Chapter 9 – Copying.
I must have dosed off last night whilst watching the television show with Elliott. It was nice to wake up beside's him until he tickled me to get me out of his bed so I would get ready for school. He didn't want me to make him late for school and I get that when he's trying out for captain of the basketball team.
My room is freezing cold when I return after sneaking across the landing, avoiding Mum at all cost. Apparently Dad knows that I went across to Elliott's bedroom as he thought I was missing. It's a wonder he didn't get me by the ear and drag me back to my own bedroom. Dad rules. Though I do hope he hasn't told Mum, which could mean big trouble.
I bind my purple blanket warm bed cover around me, keeping the coldness shut out as I resolve the problem of what to wear for the day. Maybe I should dress up a little, get Rogan's attention that way. But then I don't want to use skimpy clothing to get his attention, I want him to like me for me. For a change and the weather outside looks like it's going to brighten up, I choose a navy blue skater dress with a round neck and pleating detail from the waist down. Underneath I put very dark and thick tights on before putting on my black chunky boots, with a little brown heel. From my wardrobe, I grab a black jacket this time with studded detail on the shoulders, giving me a rocky edge to my outfit. Simple and me. In the mirror, I put on a little bit of eyeliner and mascara before securing my thick hair up into its typical ponytail.
Downstairs Mum and Dad are up and about, Dad making breakfast whilst Mum sits at the table looking over a newspaper. Mum glances up and instantly frowns before returning back to her reading. Obviously she isn't very happy to see me. Ignoring her, I cross the room after dumping my bag and snatch a piece of Dad's toast and quickly bite it so he wouldn't take it back from me. I'm grateful it has no butter on it. Yay win.
"Hey!" Dad moaned, tapping my hand playfully. He sighed a little and reached over to put another piece in the toaster.
I chuckled before switching on the kettle.
Amber comes flying down the staircase in her dance happy style, like an Alice want to be. "Morning everyone," She beams gracefully until she clocks me, "Morning human."
I couldn't resist, "Morning Alice."
"Mum," Amber automatically whinges, "Will you tell her…"
"Amber honey, you've only got yourself to blame," Dad tell her.
I felt slightly smug and couldn't help but make a grin appear on my features as I make myself a hot chocolate. I grab the last chocolate cupcake I made yesterday with Elliott and took a seat across from Mum whilst Chad thunders down the stairs. "Did we manage to kick some vampire ass?" Chad asked Dad, grabbing a piece of toast from him.
"Chad will you not speak about our kind like that," Mum instantly complained.
"And will everyone stop pinching my breakfast!" Dad called out as Amber tried to do the same but wouldn't let her have a piece. Unlucky Sis, maybe next time. She sighed and put her own on.
To get in Mum's good books, Chad tells her complete bull, "I'm actually just speaking of the bead kind Mum. Not you, Sis or the rest of the Cullen's."
Dad took a seat between me and Mum as he placed her plate of toast in front of her. He announces, "We got the one down but the other one ran out, we're tightening up the protection detail, so Son I'll need you out tonight, even though you're not supposed to."
That's not fair.I thought to myself, trying to remain calm.
Mum shudders under the thought.
"Morning," Elliott enters the air. Before he could pass behind me to get his own breakfast, I smile up at him as he rubs the top of my head.
After breakfast, Dad handed us our lunch Money before Elliott drove me to school in his stylish black jeep.
"Stop that," He orders as we head towards Forks.
I was picking at my nails, making a repeating noise as nerves of seeing Rogan again starts to pump in. I enlighten, "Sorry I'm just nervous…"
Taking his eyes off the road for a short moment to look at me, he asks, "About what?" He returns his gaze onto the windy road and runs his hand through his dark hair.
"Seeing Rogan."
"Why?" He questioned.
I remind him, "We almost kissed Elliott and then there was that unbelievable awkwardness afterwards."
"Don't worry over that Sis," He assures me. "Just play it cool and play hard to get. Guys love it that way…"
"Are you telling me this because it's what you like or is that the actual truth?"
He laughs. "Both," He admits.
