Our Never Ending Game

TWO

I was back in the same halls the following day, waiting for Diana. She said it was extremely important that I wait for her, even if it means that I am 20 minutes late to my first period class - which is my favourite class, English. I stood at my locker with my phone in my hand, trying not to look stupid as I waited for her.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" She said out of breath as she jogged toward me.

"What is so important that made you late to school?" I asked.

"It's about yesterday," she told me.

"No!" I shook my head at her and walked away from my locker.

"Please just listen 'Lani, it's actually important!"

I slowed down for her to catch up with me, and I didn't protest as she spoke.

Yesterday, after we learned that her cousin was back in town we quickly rushed home. I didn't even give him another glance as I said bye to Diana, hopped into my car, and sped out the parking lot. Diana went home and asked her father about it, and now she was going to tell me. I told her I didn't want to know. It was enough that he just happened to be staring at me as we walked out of the building, I didn't need more. I wanted to finish this year in peace.

"So they aren't really back." She said to me. That lifted a little bit of weight off my chest until she began to talk again.

"Only he's back." Great.

"Why?" I asked, kind of interested in the why and not the who.

"I don't know! There used to be balance in the world where my dad told me everything and I knew everything but he won't even tell me why, and want to know what's even better? He's staying with us."

"What?!" I stopped dead in my tracks, "I'm never coming over again."

"Calm down Kahlani, lets not rush into such crazy decisions when were mad."

"I really don't want to talk about this, please. We can talk about it at lunch I have to go to class."

I walked away from Diana and walked toward my class. I felt bad leaving her like that, but I didn't want to talk more about the subject. It was frustrating enough seeing him again. I was already a half hour late to class as it is, I don't want to be later and have to be embarrassed walking into class an hour late.

I had English first period, so it was something I was looking forward to. It will probably be the best part about my day. The rest of my schedule is ass. I have dance class after, and math and science. I don't get History until second term, and I had to have something other than traditional academics so I'm stuck with dance class this semester. Sucks for someone who has two left feet.

I walked into class and suddenly all eyes were on me.

"How nice of you to join us Miss. Hall. Please take a seat as I was trying to introduce our new student." Mrs. Greene said to me.

My heart sank the second new student came out of her mouth. I looked to the back of the class where my seat was, and sure enough there he was sitting right next to my desk smiling at me. Yes, he was smiling. He wasn't glaring, he wasn't straight faced, he was s.m.i.l.i.n.g.

I reluctantly walked to the back of the room, trying not to catch his gaze. The teacher introduced him and made him get up in front of the class to talk about himself for a while. Although most know who he is, they didn't really know him now.

They knew him before when he was younger. They knew him when he was a little trouble maker, an outgoing kid who had a cheeky smile. But now? Now he's tall and shaped in all the right places. He grew out his dark hair which seems to fall endlessly on his face. His hazel eyes stayed the exact same but now they tell a different story. They're darker somehow. His face was structured in a way I can't even describe, it's as if he was a different person. He didn't need to angle his face or flex his jaw for it to seem sharp. It was marble cut. I can't describe his smile, I haven't really seen it yet. But before, he could light up a room with it. Before, not now.