Chapter 11: Hell Week

Chapter 11: Hell Week

Skye had given up.

She had hovered over his school for hours, watching all the little high schoolers trickle out of the building and down the steps. Seniors and Juniors popped into their cars, the base lines of their loud music drifting up to her height of 55 feet. The unlucky Freshman and Sophomores climbed grudgingly onto large yellow buses, already dreading their piles of homework.
Skye could hear all their worries, all their fears. She could hear his name on their minds, but couldn't find his. It frustrated her to endless degrees.

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She sat at the bus stop, head in her hands. She didn't get it:

She had waited until 11 pm, after even most of the teachers had gone home, and he still hadn't shown up! Who stayed at a school until after 11 pm? Not him apparently, maybe he didn't come to school today, maybe he was sick...
She hadn't allowed herself to look his phone number up, or his address.

She reasoned that finding out his High School already classified her as a stalker.

So there she was, exhausted after almost a full 9 hours of just flapping in place, depressed. 'It's for the better...' her conscience whispered, and she sighed. Her other half was right, all this involvement would just get her, and Aaron--and possibly even The Flock--into more trouble than they already were.

So she decided to drop it, fate had made a decision for her.
So where the hell was the bus?!

The bench she was sitting on creaked as someone occupied the empty space beside her. She didn't look up; if it had been an Eraser, she would have been knocked out by now.

"Rough day?" the person beside her asked, concern laced in their voice. Skye let a small smile flit across her features,

"Yeah...see, there's this boy, who I'm totally crazy about, but he's not ever around. He's never where I look ya know?" the being beside her shook the bench slightly as they chuckled,

"Well, that's too bad. Maybe you just haven't been looking in the right places..." Skye shrugged and broke into a large grin,

"Well, I've found him now." She looked up and sure enough, the person on the bench was Aaron. "So, where have you been eh?" Taking pleasure in teasing a human. He looked down at his feet, the tips of his ears reddening a tad,

"Well, on top of being SGA president for the whole school, this week just happens to be "Hell Week" for Drama Club..." he trailed off, his ears darkening a shade. Skye frowned a bit, cocking her head to the side in a silent inquiry. "Hell Week is when everyone stays until like, 11:30 at night to practice for the play. Opening night is on Friday, which is only four days away, so you can imagine how stressed everyone is..." he continued. "Especially me, since I'm Tech Director." he paused at her confused look, "The TD is the person who makes sure all crews are functioning properly and everything is going smoothly...you've never been in Drama Club?" He asked, an eyebrow raising in amusement. Skye shook her head.

"I uhm..." 'Don't go to school? Yeah, not the best answer Skye.' She searched frantically in her mind for an excuse, "I uhm--I'm home-schooled?" She mumbled. Aaron shot her a sympathy glance,

"So, why were you looking for me?" He asked abruptly. Skye started. 'Okok hold on, stop and think before you lose you cool and blurt out something stu--'
"Iwaswonderingifyouwantedtohavecoffeeorsomethingwithme."

Skye expelled the words in a jumble, blushing like crazy and hating herself for it. She never lost her cool around strangers, never.

And yet, Aaron wasn't a stranger anymore, now was he?

Aaron smiled, somehow seeming to understand her babble. "Well DUH, didn't think you'd ever ask!" He got up and saluted, saying that he needed to get home, and walked to his car. As she watched him go, she unintentionally entered his mind. His thoughts were a jumbled mix of happiness, worries, and excitement--mirroring her own.

She smiled, 'Guess fate's not done with me yet...'

A/N: Hey, sorry guys, this chapter got mixed up with Chapter 8 somehow. xD Thanks to Riley Manx for pointing this out! 3 R&R please!