Jumper: Cent's Story
Welcome back. I just can't stop writing this story. I love it!
Anyway, we finally get to see Cent and John meeting, face-to-face, for the first time. I'll try to make it as emotional as I can.
Please enjoy. This one is to all of you.
Chapter Three:
Disappear
Cent finally heard the bell ring in her fourth period class. It was finally the end of the day. A very long day as it seemed.
Her fourth class was actually pretty nice. It was an art class and so far, Cent was enjoying it. The teacher was really easy to get along with. The work was bearable and the drawings mad her feel at peace. Maybe this was her calling in life. To paint and draw.
Instead of rushing out of class, Cent took her time and gathered her things. When she appeared outside the class room, she noticed that the hallways were almost cleared out.
Man, these kids move fast, she said to herself.
She walked to her locker and began to put her stuff inside. Just as she was about to place her science book in, it fell from her hand and onto the ground.
Nice one, Cent! she yelled at herself.
She bent down and placed her hand on it.
Then... she felt another hand on the book too. In fact, both her's and the mysterous person's hand touched together.
Cent felt something rush through her body. It went down her spine and made goose bumps on her arms and legs. It felt like an electrical current.
She looked up and her eyes met the boy that she had seen at lunch. Her heart stopped for a split second. Her mind was spinning like crazy.
The boy stared back, his dark green eyes fixed upon hers. It seemed like he was frozen too.
For about a full minute, they stared at each other. Not moving.
Cent didn't know what was happening. She couldn't move her eyes away from his. Her muscles disobeyed her. Even her own mind was someplace else, without her.
Finally, she coughed and looked away. She picked up the book and placed it in her locker.
"Thank you," she said, without looking at him.
"Ah, your welcome," the boy responded.
Suddenly, Cent froze once again. His own voice had paralyzed her. It sounded like a song to her ears. It was gentle and soft. Like a pillow or something.
"Um..." Cent forgot what she was going to say. She turned to look at him, but he was gone.
Turning the other way, she saw him walking off, hands in his pockets.
"Wait," she said too quietly. She tried to say it a little bit louder, but her own voice betrayed her once again.
Still frozen from looking at him, Cent finally broke free. She grabbed her backpack and ran after him. She watched as he walked out the back doors of the school.
"Wait!" she said a little louder, but not loud enough for him to hear.
She busted through the doors and ran to the sidewalk. She turned and saw him walking down the alley that Ashley and her friends told her about. She ran after him like as if it was her life on the line.
Why am I doing this? she asked herself. Barely even know him.
She appeared at the entrance of the alley and stopped.
But the boy was already gone.
Where did he go? she asked herself. He can't just disappear. Not into thin air.
She walked forward and looked around the alley. There were no doors or anything that could be used to escape. Only three walls stood in the way, with only one entrance to it.
Cent sighed and walked out of the alley. She rentered the school and headed down to the front office.
"Excuse me," Cent spoke to the woman at the desk.
The woman looked up and smiled.
"Yes? How can I help you?" she asked.
Cent swallowed.
What are you doing? He was just a boy! she argued with herself.
"I'm looking for a boy," she said, a little awkwardly.
The woman laughed and said, "Aren't we all. What does this boy look like?"
For some reason, Cent remembered a lot of things about him. It was like she memorized him in just one day.
"He's new here," Cent began. "He wore a Spider-Man t-shirt, blue jeans, he had black hair, tan skin, and some cuts on his arms too. In fact, I think he started three days ago."
The woman looked through her computer and said, "Yes, I have him. His name is John Bale. Started three days ago and is considered to be a really good student by all of his teachers. Has been making straight As so far. Is there something wrong that the school should know about?"
Yeah, he disappears, Cent wanted to say to her.
Cent bit down on her tongue and said, "No. I was just wondering. Thank you."
"Your welcome," the woman nodded and went back to work.
Cent exited the office and walked right out of the school building.
John Bale, she repeated the name inside her head as she walked down the steps of the school.
After walking a block, she turned down an alley and made sure that she wasn't followed. Once she knew it was safe, she jumped home.
Cent landed in her bedroom. She sat her backpack on the ground and fell, face first, onto her bed.
