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Eragon got home earlier than usual, and to his dismay, Saphira is already sleeping. He wanted to have Saphira keep him company because he knows that he's not going to be going to sleep any time soon. Looking down at Saphira, he sighs at the small figure who lays sprawled out on the floor. He carries her to the sofa and gently places her down covering her with a blanket. Smiling at how peaceful she looks, he sits down next to her and brushes away a strand of stray hair. Eragon watches her as she says something in her sleep, but only caught her saying "-you Eragon. Why don't you understand?" Eragon is surprised to see tears trail from her eyes. Saphira, what are you dreaming about? What don't I understand and making you cry? Eragon lays down next to her and holds her against him.
Eragon wakes up suddenly the very next day at 6:30, surprised that he even woke up before noon. He was thinking about Arya the entire night; the image of the kiss keeps replaying over and over again in his mind. Removing the thought from his mind, he looks down at Saphira who is now clutching his shirt and with a leg around his. "Saphira, get up! I know you're awake."
Saphira frowns and looks up at him, "How long have you known?"
"Ever since I woke up."
"And how did you know?"
Smirking, Eragon says, "That's easy, you always snore when you're asleep."
Not amused, she punched Eragon hard in the ribs. "That's not funny Eragon, I don't snore!"
"Really? You sound like a baby pig to me." Eragon rubs the now purple spot on his body and cringes when he sees Saphira glaring at him.
"I've only punched you this time Eragon, I'm more of a kicker." Saphira recalls the day she kicked Faolin. Man was that a great day.
Eragon grows uneasy when he sees Saphira with a foolish evil grin on her face. Not knowing what she is thinking, he backs away slowly. "I'm gonna go make breakfast now." Scrambling to his feet, he walks to the kitchen and takes out a pan. "What do you want to eat for breakfast today?"
Saphira ponders for a moment."Do we have bacon?"
"You ate them all remember?"
"Oh… right."
Arya looks into the mirror at the worn out face that obviously did not get any sleep at all. She looks at herself intensely but her eyes were drawn to her lips, the same lips that kissed Eragon. Watching herself turn red in the mirror, she dunks her face in the water for a good thirty seconds before raising it but only to be greeted by another face. "Mom! You scared me." Arya turns around to face her mother who is smiling wickedly at her.
"Morning Arya, what is on your mind early today to make you so flustered?"
Arya's cheeks pinked "Nothing and get out!"
Chuckling, she walks away and out of Arya's vision.
It scares her how her mother knows every little thing about her, it's as if she is under constant surveillance. She could be a ninja for all she knows just by the way she sneaks up to her without her noticing. Arya makes sure that her mother left her room before closing and locking the door. For some reason, she doesn't have the energy to pick out and try on clothes, so Arya takes off what she has and tosses on a random T-shirt and a pair of jeans before heading out to pick up Firnen.
Saphira says her goodbyes to Eragon and leaves the apartment to go to school. Taking a few steps, she sees Murtagh walking down the street, so she calls out to him but he only looked at her with a quizzical face and turns around and kept on walking. Angry, she runs towards him and it took her a long time to catch up with him. She throws out her leg into a flying kick but ends up missing him when Mutragh took another step forward. "Damn you and your long legs, has it ever occurred to you that you should wait for me?"
"Sorry, I couldn't tell who you were from so far away, I really need to get glasses." Murtagh says with a please don't thwomp me face.
"Fine, you're excused, but where's Thorn?" Saphira looks from side to side and even behind Murtagh. Even though Thorn is a giant, it never hurts to check behind Murtagh who's just as big.
"That troll has a slight cold, but he should be fine by tomorrow."
"Will he be able to play in the game? I heard that they have some pretty good people on their team." Saphira asks, unsure why though, she was never a huge fan of sports. Honestly, it bores her to tears, which is one of the reasons she regrets promising to go with Katrina.
