Chapter 4

Cris

I fell asleep easily last night after finishing my homework, and woke up feeling better than I had in a long time. My body and mind both felt awake when my alarm went off at six. I rubbed my eyes and took a quick hot shower, before dressing.

Sky looked at me suspiciously from the bed, as I quickly got dressed. Layered shirts again. A turquoise blue over black with jeans and my favorite blue tie-dye converse.

I toweled my layered hair and brushed it into a ponytail. The rubber band stretched as I bound it around my damp hair. It would only complete the circle twice so I knew I would have to redo it when my hair dried, around lunchtime.

I glanced at the clock, 6:40. I have time. Wow, I've never gotten ready so quickly. Quietly I crept past Dave's room, a gentle snoring reverberated from inside. No wonder he can't get a girlfriend. He snored.

Making my way to the kitchen I pulled down some cereal. Cheerios, yeah. I poured some milk into a bowl and dug in.

Setting the bowl full of cereal milk on the tiled floor for Sky, I checked the time once again, 6:50. Hopefully I wouldn't miss the bus again today.

Grabbing my coat and bag, I ran outside to the bus stop only to skid to a halt at the sight of a dark blue Mercedes idling in my driveway.

Oh, yeah I had forgotten, Kyle was driving me to school. I saw his face there was no smile. He was lost in thought staring out the window. I walked down the porch steps and he looked up. Instantly there was a smile on his face and he motioned to me.

I ran to his car careful not to slip on the ice. I succeeded and made it to the passenger door without falling. I pulled it open and slipped it.

The Mercedes was warm and its dark leather seats comfortable. I sank right in. Kyle turned to me still smiling.

"How was your night?" he asked, still looking at me as he pulled out of my driveway.

"Fine, I got all my homework done and Dave didn't yell at me for not having dinner ready when he got home." Dave worked in an office all day with computers. I don't know exactly what he did, but I had something to do with programming or something.

"He expects you to cook dinner." Kyle looked angry and his eyes turned back to the road.

"Well that is my 'pay' for staying with him. It's not too bad, usually, but sometimes he comes home cranky and gets impatient." I hurried. For some reason I felt it would not be good if Kyle was angry with my uncle.

Kyle dropped the matter after that and we sat in silence. Kyle was thinking hard about something. I could tell by the way his flawless brow furrowed and his eyes did not seem to be concentrated on the world around him.

I shifted uncomfortably. The movement caught his attention.

"You okay?" his perfect stormy sapphire eyes full of sudden concern.

"Um…yeah, its just I was wondering what you were thinking about?"

He was staring at me again. I wanted to tell him he should keep his eyes on the road, but under his amazing, intense gaze my mind could not form coherent words.

After what seemed like hours he turned back to the road. I saw his mouth open as if to speak, but no words came out. He seemed to debating whether to tell me or not.

"I can't tell you," he said finally, "Normally I would lie and say I was thinking about school or something, but I don't think I can lie to you." He turned and looked back at me, his eyes penetrating trying to make me understand. I blushed and turned away to stare out the window.

"Ok," was all I could manage.

I didn't take me long to realize that something was different. Kyle never strayed remotely from my side the whole morning before advisory. I had expected him to leave once we entered to school after all I had heard Grey tell him that he could not have a relationship with me.

It wasn't like I wanted him to leave. I got jealous looks as he walked beside me in the hall on the way to my locker before advisory. I saw Nichole throw daggers at me again as we passed the commons outside the gym. That was another reason why I was glad Kyle was still walking next to me, Nichole surly would have mobbed me, or something after the look Kyle gave me at lunch yesterday. However she could not do anything with Kyle right there.

Nevertheless something seemed to bother Kyle. Though he kept his eyes forward I could tell he was always alert. The question was for what?

He followed Pup and me into advisory and proceeded to a seat in the back of the room. That surprised me; he hadn't left my side all morning yet he did not want to sit with me.

I was about to turn and sit with him, but Pup pulled my arm.

"C'mon I have to ask you somethin'"

"What?" I sighed, turning away from the perfect boy and sitting down next to her.