I went to my locker and my heart skipped a few beats as I notice Rogan at his locker, wearing casual jeans with a casual white top and a checker shirt over that. Play hard to get. Hard to get. How the hell do you play hard to get? Shit. This would be helpful if I had the experience of this flirting thing before. But I haven't. I've never got the chance because of just hanging around Rogan. I always thought it would just seem naturally to get together but life is much more harder in the adult world.
Oh crap! Sugar bum! Noodles! Mother duck!
Hard to get, I remind myself again. Placing in my earphones, I put on some music but making sure it's not too loud so I would be able to hear him. Pretending I haven't seen him, I unlock my lover and take a couple of books from my bag out to lighten the weight of it. With the barrier of my blue blocker door, I could only see his trainer's approach. A quick smile crosses my feature before I straighten them up again and become more natural. BELLY FLIP. Please don't be awkward with me Rogan. PLEASE!
From the corner of my eye I notice Rogan draw the barrier further away so he could clock his own look on me. "Morning Skye." He raises his hand up bawling his fingers to make a fist for me to punch back. Still pretending I haven't seen him, I left him hanging, capturing a face full of rejection as his eyes burned on me.
He questioned pressing a hand on my back, "Something wrong?"
Faking a fright reaction, I jump back, pressing my hand on my chest. His hands capture my waist so I couldn't fall over. "Steady," he warned.
I loosen my earphones from my ear and lied sneakily, "Oh Rogan you scared the living pants out of me!"
"Sorry," he lifted his hand up and this time I thumped his fist. I flash an, 'I missed you' smile before asking politely," Good Sunday without me?"
"Nah really," he shakes his head, glancing up and down at my outfit. Gaining the lock down on my eyes, he admitted, "Actually I'm glad to be back here, home sucks majorly without you."
"Tell me about it!" I agreed, sighing afterwards as I slam my locker shut.
"Dad tells me you got a whole month of being locked up, that much tougher than what I got…"
"What did your parents give you?" I wondered curiously.
He counted on his fingers, "One week of being grounded. Suspended from my duties. No consoles and babysitting when they want."
"That's not too bad," I tell him. "Mums taken my phone, car, I'm not allowed outside for fresh air."
"No car, do you need a ride cau-"
I stopped him from getting too excited, "My Brother has to take me. Mum banned me from seeing you too, says you're a bad influence..."
"Aw balls!" He hung his arms around my body, bringing me closer to his figure for a hug. Rogan's warmth grew immediately like a soothing bubble. His voice became a whisper in my ear, "Sorry I got you into shit. I'll get my Dad to speak to yours."
"Oi," Chads voice simmers in the atmosphere, "Get away from my sister." He stepped between us and pushed Rogan a little away from me. Since when did he get all protective? "She's not allowed to be anywhere near you," he spat. Chad turns around to face me and points his finger. "If I see you speaking with him again, I'm telling Mum and you're already in her bad books!"
I blare out, "Fuck you Chad!"
"SKYE BLACK!" A disappointed tone came from behind me. I looked over my shoulder to see Coach Don. Oh crap! I rotate my body and see his angry glare on me. "Do you think that appropriate to speak like that young lady?"
"No Sir," I put my head down in shame. "I'm sorry…"
"If I catch you swearing again I'll send you to the principal's office," Coach Don warned.
Once he left Chad thundered out a laugh so I punched him hard in the shoulder. Buggering balls! I shook my hand as my right hand stings out. REMEMEBER SKYE- NEVER HIT A WEREWOLF, IT BLOODY HURTS!
Chad laughs. "Never learn…" He said smugly, shaking his head as he walks away.
Rogan waits for Chad to be out of sight before stepping the distance between us. "Let me have a look," his voice became soft, caring and thoughtful. I lift my hand up and he wraps my hand in his warm ones. It feels nice having skin on skin contact with him but the pain drives though making me less focused on Rogan. "You've possibly sprained it; I'd get Eddie to look at it."
"Later," I say, "We've got to get to class…"
Biology class went with a blur as we copied the notes from the board and second lesson had approached with Miss Harper and best bud Rogan. "Today class we're going to do book reports," Miss Harper told us. "Now, I'm going to write on the board how a book report should look like and how it should be structured, I don't want you to write down anything yet."
