
She laughed, but hesitantly as if some part of her wondered if it was true.
"God." I muttered.
"You mean Jupiter." She teased. "Remember, babe, you're a Latin student now."
A/N: gtg! review if you please!