"You might want to stay close to Shelby and me today and whenever possible Kyle too, because I heard Nichole talking in the bathroom." Pup hesitated, biting her lip. I waited, staring quizzically at her. She looked away and gazed around the room.

"What did she say Pup?" I asked finally. Pup took a deep breath. "C'mon, Kaitlyn spit it out." I hoped she got the point when I used to actually name.

"Okay, Nichole and her cronies were talking about cornering you. She said and I quote 'teach that bitch a lesson'." I groaned, just what I needed. I wondered if Kyle knew and that's why he stayed with me all morning.

I glanced back I at Kyle. He had a book out and open. Though it didn't look like he was actually reading it; his eyes weren't moving. He seemed just as alert as he had seemed this morning; his whole body was tense, looking as if he could spring up the minute something was wrong.

He didn't seem to notice every girl in our advisory was staring at him, except for Pup who was look at me with concern.

"Cris, you ok," Pup asked as I yanked my eyes from his flawless face.

"Yeah, I think so. Thank god I don't have many classes with her," I said trying to pull my mind back to Nichole. Pup looked like she was going to say more but the bell rang and I had to get to English.

As I left the room I felt Kyle come up behind me. His cool arm brushed my elbow. I looked up at him. He smiled. I just looked back confused and his face fell.

"What's wrong," he asked concerned as we pushed are way though the packed halls.

"Why didn't you sit with me in advisory." I asked a little hurt. Kyle gazed into my eyes then laughed. A soft musical laugh.

"I thought you'd be sick of me after I followed you around all morning." I looked back bewildered. "Its not like I didn't want to sit with you," he continued hurriedly looking away.

"I can't get sick of you company. In fact I kind of welcome it right now," I said grimacing as I thought about what Pup told me.

"Okay, something else is going on. Could you please tell me?" Kyle sighed and glanced back down at my face.

"Um…I guess that means you haven't heard." Kyle shook his head, copper highlights glistening. "Well apparently Nichole wants to mob me."

"What!" It sounded like a growl. Kyle pulled me over to the side of the hallway, which was fairly difficult because of the rest of the people getting to class.

"Yeah, I believe she not to happy that you picked me over her." I said alarmed as I looked at his face. His features were no longer beautiful and perfect, but contorted with rage. His lips were pulled back against his glistening teeth, and his eyes were narrowed.

Kyle had me up against the wall, his hand clenched on my arm. He had a strong hold it hurt. Kyle glanced over his shoulder than looked back at me. He saw the fear on my face and immediately softened his face. The hold on my arm loosened, although he did not let go.

"Look, don't worry about her. I wont let anything happen, Okay." I nodded, my heart still racing.

"Um… I probably should get to class, Kyle" I said breathless.

"Oh, yeah." Kyle let go of my arm and watched me hurry down the almost empty hall to my English class. The bell rang right as I reached my seat, which luckily was right by the door.

I hardly listened to anything Mrs. Jones said today, all I could think of was Kyle's reaction. What could cause such a hostile reaction in a guy I had only seen as calm and collected?

The bell rang-finally-and I rushed out of English glad to escape the boring hellhole. I was at the door before most kids had roused themselves from their slumber. SMACK, the wind went flying out of me as I hit something cold and hard. Strong arms were suddenly wrapped around me pulling me in close.

Struggling to catch my breath I looked up to find myself in the arms of a boy I had never seen before. Wait, let me rephrase that, an absolutely gorgeous boy I had never seen before. He had a pale, slightly pointy face; a straight nose, mouth and black hair gelled up in perfect spikes.

All in all he reminded me of Kyle from his strong arms to his pale, perfect face. Except for his eyes, they were red, a deep dark ruby; they were stunning. Those eyes reminded me of something, though I couldn't remember what.

"Oh…sorry." I stammered, trying to extricate myself from him. However his grip around my body did not loosen, though he did step out of the way--consequently taking me with him--of the students now exiting bleary eyed from my English class.

"I have to go," I tried again wiggling in his arms.

"Oh…I don't think you have to go anywhere. Why don't yo—" His velvety words were cut of as Kyle materialized out of nowhere with a hand at my captor's throat.

"Let her go, Troy." I heard him growl into the guy's ear. Some of the students turned to watch the commotion.

