by Korona Knight » Mon Jan 02, 2012 3:27 pm
Chapter 8
Next thing I knew, we were sitting in the main school office, waiting for Mr. Dyke to let us in. Ms. Greg kept throwing glares at me, though who knows with that woman, they could have been glares or pity glances. I didn't need pity though. It was one thing that no one gave me and I didn't want. Ever.
Finally, we were let in.
"What do you mean, new School Guardian?" I snarled as soon as the doors were closed.
That hated smile of his crept up onto Mr. Dyke's face, pure malice gleaming in his ugly red eyes. "I think we were mistaken here, and it seems you are not the School Guardian; he is."
My mouth just gaped open. Thank goodness Alex came to my rescue; another thing I loved and hated about this boy. Loved it because he had my back where as no one else did, ever, and hated it because it was another thing that I loved, another thing that I couldn't hold against him, to make me angrier at him for taking my post.
"Mr. Dyke, there has to be a mistake. There is no way I'm more powerful than Kora here, and no way that I'm even close to being as good a fit for the job as her. Did you see her today? She took care of that problem promptly, cleanly, and quite calmly, while everyone else just freaked out. And I can't compete with that, no way," Alex pleaded.
"Sorry boy, but it's true. You have more power than her. And that'll all come with time. Now please, get out of my sight."'
"But Mr. Dyke, what am I supposed to do from now on? You won't last a day without me guarding you and your precious school," I argued.
His smile curled up further than it was, making him look even more devious than before. Precicely....
I'd never been able to read Dyke's mind before, so I knew he'd meant for me to hear that. And nothing like that could ever be good, especially coming from a man like Dyke.
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"Bluebelle, you haven't even touched your food."
For three days straight now, I'd been in the form of Bluebelle. Ice blue eyes always brimmed with tears, blue hair alight with ice blue, black, and silver streaks, the whole shabang. I was the picture of sadness and depression.
I looked up at Alex. Still, the anger had not come.
"Don't worry about me, Alex. I can't die, no matter how long I go without eating. I'm stuck living in a world where I'd rather not," I sighed gloomily, going back to moving my food around with my fork.
Alex sighed, shaking his head as he slammed down his own fork. He could have easily been hanging with the populars. He was a loner and a freak like I was. Not yet, anyway. His looks could get him going on the popularity chain, easily. See, with girls, looks matter, but so does talk, powers, style, and money, not to mention your status in the real world too. The only thing I had was looks and power. But Tracy easily turned my powered self into a freaky outcast, and honestly, I'd been fine with that. But now, I wasn't getting the normal stares I got, which was that of longing and kindness. Now it was just of plain awe and jealousy.
I was a loner sitting with one of the hottest and most powerful guys in school.
A hush fell over the Dining Hall, and at first I thought it was because Alex had decided to come and sit closer to me, wrapping one arm around my shoulder to try and make me feel better.
But no.
Swagger and all, Derek walked over to our table and plopped down on my other side. After a second, he lifted Alex's arm, gave him a warning glare, and dropped it back at Alex's side, as if to say 'Even though she isn't mine anymore, she definately isn't yours'.
"What do you want?" I muttered, refusing to look at him.
"You never called," he countered.
I shook my head. "Been busy."
"Doing what? Moping around, feeling sorry for yourself, while something else, much bigger, is going on here? That's definately not what the girl I know would be doing right now, but here you are, doing exactly that," Derek hissed.
Okay, so there's something you should know about Derek. I don't know how he does it, but he's able to read me, to get on my nerves, to get me going into action, with just a few words. It's definately not his power - No, his power is to control lightning and electricity, as he's an Elemental, a species of immortals that can control the elements - but maybe he got it from when we were dating. I don't. I just know that he was right.
"Tonight. After curfew. We'll meet near the entrance of the Enchanted Forest," I growled under my breath. At that moment, so many people were watching us, someone would guess something was up. I needed to get Derek to leave the table, and soon.
"We?" he questioned, eyeing Alex.
"He's part of this too, you know," I growled. "So he's coming. If you have a problem with it, then you'll just have to suck it up, be a big boy, and deal with it."
Derek narrowed his eyes, got up, and left, going over to Tracy, who, by that time, looked like she might just catch on fire from all the rage that was boiling up inside that hotheaded body of hers.
"What's the Enchanted Forest?" Alex asked after Derek left. I could tell he did not like Derek, and the feeling was mutual from Derek.
"It's the forest that surrounds the grounds and is on the outside of the force field. A while back, when we were still dating, Derek and I found a weak part of the force field. I'm guessing Dyke did it on purpose, but we weren't sure. Anyway, with my powers, we were able to break through it by sort of pulling it apart to make a hole, then closing it up. It's hard to explain. Anyway, together, Derek and I were able to keep anything that tried to eat us, kill us, or capture us away, and with the three of us, they shouldn't even come near us, for though they like power, they won't come near anything that has too much of it," I explained queitly.
We ate the rest of lunch in silence, waiting for the bell to save us once more.