White Lies

Disclaimer: I own the characters in PRDT. Their lives revolve around mine. And guess what? I meant the opposite of whatever I said earlier. The events in the story are based on "The Missing Bone", whatever happens after that may or may not be parallel to the actual storyline.

Author's Note: The story will be mostly Conner/Kira/Trent and will be written as a compilation of POVs.


Chapter 1: White Deceit


Trent

In order to win a game, you have to know your opponents. Well, I'd say I'm playing the game pretty well so far. Spying on them is a piece of cake. I smile to myself as I stand well hidden from the rangers.

"You guys heard from Trent yet?" I hear the high school jock ask.

"No, I'm not sure I really want to." Ouch. Too bad she will be hearing from me more than she wants to...

"We gotta make sure he doesn't go off on some poor freshman 'cos the kid won't give him his lunch money." Ethan just cracks me up. He can be SO immature.

Conner goes on, "Yeah, you know what? I think he's after a little more than a free grilled cheese." Sure I am. I'm after ham, lettuce and tomatoes too.

"And when we know what that is, maybe we can deal. But till then, we keep an eye on him."

Whatever. After all this time, I still dislike the colour yellow. I watch them in silence as they head for their classroom, then phase through the blue lockers and step out into the empty corridor.

With my eyes still glued to the spot just outside the classroom door where the rangers stood moments before, I smirk, "Watch me all you want, it won't make a difference." As I begin to plan my next move, a booming voice echoes over the announcement system. "Trent Fernandez, please report to the principal's office. Trent Fernandez!"

Randall. What a waste of time.


"Trent, I've called you here because there's been some concerns among your teachers that recently you've been, well, preoccupied," Principal Randall says sternly with a well-known glare that strikes fear in almost all the students. Almost.

"Preoccupied? Is that what they're calling it?" I question, with a hint of boredom on my face. With my hands still sticking in my jeans pocket, I silently fiddle with who-knows-what is inside. I begin to wonder what my subject teachers gossip about among themselves besides my faults.

The Principal hisses back, "Your grades have been slipping, your behaviour is erratic, not to mention your skin tone." Somehow, there is something about Randall that seems so familiar.

"I'm fine. There's nothing you need to worry about."

The Principal's stony glare vanishes and she unexpectedly reveals a sly smile, exuding a sense of evilness. She clasps her hands together and in a strangely calm voice, says, "I understand high school can be difficult. There's a sense of powerlessness that can sometimes overwhelm you."

Powerless, huh? I doubt if she even knows what the feeling of true power is. The feeling of pure evil taking over- what am I saying? "I don't feel powerless. Believe me."

"OK. Let's talk friends. Is there a particular group you've been spending time with?" Randall probes further.

I begin to recall memories of Ki- "No. I like to keep to myself." Something within me forced me to push aside those memories.

"How about a team? Well, I'm sure there's one that would just love to have an athletic young man, such as yourself, join. You ever think about that?"

My mind flashes back images of Mesogog and his henchmen asking me to join him. They weren't exactly asking, but more of threatening me to. "It's funny you should mention that. I was asked to join one just recently."

"And?" The Principal takes in a deep breath.

Smiling, I reply, "They were losers." I see a look of great disappointment on Randall's face. I lean forward and continue, "And I really don't see myself on a losing team. Now you're gonna understand that, right?" I feel a greater sense of satisfaction after throwing everything right back into her face.

Principal Randall lowers her head in defeat and, pushing her black-rimmed glasses further up the bridge of her nose, gives a slight nod.

I win.


TO BE CONTINUED...