Garfield
After leaving the airport, we all decided to carpool and caught a cab. I stole a glance at Rachel and she was fuming. I did not understand her at ALL. I didn't do anything. It has always been this way. I talked to a girl and she hated me. Women! Always trying to make men feel like-
"Garfield? Are you ok?" Kory asked in a soft voice. I looked into her jade eyes and sought comfort. Her mouth formed a radiant smile and I found it.
"Yes, yes of course. I'm just a little tired." I lied easily. When did I get so good at this? Rachel was boring holes into my head, so I forced my face in a dark stare and turned to her.
"What is your DEAL?!" I nearly shouted. "What kind of friend are you? Turning on me for no reason. Whenever I need you, you seem mad at me for some reason I am COMPLETELY UNAWARE OF!" I screamed, now reaching my voice limit. I looked away, waiting for Rachel's huff of disappointment at my outburst. She had heard them long enough she entirely dismissed them now. Instead, I was greeted with a silence. I slowly tilted my head to the side and glanced at her expression from across the taxi. She was facing the window, eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed deeply in despair. I would have reached out right then to comfort her, if I could. Suddenly remembering that we were not alone I looked to Vic and Kory. Victor was shaking his head and Kory was gazing steadily into my eyes, as if trying to provoke me into apologizing. I looked away, trying to look upset and once sure no one could see, let my face crumble and my thoughts rumbled in, like a waterfall of despair.
Victor
After Garfield's outburst, the rest of the trip to school was spent in awkward silence, broken only once when Kori attempted to start a conversation about glorknards, whatever those were. Finally we pulled into the large marble drive-way and we all forgot our woes in a moment of awe.
"Holy mphhhhh!" Rachel had plastered her hand over Garfield's mouth and rolled her eyes. She quickly pulled it away. The driveway was lined with large Oak trees and at the gate there were two large platforms, with what looked like a cheetah springing into action. It looked completely out of place for the city. It was nothing like I had expected. There were beach babes and surf shops on every corner. But by the looks of the kids I saw milling around, this school should have belonged somewhere more rural. The kids were not prep like the ones cruising the streets had, they seemed more artsy and – er- out there.
"Hey you kids, where you want me to drop you off, eh?" the Canadian driver named Bill asked us. I had a feeling Kory would insist on us being dropped of first, so before she could say a word I cut in.
"Can you go to…" I paused looking at the directory, "Culliver Hall?" I finished. He made a sort of grunting noise and took a sharp left, causing all of us to slam in the side of the car. Finally he pulled into the lot of a very old building. Culliver Hall was carved into the sign on the green, green lawn in front of the large wooden doors. The thing was, we were not the only people just arriving, it appeared that this was the time when EVERYONE arrived. There were brunettes and blondes and artsy girl and bratty girls arriving in Mercedes, Cadillacs, and there was even a short, white limo. Kory opened the door and stepped onto the sidewalk, Rachel not far behind.
"Thank you so much for escorting us!" Kory said gratefully. I could tell she had been terrified she would be rejected and alone at once. I gave her a gruff bear hug and realized I did not want to kill her. Before I could let go she had returned the hug, even stronger than I had. She let go and did the same to Garfield. She whispered something in his ear and backed away. I looked to say good bye to Rachel but she had already bustled up the stairs, lugging her luggage behind her. I shrugged and sat back down in the car, waving a final farewell to Kory. I looked over to Garfield, who looked fairly upset.
"Hey man, its ok. We all need to get it out once in a while." I said gently. I didn't want that guy in MY face. Garfield let out a low chuckle and attempted to paste a smile on his face. Unfortunately it turned out to look and sound more like a dying seal.
"It's fine. She'll get over it. I'll apologize tomorrow!" he said in an overly cheerful tone. He turned back to the window and I took it as a sign to let him be. We pulled up to Brinner Hall and I got my first impression. Magnificent. The walls were built from red brick and the windows were white with shutters. It was definitely not a manly sort of building. Garfield opened his door and stepped out, mouth to the floor. Suddenly an odd sort of molevlent feelings spread throughout my body and I swiveled my head to the right. Standing before me, giving me the filthiest look I had ever had, was the guy from the plane. The look he was shooting me was so laiden with hate and filth, I felt like I needed to scrub myself before I could ever be clean again. I knew Gar had seen him to from the sharp intake behind me. That guy was trouble.