Chapter 8

The following day, the sky was dark and stormy. Thunder crashed thru the sky as I drove to school. I always liked this kind of weather because the clouds covered up the sun and it reminded me of the night, my natural time.

I pulled up to the school just as the rain began to come down. I managed to get inside as it started pouring. I casually walked to my small locker as I watched other students running past, soaking wet.

I opened my locker to receive my books when a bright cheery voice sounded from behind me.

"Damien!"

I smiled and turned to see Emily walking very fast towards me. She was nearly soaked. Her hair and clothes clung tightly to her skin. I would have blushed if I still had the ability. I could almost see thru her light gray shirt.

She came up and smiled as I closed my locker.

"Hey! Looks like you got lucky and missed the rain."

"Sorry you didn't miss it."

She shrugged. "It's ok. I don't mind the rain so much. I love sleeping to the sound of rain falling."

I could almost imagine watching her sleep peacefully with the sound.

I shook myself from the thought.

"Well, we better get to class." I said. "Rain is no excuse for these teachers."

She nodded and turned away. "See you at lunch!"

I smiled at the thought.

…

All day I thought of Emily and the short time we've already had together.

Being with her takes away all the pain…

Ah… said the other voice. But don't keep your hopes up…

And why shouldn't I?

Because…remember what happened last time?

That was the past… Emily could be the future…

I doubt it… Give it up, old man… give it up…

I closed my eyes and my hands rested under my chin, holding my head up. I blocked out the voices arguing in my head and listened to the children chatting away in the lunchroom. It was odd listening to them complain about how they hated being in school, but yet not too long ago, many fought to ATTEND school.

I sighed.

"Hey, you!" I voice grunted.

I opened my eyes to see the young man from yesterday.

"Where the hell were you?"

I raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"

"Yesterday was football tryouts! Where were you?"

I suddenly remembered his purpose for approaching me yesterday.

"Ah yes, the tryouts you tried to ORDER me to go to."

He started turning red, anger filling him up like a balloon.

"Yeah! You were supposed to be there!"

I opened my mouth to speak but someone else cut it.

"Damien? Are you ok?"

The man and I looked to see Emily standing there holding a sack lunch, looking confused.

"This has nothing to do with you, Emily." The boy grunted. "Get out of here."

Emily flushed but stood her ground. "That's my friend, Skeeter. So it is my business."

She walked around him and sat next to me.

The boy, Skeeter, stepped forward.

"Well, since Emily seems to be your new pimp, maybe she can tell me why you didn't show up yesterday!"

I opened my mouth to speak, but Emily cut me off.

"Maybe because you shouldn't go around ordering people to do what you want!"

"I'm doing whatever the hell I want! That's the best part of being above people like you!"

I glared at the boy and Emily turned red. Fury radiated off her skin.

"Oh, get over yourself Francis!"

He paled and I looked at Emily.

"Francis? That's this boy's name?"

"Yeah. He told everyone his name was Skeeter just to impress people… and hide his name."

The boy, Francis took another step forward.

"You… you BITCH!"

I got to my feet, but his voice echoed thru the cafeteria, catching everyone's attention.

Including the teacher.

"Skeeter! How dare you use that language in school! Report to detention!"

He cast a glare at us and followed the teacher out the doors.

I sat back down.

"Would you really have fought that prick?' Emily asked me.

"Absolutely. No one should call a lady such crude words… especially my lady."

Emily blushed and my mind went crazy.

Why did I say that! She isn't mine!

But she could be…

I pushed the thoughts away as Emily looked away.

"… Thank you." She mumbled.

I raised an eyebrow. "For what, Emily?"

"For calling me that…"

I smiled at her, feeling content

….

After school, we met again at my car. The rain had stopped leaving everything wet and puddles everywhere.

"So, are we driving round again?' Emily asked.

"Oh, I thought we could maybe go the park and swing or something."

Emily laughed. "Everything is all wet."

I shrugged. "I won't care if you won't."

Emily got into the passengers side. "Ok! Ready when you are!"

I laughed and got into the drivers side.

As I pulled out, something caught my eye near the school doors.

The woman from yesterday, Debbie, was leaning against the wall, glaring at me. Today, she was wearing a tank top that showed her mid-section and too much of her hardly there cleavage. Her shorts went to mid thigh, which made her pasty skin seem like it was glowing.

I ignored her as we pulled out of the school parking lot.

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