Alagaesia High

Chapter 13

Well, somebody's gonna hate this chapter. Actually, at least two. Now, it's time for ya'll to wonder. I find it suitable that 13 will be my most controversial chapter yet. *Troll Face* Now, to recognize my brilliant reviewers.

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Eragon flipped open his Samsung phone and began keying in letters at a rate only teenagers can match. Well, that and he only used half of the letters he should have.

"Hay Arya I m goin' 2 suprse u. Trst me it wll be lol." He grinned and prepared for the adventure he had planned.

Fedora? Check. Trench coat? Check. Swag? Double check.

Tip-toeing as best he could to Saphira's tent, he rapped on a support pole. He knew she would be awake; she usually stopped listening to Metallica at around midnight. Her spiky blue hair poked out of the flap, a questioning look on her face. "I'm going out," he explained. "so don't raise the alarm if you hear the gate open." She nodded, and withdrew to her headquarters. He sighed with relief.

A few years ago, some teenagers had tried to egg the house and let the livestock run loose. Saphira had intercepted them. Eragon shuddered. He had awoke to their pants hanging on the fence post.

As he shut the gate, he jumped onto his bike and pedaled away, a determined look on his face. He checked the addresses as he went. He had obtained Arya's address from the lady herself, at the movies. He grimaced. And then somehow, a low-minded imbecile had wooed her.

He clenched his fists around the handlebars. Unfortunately, he squeezed the front brake. His yelp cleaved the silent night as the bike flipped, leaving Eragon gasping to regain his breath on the ground. Lights flickered on in the house next to Arya's and Eragon dragged his dark bike into some scenic tall grass and lay prone, his eyes locked on the light. A middle-aged man poked his head out the door, glanced around a bit, and withdrew his scraggly head. Eragon counted to sixty under his breath, his breath sounding unnaturally loud in the still night air. Once he was sure that the citizens of the street had resumed their sleep, he crept stealthily from the waving grass, but left his bike there.

Arya woke to a soft noise on her window. She shook her self awake and peered out the window. What she saw nearly gave her a heart attack. Eragon stood on the ground just below her window, a cheeky grin on his face. Once she got over her cardiac arrest, she chuckled. Just like Eragon, she thought, to "suprse her lke tis."

When she next looked out the window, Eragon was actually climbing the wall, using the rough bricks as handholds. She rushed to fetch a key, but Eragon motioned for her to stop. Once his face was level with her second-story window, he rummaged about in his pocket for a while. He produced something that looked like a key, to which Arya responded by raising her eyebrows, which quite clearly said And why the hell to you have keys to my bedroom window? He shook his head, and, after fiddling with it for a while, split the blade in two. She then realized that it was a lock-picking kit.

After a few moments, Eragon was standing in her room, shutting the window to stem the chilly breeze. "The key to all doors," he announced proudly. She chuckled.

"Why is it that suddenly, I feel like installing a three-tumbler, hair-trigger lock on my window?" she asked jokingly.

"Well, isn't somebody well-versed on the art of lock-picking themselves?" Eragon demanded, feigning surprise. She just chuckled and pulled a rope dangling from her ceiling.

A trap door opened, resulting in Eragon gasping and muttering "Holy crap." She seized the rope and hauled herself onto the roof, leaning back on her elbows, gazing at the stars. Eragon followed, his natural athletic grace granting him an easy passage up. Mimicking Arya's pose, he observed the Greek constellations.

"What was that astronomer smoking when he thought that," he gestured at the stars of Orion, "looked like a hunter?" This earned him a satisfying full-blown laugh from Arya. He drifted into silence, simply enjoying Arya's company. Finally, a glance at his watch goaded him into action. He gulped.

Here came the hard part. "One might consider such a scene romantic, if there were, persay, poetically inclined." He mentioned, too nervous to take a direct route. Arya sighed.

"I'm sure I'm going to regret this, but for once Eragon, please just be direct. Are you asking me out?" she asked plainly, turning her head to look at him. He grunted.

"Yes." He answered meekly, cowed by her bluntness.

"Then no." she responded, staring him down. "I still want to be your friend, but I really like Faolin, and you're simply going to have to deal with that. If you cannot accept that I'm dating Faolin and will be for some time, then I want nothing to do with you."

The look on Eragon's face made her wish she had taken a more diplomatic approach. The grief-stricken junior muttered something like "Okay." and made for the trap door.

"Oh hell no." she snarled, seizing his wrist. He stared into her eyes, and they reached an unspoken contract. Something very amazing happened next.

Whoa. That was, my friends, quite possibly my favorite chapter to write. I had all this planned up a while ago, when it was still a definite ExA. Obviously, with some minor alterations, but same gist. And I think that that's a fair cliff-hanger. Well, it's tempting to just leave it here, let all ya'll's imaginations go wild, but I won't. I have a very clever plan forming, and I'd love to put it into action. Well, R&R, because 1) I write the chappies faster, and 2) you are recognized for your epic skills at the top of the next chapter. YAY FOR REVIEWERS!