"Honey, you home?" came the voice of her mother.
Millie opened up the door and came on in.
"So, how was your first day, sweetheart?" she asked.
Cent flipped over and sat up, bringing in her legs towards her.
"It was... okay."
Millie nodded and smiled.
"Meet any cute boys?" she teased.
"Uh?" Cent's face turned red.
She remembered her little encounter with John Bale in the hallway.
"Sure," she responded in time. "Saw a few of them."
Millie shook her head and said, "Alright, I'll leave you alone. Dinner will be done at six o'clock. I suspect you to be at the dinner table at that time." She walked out of the room and went down the hallway.
Cent heard her feet stomping down the stairs.
John Bale, that was the name that kept on reappearing inside her mind for the rest of the hour.
Finally getting a grip on herself, Cent grabbed her backpack and got right to her homework.
Cent sat at the dinner table with her parents, who just couldn't stop kissing the entire time.
But Cent didn't really care about her parents intimate moment together. She barely even ate her lasagna, just used her fork to play with it instead.
"Honey, you okay?" Millie asked. "You seem a little... side tracked."
Cent came to her senses and realized that her parents were staring at her.
"Oh, yeah, I'm fine," she said. "Just thinking about school."
"How was it, by the way?" David asked.
Cent shrugged and said, "You know. The usual stuff. Doing work. Keeping up the grades."
David smiled and leaned over to kiss Millie on the lips.
Cent chuckled at the sight.
Cent always loved the attention that her father and mother paid each other. They were always kissing and always finding ways to do... it. They couldn't stand to be without each other for a single second. Even before she was born, Millie and David struggled to keep their relationship going. At one point, Millie broke up with him, which shocked Cent when her father told the story. It was all some huge misunderstanding, right before Millie had known about his ability to jump. But it was the months ahead that proved that they couldn't be okay without each other. That was the real moment when they realized they really were in love.
Cent always hoped that she would find a love like that. Someone that she could kiss and enjoy every single day. Someone she could share her secret with and not have to hide who she really was.
"Hey, can I head to bed early?" Cent asked.
Millie smiled and said, "Sure honey. You okay?"
"Yeah, just a little sleepy. I think it would be best if I hit the sack a little early. See you lovebirds in the morning."
"Good night."
"Good night."
Cent got up from her seat and walked up the steps of the nice apartment that they lived in. When she got to her room, Cent closed the door. Stripping off her shirt and jeans, Cent put her Lord of the Rings pajamas back on and crawled into bed. She pulled the covers over her and fell right to sleep.
Cent knew it was a dream, but it felt so real to her.
She was in her room, sleeping exactly where she was. It was almost like she was reimagining the real world in her dream.
But there she was, sleeping in her bed. Enjoying the warm of the sheets that were under and over her.
Suddenly, the door opened and a bright light appeared. Someone stepped through and walked towards her bed. The mysterious person bent down and touched her cheek.
Normally, someone would scream or try to run away in these types of dreams, but not Cent. For some reason, Cent felt safe with this person. She felt herself begging for this person. Her mind, her soul, her body, all lunged for this person. The person's very touch only made her desire for him rise higher.
Suddenly, the person's face was fully revealed.
It was John Bale.
"Good night, Cent," he spoke and smiled.
Then he turned to leave. He walked back towards the door and prepared to walk back through it.
"Wait," Cent called out. But her words had no affect on him.
He stepped through the door and the door itself started to close. The light began to disappear. Just like him.
"Wait!" she screamed.
The door shut and complete darkness took over.
Cent awoke from the dream. She could feel her cheeks wet and realized that she had been crying in her sleep.
Leaning up, Cent got out of bed and went into the bathroom. She splashed water in her face and looked into the mirror.
For a slit second, she thought she saw John behind her. When she turned with excitment in her heart, she saw that he wasn't there. Her heart dropped with disappointment and felt like it had broken into two.
Oh, John! she cried in her mind.
Shaking off the thought, Cent returned to bed.
Once again, she dreamt about John.
Alrightly, I hope you guys enjoyed this one too. I hope I hit the punch line for emotional feeling.
I can't wait to do chapter four!
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