Chapter 3 : Quite A Sight



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Without acknowleding his arrival I reached into the locker and pulled out an apple. I turned around to
face the voice after I had taken a bite of the apple.

"Hi Dwain. Nice to see you too." I said.

"Ya whatever. You could've at least waited until I arrived to steal my food." He replied closing his
locker back up again.

"I wasn't stealing.... you always offer anyways." I gave him a big smile.

"I don't understand how it is that you were able to open my locker up in the first place --- I don't
remember telling you the combo."

"I'm weird like that." I stated as I took another big bite of the apple. Even though Dwain was my best
friend that I've made here, I had never trusted anyone with my secret. I know that he suspects something
but fortunately, he has never bothered to confront me about it. Nobody knows the truth of where I came
from except for me. Not even my dad... he never questioned my abilities or my seizures. He knew it was
something I couldn't tell, and being the loving father he was.... he obliged to my wishes of secrecy.

Dwain didn't reply, he just took the apple from my hand, took a bite and handed it back towards me.

"Gross Dwain! You so ruined my appetite." I held up my hands in disgust.

"Suit yourself." He smiled taking yet another bite of the apple.

Students stared at us as we walked towards the school lunch hall. You'd think by now they would accept
the fact that we were just friends and nothing more. Sure I'll agree that we were a sight to see but
still it didn't mean that it wasn't rude to stare.

Dwain DeBeck stood at 6'3 feet, with an good solid build from the years of forced football playing from
his parents. His curly blonde hair and light blue eyes made me the envy of every girl at our school. I
stood at a good 5'9, light brown hair medium length with a hint of blonde roots (yes I'll admit I'm a user
of hair dye)... and aqua-coloured eyes. As for my body shape... let's just say that it doesn't go unnoticed
by many male students thanks to Manticore.

I stopped at a classroom door waiting for Dwain because he had to talk to one of his teachers that had
refused to let him hand him his project late.

I had befriended Dwain back when he and I were in grade nine. Back than he was a shrimp... literally.
He was barely 5 feet tall and had a mousy build to go with that. The other guys made fun of him considerably
so he was outcasted. I had just decided to eat with him at lunch one day since I had no other friends.

Sasha and her friends had considered me to be inferior to them because I wasn't rich like they were.
Everything turned out for the better and now Dwain and I were almost inseperable.

Dwain came out of the classroom with a smile on his face.

"He took it."

"Good." I replied. "Now can we go do something productive with our free block?"

"Absolutely. So how was your classes today?" He asked.

I muttered a few profanities in return.

"Sasha again?"

I nodded.

"Those girls are such a pain in the ass. Sasha and her friend Tia practically stalked me last year."

"And that's suppose to make me feel better how?" I asked.

"Nevermind. Look, you know you are much better than they are. You're a hundred times smarter, you're much
wittier, you've got better friends... and you're much cuter." He grinned.

"My goal in life is to be cute." I replied sourly. I wasn't in a paticularly good mood today and usually the
cheering me up consisted of two things. First, your name had to be Dwain. Second, cheering me up involve 15
minutes of spare time.

"Eva... don't be like that. You are aware of your looks as much as I am aware of them."

He was right. I was aware of my looks... and sometimes I wish I didn't have them... they gave me more problems
than advantages.

"Thanks." I sighed.

"Hey what are you doing tonight?" He asked as we walked on.

"Nothing----" Trying to figure out why he would ask such a question since I never did much outside of school.
"Why?" I asked suspiciously.

His silent reply told me more than I wanted to know.

"No WAY! Dwain, I will not sit through another one of those movies. I don't care how big Steven Speilberg was
back in the 20th century, I do NOT want to see Jurassic Park ever again!"

"Oh come on Eva, have a little fun. Jurassic Park is a classic pre-pulse movie!"

I groaned. "Jurassic Park is one of the most unbelievable movies I have ever seen in my life." I lied. It wasn't
all that unbelievable that scientists grew dinosaurs and locked them up in a park, afterall the scientists at
Manticore did creat genetically enhanced soldiers.... and we did break loose.

"Just one more time?" He begged.

"No."

"Please?" He got down on one knee.

"No." I was surprised he had knelt down. "Get off the floor Dwain."

"Please Eva?" He pleaded. "We are best friends aren't we?"

A small crowd was starting to gather around us to watch the commotion that Dwain and I had created. The last thing
I wanted was attention from self-absorbed kids at this school.

"What are you looking at?" I growled at them. I'll admit that sometimes my temper gets the best of me.

"Get up Dwain." I muttered. He didn't oblige, so I hit him on the side of the head and his body immediately went
limp.

A bright red mark started appearing on the side of his face where I had hit him. I shook him.

"Dwain. This isn't funny. Come on get up."

His body didn't respond. He looked unconcious.

"Dwain!" I lifted his head up and shook him once more to confirm my suspicions.

He was indeed unconcious. I checked for his pulse. He was still breathing thank god. I had hit him too hard
forgetting my strength once again. I was so clumsy when it came to hiding my abilities and this wasn't the first
time. Last time I had almost broken my dad's foot. Great daughter I was.

There weren't any students in the halls anymore for most of them were already in the lunch hall. So I lifted
Dwain over my shoulders and carried him towards the office to recieve some medical attention.

I had tears in my eyes. Yes tears. I had only cried one in my whole life, and that was when I had thought they were
going to kill Max on the night of our escape... and now I was crying because I was afraid that I had accidentally
caused my best friend permanant brain damage or even worse.... a coma.

I must have made quite a sight for anybody that might have been there to witness a pretty girl almost in tears
carrying a 6'3 guy over her shoulders through the halls of the school.





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