Sage's POV
I'd had two classes so far, algebra and English nine. Both were okay, but I sat alone in both classes. I had homeroom next. Hopefully I'd have Max or Fang and Iggy with me.
No such luck. I hadn't seen them all day either. I really missed having them around.
"Well, it's just me and you Peanut. Daddy and Uncle Fang are somewhere else," I whispered to my stomach. As if he knew what I'd said, he responded by opening his tiny wings a little. I could always feel when he did that. Who wouldn't feel little feathers tickling them from the inside?
I would have lunch next period, followed by electives and study hall. My science and global studies classes wouldn't come until next semester.
Thankfully I didn't have to sit alone during homeroom. This boy named Caleb came over and introduced himself. No not my Caleb, he looked too old and besides, Caleb was dead.
There was something odd about this boy; he seemed familiar. I'd probably seen him in the hallway or something. But then again I hadn't really wanted to look at the faces of the other students.
"So what's your name and why is someone so pretty like you sitting all alone?"
Flattery would get you nowhere with me.
"I'm Sarah and I'm actually new here. What made you want to sit with me?" I asked, gesturing to my stomach.
He took a quick look and, to my surprise, acted as if I wasn't going to end up a teenage mother.
"Well, like I said, you're beautiful and somebody's gotta father that baby."
Whoa. Hold up there.
"Actually, someone already is. He didn't leave me."
Caleb's ocean blue eyes looked confused as he swept his blond skater hair out of his face.
Our homeroom teacher, Miss Zywery, got our attention.
"Okay, I hate assigning lockers so I'll just let you all pick your own. Grab your backpacks and head out the door. Numbers 275 through 310 belong to us. Pick one you want because I won't let you switch lockers in the middle of the year."
I picked up my stuff and chose the locker closest to a window. Of course, Caleb chose the one right next to mine.
"Well, you let me know when he leaves you. 'Cause I'll be right there waiting for you."
I just rolled my eyes. Lunch was in twenty minutes. And those twenty minutes seemed to last twenty hours. But then I heard that annoying little bell and I was saved!
Iggy's POV
"Jeff! I missed you so much! There was this awful kid and…" her unmistakable voice trailed off.
"I've missed you too. Is Peanut okay? Tell me about this 'awful kid'," I said as she hugged me and led me to a table. Fang came back with my tray and his, Max came with hers and Sage's.
"Well he said all this stuff about how he thought you left me and he'll be 'waiting for me'. He was so creepy, I'm sure Peanut doesn't even like him. Whenever Caleb talked, he'd move in a certain way and I'm pretty sure neither of us was comfortable. By the way, he seems more awake than usual. He's usually sleeping all day."
"It's probably the noise. And he's not used to all this movement during the day. This is kinda messing up his sleeping pattern," said Max.
"Hey F-Nick, how was your day?" asked Max.
"F-nick! I'm gonna call you that from now on," I chortled.
"Oh shut up. Anyway, it was fine, except for these two stalker chicks in global studies. They were like 'we're here if you want us to help you. In any way you like. Please, don't hesitate or feel shy around us.' I'm pretty sure there were some sketchy implications to that statement. In fact, here they come now. Feel free to punch their faces in, Max."
"You guys could have way better than those two. Why stoop so low?"
"You mean why have them when we could have you? Well, why buy a plastic ring when you could have a gold one?" I said.
No answer.
"Well, whatever. This is so not worth it. Let's go Shannon."
Jessica sounded like a drill sergeant.
"Sorry, but Jess is so used to getting what she wants. Don't let her got to you. She always intimidates everyone. Bye."
To be honest, I kinda felt bad for Shannon. Always being pushed around by Jessica, she never had any say for herself. But hey, if you could be enough of an influence on people to make them do what you want them to do, you had some power.
"What're your electives Sarah?" asked Max
"Pottery and health. I wonder how many times they'll use me as and example," she answered sarcastically.
"Well, I guess I better get going. Even getting through the halls is a challenge. Bye Iggy."
And her footsteps became less and less until they were gone.