Chapter 2
Marco scanned the hallways for her. He needed to see her again, even if she only told him that he was a moron and she never wanted to see him ever again. She was his diosa(1). He spotted her, walking towards him with her head down. She was reading . . . . . Julius Caesar? He diliberatly stepped in her way so she'd bump into him, but she didn't need to know that. She bumped into him, almost falling over backwards. He grabbed her by her waist as her books fell, and her arms, almost by instinct, wrapped themselves around his shoulders.
"I'm destend to keep bumping into you, aren't I?" She said, a shadow of a smile playing across her lips.
"Yeah. Not that I mind." Marco smiled at her.
"You're gonna have to left me go so I can get my books." He, reluctantly, released her as he felt her arms slip from his shoulders. He crounched down to help her gather her things, when her head suddenly snapped up. "Did you hear something?"
Marco strained his ears against the sounds of the crowded hallway, "No."
"I thought I heard someone scream."
"A scream?"
She nodded, tying back her black hair. "I'm going to investigate." She got up and started walking towards the sorce of the scream.
"Wait, Diosa!" He called after her, rising to his feet.
She paused and turned, "Diosa?"
"I never found out your name, so I gave you one." He walked over to her, "Besides, it fits you. Anyway, I'm not letting you investigate alone. It could be dangerous."
"So, you're gonna protect me?"
Marco smiled, "Yeah. I am." 'This will be fun, if I don't get killed. If Diosa DID hear that scream, the Yeerks are getting sloppy. Note... tell Jake. But how could she hear it over the noise or the hallway?'
Diosa looked at him, and grinned, "By the way, my name is Marilyn, Marco."
He blinked, "How did you....?"
Marilyn laughed, "Lets just say that a little birdie told me, hmm?"
Marco scanned the hallways for her. He needed to see her again, even if she only told him that he was a moron and she never wanted to see him ever again. She was his diosa(1). He spotted her, walking towards him with her head down. She was reading . . . . . Julius Caesar? He diliberatly stepped in her way so she'd bump into him, but she didn't need to know that. She bumped into him, almost falling over backwards. He grabbed her by her waist as her books fell, and her arms, almost by instinct, wrapped themselves around his shoulders.
"I'm destend to keep bumping into you, aren't I?" She said, a shadow of a smile playing across her lips.
"Yeah. Not that I mind." Marco smiled at her.
"You're gonna have to left me go so I can get my books." He, reluctantly, released her as he felt her arms slip from his shoulders. He crounched down to help her gather her things, when her head suddenly snapped up. "Did you hear something?"
Marco strained his ears against the sounds of the crowded hallway, "No."
"I thought I heard someone scream."
"A scream?"
She nodded, tying back her black hair. "I'm going to investigate." She got up and started walking towards the sorce of the scream.
"Wait, Diosa!" He called after her, rising to his feet.
She paused and turned, "Diosa?"
"I never found out your name, so I gave you one." He walked over to her, "Besides, it fits you. Anyway, I'm not letting you investigate alone. It could be dangerous."
"So, you're gonna protect me?"
Marco smiled, "Yeah. I am." 'This will be fun, if I don't get killed. If Diosa DID hear that scream, the Yeerks are getting sloppy. Note... tell Jake. But how could she hear it over the noise or the hallway?'
Diosa looked at him, and grinned, "By the way, my name is Marilyn, Marco."
He blinked, "How did you....?"
Marilyn laughed, "Lets just say that a little birdie told me, hmm?"