Hey guys. So... I read my first 2 chaps and noticed that it was quite bad so I hope that this one is better. Please go easy on me since English isn't my best subject, I just like to write things down if I liked the idea. Thank you, and I hope you enjoy this chapter. ^_^
After Saphira left, Eragon went back and sat on the now empty couch and cut himself a piece of bread. The bread is stale and it tasted like something Saphira would make. After stuffing the rest of the bread into his mouth, Eragon poured himself a glass of water before deciding it's about time to head out.
Walking quickly down the steps and out on to the streets, Eragon walks towards an old motorcycle with the name Snowfire labeled on its side. The bike looks to be about twenty years old with white flames painted on the sides. Normally, motorcycles of such age is out of fashion and ugly but the combination of the white flames and rust makes it look surprisingly cool.
Eragon mounted Snowfire before taking out the keys and igniting it. Putting on his helmet, he did not waste anymore time before roaring away.
"Well, well, well, looks like we have some visitors." Faolin said with a smug look on his face.
"I swear to god Faolin, if you don't get out of my way in three seconds, you will regret it." Saphira said with a look of absolute annoyance.
"I'm sorry, but we can't just let random beggars get into our school like that, we have-" Faolin grunted before he keeled over holding onto his balls.
Thorn and Murtagh burst out laughing as they watch the star quarterback on the ground cursing her as she walked past the rest of the jocks who put their hands in front of them to prevent the same thing happening to them.
Thorn was about to explode when Saphira kicked Faolin in the groin so hard that made him wince at the contact. This is why he loves her, she always keep her word (like the three seconds she gave Faolin), and she always makes him laugh even though she annoys the hell out of him. He wants to tell her that he likes her, but he doesn't know how to do it. He tried asking her out before, but being Saphira, she thought that he was joking and just laughed it off.
He continued to follow Saphira until he realizes that his class was in the opposite direction. Cursing under his breath, he turned around to head to his English class where Thorn spent most of his time sleeping. Even in his other classes, he nodded off, but the only class he stood completely awake was History. This is the only class that he and Saphira are both in.
When he got to History class, he sees that Saphira was already there with her head down on the desk.
"Hey." A sweet voice came from behind him.
Thorn turns around to see Firnen smiling up at him. "What do you want?"
"Nothing… actually... well..."
Thorn let out a huge sigh of breath to let her know that he's getting impatient. "A few of my friends invited me to go to the Club, Farthen Dur, and I was wondering if you would like to come too." she said with a voice that gradually got lower and lower.
It's a friggin' Tuseday. "What? Um… no thank you, I got work to do today" Thorn lied. It being a Tuesday is not the only reason why he didn't want to go, Firnen's friends consisted of Faolin and his friends too, and he hated their guts.
"Oh… of course, I'm sorry." Firnen looked disappointed.
Why are you apologizing? "It's fine, I hope you guys have fun." He said before going inside.
"What did she want?" Saphira looked at him.
"Nothing, she was inviting me to the club Farthen Dur on a Tuesday. Can you believe that?"
"And what did you tell her?"
"Of course I said no. Why would I go to such a place?"
"That's too bad, because I'm going."
Thorn's jaw dropped when he heard that, "She invited you?"
"No, but Eragon did."
"You're not making any sense, why would Eragon take you to a club?"
Exasperated "You can't be serious…"
"What?" Not getting her at all.
"He works there you retard! I've been going there for a long time now, how come you never knew that through all the years we've known each other?" Unable to comprehend how someone can be so brain dead, Saphira turned her attention to the teacher who's now walking in.
Eragon pulled up to the parking lot of the Hadarac Smithy, where he works for Horst, Brom's old friend, and the only blacksmith there. Horst is only in his early 40s but his hair is already covered with gray, his face drawn with a few wrinkles, but he has a robust build due to the years he spent smithing. And even though he doesn't look like it, but Horst is actually a very enthusiastic man and can makes many assortments of items from simple horseshoes to swords with a deadly edge. However, he mainly get personal requests so he has no real work unless someone calls in to have him make something that requires his profession. Although most people just go to stores to buy things, but because of Horst's outstanding skills, he still gets quite a few customers.
"Oh Eragon, my boy… great timing. I need you to make me a oval base of six by eight inches while I finish with this right here." Horst says as Eragon walked in.
Eragon stared in awe as he watched Horst make what seems to be a small model of a dragon. Horst grinned as he sees him stare at him "Well… hurry up! The dragon isn't real and it sure ain't gonna be flying in midair."
"Right… I'll go do it right now."
Eragon worked on the circular base for a few minutes and then Horst took over and gave him other jobs. He stayed there until it was time to pick up Saphira and head over to his night job at Farthen Dur.
By the time he got to Alagaesia, Saphira was already there waiting for him on the sidewalk arguing with Thorn and Murtagh."I can't believe it. First Thorn, and now you? You're both… I don't even know what to call you guys." Saphira said with growing frustration.
"What's going on?" Eragon asked while taking off his helmet.
"These two so called friends never knew you worked at Fathen Dur."
"You're kidding right?"
"No." Saphira turned back to the brothers "Where did you think I was going all the time?"
"I guess I never really thought about it, I just figured that Eragon is nice enough to take you back home faster." Thorn said.
He's even more retarded than I thought. "It's a five minute walk. How can someone so stupid and do so well in school?" she asked.
Thorn just looked away and ignored her.
"Whatever, let's go Eragon." Saphira took her helmet and got on to the bike.
"Hm? Oh…" Eragon was looking at a girl who is talking with her friends. The girl had tawny skin with such long black hair that almost reached her waist, and the one time that Eragon was lucky enough to be close enough, he caught a glimpse of her emerald green eyes. She was the real reason that he shows up to take Saphira to work with him, he just wanted to spy a glance at the most beautiful girl in the world. Eragon noticed her when he first decided to take Saphira to Fathen Dur with him, but after he saw her, he became infatuated and he came by as much as possible. How I wish I know her name.
Sighing, he waved goodbye to Thorn and Murtagh and sped away.
"Hey." Thorn nudged his brother on the side, "You want to go to a club tonight?"
I made Firnen a girl :P