"Why should I?" Troy sneered back. What happened next occurred fast I had no idea what had transpired. All I knew was that suddenly my captor's cold arms were know longer around me. I stumbled and fell forward, landing hard on the ground.

"Uhg," I groaned as my breath rushed out of my lungs yet again.

"Are you alright," said Kyle's soft honey sweet voice as he gently pulled me off the ground. I nodded still a little stunned. People around me however were staring. I twisted to see what they were looking at.

There was a deep dent in the wall several yards away.

"What happened… where's that guy, Troy…" I stammered, tears were filling my eyes as I remembered the tone of the guy's voice.

"Shh… it's okay… he's gone now," Kyle whispered pulling me closer to his hard chest. I could feel his chiseled muscled beneath his dark blue sweater.

"Everybody go. You need to get to class. Go on obviously the action is over," said another smooth voice shooing the remaining students away. I turned to leave, but Kyle hadn't let go of me. I was still plastered to his chest.

"Kyle, what happened here?" Mr. Grey's voice was thick with anger. I looked up to see his face and as he met my eyes and his face immediately softened.

"Troy." Kyle's eyes were hard and his voice tight as he spat the name. I watched Grey's face grow angry, his lips pulled back slightly to reveal two sharp canines. I let in a slight gasp and blinked, but when I looked back there where just normal teeth. Whoa, slow down Cris you've been reading to many fantasy and sci-fi books.

"Kyle, take her home. I report that she was sick." Mr. Grey said all this extremely quickly I hardly caught it. Kyle carefully unwound me from his arms before attaching an arm around my waist. He looked back at Mr. Grey and some unspoken agreement seemed to pass between them.

Kyle hurried me down the halls to where his car was parked. It seemed like I couldn't move fast enough.

"Okay, what's going on." I asked planting my feet into the ground.

"C'mon, we've got to move." Kyle said though gritted teeth, successfully pulling me another few feet before I was able to yank myself away from him.

"I'm not moving until you tell me." I said stubbornly. He sighed, "Come on Cris don't be like this." I crossed my arms in defiance. Kyle walked back over to me with a sigh and scooped me up into his arms.

"Hey, put me down. I can walk," I griped trying unsuccessfully to wriggle out of his steel arms.

"No," he said simply pushing to door open and heading toward his car.

"No you won't put me down or no I can't walk?" I asked indigently. My arms crossed again as I stared unhappily up into his face.

"No," he repeated with the same unemotional sound to it. I let out an exasperated sigh.

"Ugh… just put me down," I tried again. This time he did but it was only because we had reached his car. Somehow he managed to open the door and set me on the black leather seat. Within seconds he was next to me and we were driving away from school.

I looked at the clock; it was barely 10:00. Wow, what was I going to do all day? If Dave found out I skipped school--even if it was against my will--he would kill me.

"Where are we going?" I asked uncertain whether Kyle would actually tell me.

"To my house." He seemed more relax now that we were away form the school and diving. I glanced out the window, wow we where moving fast. I glanced over at the speedometer; the little orange arrow hovered over 130 miles per hour.

"Ohmygosh…Kyle slow down!" I almost screamed.

"What?" he quickly glanced over at me. Sht, I startled him.

"Slow down, you're going 130 mph." I said again trying to be calmer, though my voice was still about three octaves higher than it should have been.

"Why? I always drive fast. It so much easier, and we need to get away from school."

"Whoa, you always drive this fast, are you kidding me?" I shrieked again, my knuckles were white from gripping the seat.

"Yeah." He voice was calm he seemed confident, however I was still nervous. Kyle notice and took a hand off the wheel, which he wrapped around my shoulder.

"Look, watch the road," he said soothingly. I glanced down and the yellow and white lines that flashed past. "See I haven't moved hardly a centimeter in either direction."

I looked back down and noted that he was right. Nonetheless I still wasn't comfortable with the speed after all my parents were killed in a car accident.

A/N chapter four done yaya. I'm glad you guys read it.

i'm suprised i finished it. i kind of vented while i wrote it b/c i failed my math test. did a bunch of stupid mistakes and it sucked.

Anyway hope its good sorry for any mistakes. Please Review

Ca'Prudii