Miss Harper turned her back and faced the board, looking at her notes before writing. Across the room, I see some stupid boys getting their pens and shooting out rolled up pieces of paper at the girl's hair in front of them. Is that how a guy tries to impress a girl these days?
I shake my head. My eyes glance out of the window and notice the dull weather, typical Forks. I shouldn't have put this dress on today. Ugh!
"Skye?" Rogan caught my attention away.
I rotate my head in his direction. "Yep?" God he looks incredibly handsome today. I bite my lower lip to stop from pouncing on him right here and right now. Miss Harper wouldn't be too pleased.
"Your eyes are glowing…" He tells me before his eyes shifted down onto my hand.
Without realising, my hurting hand is holding a pen and writing rapidly. What the heck?! What the hell am I writing? I glance at the words and look up at the board. Shit! I'm copying the words as Miss Harper is about to just write on the bored. Crazy shit is happening. With a shocked expression I look at Rogan. "I don't even know how I'm doing this," I tell him. "I can't stop it either."
Also with a puzzled expression, Rogan whispers not wanting anyone to hear, "It has something to do with your eyes. There orange not green. "
I dig into my bag to collect the mirror in the small pocket. Glancing in the reflective mirror, I don't see anything but my green eyes. My hand automatically stopped at the same time Miss Harper did.
"Right then," Miss Harper turned around. "This is how it should look. You need to start off with an introduction, title, information of when the book was published, the genre and a short brief. Your second paragraph is all about body."
"Mmm… A girl's sexy body, just what we need in this class!" The lad sitting on the next table beside us said, laughing and shoving his arm into the guy next to him, trying to be funny.
"Drew please go and wait outside," Miss Harper ordered, "I won't have you disturbing my lessons…"
Drew muttered something and dragged his chair along the floor before he walked out of the room.
"So," Miss Harper continued, "You need body next. This section you need to explain what the book is about." She stopped and rolled her eyes after she notices Drew at the door window, pulling faces and disturbing her lesson. "While I deal with Drew can everyone think about what book you're going to do please..." With an angry expression she marches out, meaning war. Poor Drew, he's dead meet
"You need to go and see Eddie; he might know what's happening…" Rogan said placing a hand over mine. "I'll come with you if you want…"
I shake my head. "No it's okay. I'm not allowed to be with you anyway and it will certainly get back to Mum…" I display a,' thank you' smile. "Mind me borrowing you phone to call him at break?"
"Of course, whatever you need."
Granddad Edward agreed to come over later once he's finished up at the hospital and after he's asked permission to cross the border from Dad and Sam. They always say yes as they don't bother with past laws with the Cullen's anymore because of us kids. But as old fashioned as Granddad is he still likes to keep it within the laws, just in case.
"Thanks for letting me use your phone…" I say to Rogan, passing him his device as he leans against his locker. "I owe you one…"
Rogan asks "Will you let me know what he thinks tomorrow?"
I bob my head in response. Say if there is something wrong with me. Ugh. Maybe it's my brain playing tricks on me, trying to be clever for once. Oh I don't know.
"Skye, can I talk to you about something?" Rogan asked, refusing to meet my gaze.
"Sure, is something the matter?"
"It's about Saturday, when we um had that moment on the sidewalk…"
Ping of nerves zapped through my body. Damn and there was me thinking I could get away from this talk as I thought I'd escaped the awkwardness. Bloody Rogan and his overly confident attitude, why now? I'm not ready for this.
He attained my good hand as the bad one has swollen, which I'll have Granddad have a look at it later. Rogan looked at me with his dark eyes and my throat instantly dried. "We both have feelings for one another right?"
Shyly, I don't reply, not wanting to admit anything yet as I'm terrified of what he's going to say next.
"On Sunday when I couldn't be with you, I realised I missed you like crazy. I've been regretting not kissing you." His hands unlock from mine and gain a position against the arch of my back, stirring me forward towards his own physic.
His eyes blazed with care as he looked down at me. He urged his lips down gradually. Oh my god he's going to kiss me! Ah! A replica of a mini me is in my head squealing up and down like a little child at Christmas.
Our lips pressed together and then it was all over.
Chad had got him by the throat and shoved him against the locker.