"He'll be fine, tomorrow he'll be dunking on everyone and fouling everyone, so don't worry, and we better hurry, school starts in five." The two of them walk with increased speed towards Alagaesia.
Arya spends most of her morning daydreaming in class not bothering to listen to anything the teacher is saying. It's not like it really matters if she listens to them or not, she'll just end up getting one of the top grades in her class… usually. Hopefully the constant distraction of Eragon on her mind won't affect her grades. What if he thinks that it was disgusting… no there's no way that he would, in fact, he should feel happy to be kissed by me. Ugh, that's just my misconception, that was definitely harassment, he's going to call the police and then my mother will have to deal with them and we will be going to court and everything. Now that's a little too much… I am going crazy, there's no way that could happen. I was fine until he showed up in my life. Yes… everything is his fault. It's definitely his fault, that kiss means absolutely nothing to me. He means absolutely nothing to me.
After class ends, Arya took out the keys to her car so she can go to Carvahall for lunch. She finds her way to the front entrance to meet up with Firnen who going to Carvahall with her, and sees that she is bothering Saphira about something.
"Where is Thorn? Is he alright? I didn't see him all day today." Firnen asks Saphira with the speed of a M-16.
"He's fine! He's just got a little cold." Saphira answers with clear impatience.
"I'm sorry that I'm bothering you about this but you know what it's like to be in love." Firnen says feeling a little dejected.
"… No don't apologize." Saphira tells her, this time with sympathy because she knows exactly what it feels like."He'll be up and running in time for the game tomorrow."
"Oh ya speaking of which, are you going to the game tomorrow?"
"Surprisingly I am." Damn that Kat and her big googly eyes, there was absolutely no way I could have refused her, and even if I did somehow get away with it, Kat would've made me regret it.
"You're going to the game? You don't seem like a sports person. Are you perhaps going to watch the game with your brother or something?" Arya suddenly intrudes in the conversation, and knowing full well why she did, it only makes her feel worse than her previous mood. Sighing and not bothering to hear the answer, she grabs Firnen and leaves.
"Well, that was rude." Saphira clenches her fists in anger.
"What is?" Katrina wraps her arms around Saphira's neck and rubbing her face on her.
"Get off me Kat! I swear you were a monkey in your past life. Don't you have something better to do, like finding yourself a banana?"
"I'm just here to remind you to not forget about the game tomorrow night." Katrina says with a huge smile that sends shivers down her spine. After seeing that smile, she's going to make sure she goes to that game.
"Yeah, yeah…"
"Yeah, yeah…"
"Eragon!"
"Huh? What Oromis?"
"I asked you to grab me another towel and you said yeah, but you just stood there. Is everything alright? You seem to be bothered by something." Oromis asks with a look of concern on his face. "You want to talk about it?"
Quickly composing himself, Eragon grabs a towel and hands it to Oromis."Talk about what?"
"I don't know, whatever is on your mind. What is it? Money problems? Girl problems?" Oromis asks while wiping some glasses with the towel.
"No, no girl problems at all." Eragon responds quickly but face palms himself when he sees the brightened up face of Oromis.
"Who's the lucky girl Eragon? Do I know her?" Oromis clearly enjoying himself, drops everything and focuses his entire attention on Eragon. "Now it all makes sense. Now I see why you've been ignoring all the girls that has been hitting on you. For the longest time, I thought you were into guys."
"Seriously? And did you think I was into you? Eragon asks trying to change the subject.
"Well… ya actually, and that's not the point here. We're still talking about your girl problems here, don't go changing the subject now."
"Damn it Oromis, I don't want to talk about it."
"Whatever boy, I was just concerned." Oromis turns away when a couple of guys comes up to order a few beers. "By the way, I think there's someone who wants to talk to you."
"Wh…?" Eragon looks over his shoulder and blushes. He sees Arya walking up to him and he looks back at Oromis and could see that he's got laughter in his eyes but only keeping it in because there were girls ordering drinks. He silently curses at Oromis and turns to face Arya.