From a Dream: Darkly Dreaming Part I by Valles C. J. & James Alessa

Author:Valles, C. J. & James, Alessa [Valles, C. J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-07-26T05:00:00+00:00

The weekend passed by uneventfully, and by Monday morning I abandoned any possibility that Will Kincaid was coming back. I kept reminding myself that I preferred to work alone. In fact, I hated group projects, so I couldn’t figure out why I felt slightly disappointed. Or maybe I did know and just didn’t want to admit it to myself. In fourth period, as I was waiting for the bell to ring, I started writing down notes for my outline.

“I understand we have a paper to write.”

I nearly flew from my chair, banging my knee into the metal bar under the desk in the process. Rubbing my knee, I turned and found Will Kincaid sitting in the seat directly behind me, his face relaxed, an inviting smile on his perfect lips. I hadn’t heard him sit down. Flushed, I turned to face the blackboard.

“You can’t keep doing that,” I whispered.

The bell rang just as Mr. Anderson finished copying dates on the board and walked to his desk.

“What’s that?” Will responded at a volume I was sure Mr. Anderson couldn’t hear.

“Sneaking up on me,” I hissed.

I couldn’t tell if I was breathless from annoyance or something else. Then the entire class sucked in a collective breath, and I turned to see what it was. I froze, watching in horror as Scott Adams hobbled into class. It looked like a truck had hit him. His arm was in a sling, and from the two black eyes, it was easy to tell his nose was broken. I turned and stole a glance at Will, whose posture and expression remained impassive. I gasped for breath, but the air didn’t seem to reach my lungs.

At any second, I expected Scott to point an accusing finger and scream, “It was them!” Instead, he slowly made his way to his seat, his swagger unavoidably humbled. I looked at him, and for a second, our eyes locked. But I didn’t see an ounce of recognition in his expression. Still, my fingers wouldn’t release their grip on the edge of the desk.

Mr. Anderson shifted uncomfortably before clearing his throat and waiting for Scott to arrange himself in the seat next to Jason. I wondered if the teachers knew about what had happened the weekend before. Ten excruciating minutes of Mr. Anderson’s lecture passed before I couldn’t take it any longer. My heart raced as I wondered how many people Scott had told. Raising my hand, I felt my stomach pitch violently as I continued to grip the desk with my other hand.

“Yes, Aven?” Mr. Anderson said.

He stopped and looked at me more closely, his glasses sliding down his nose.

“May I be excused? I-I need to use the restroom.”

Eyeing me uneasily, Mr. Anderson nodded. I got up and took a shaky step toward the door. I was going to be lucky if I didn’t throw up before I made it to the hall. Suddenly an arm went around me. I looked up, my eyes widening as Will began to propel me out of class.

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