Between The Lines

Chapter 2

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“I don’t get why they had to change around my whole schedule just because I moved to higher calculus,” Kaitlin moaned from beside me, shoving a piece of crinkled paper in front of my face.  “Look!  We don’t even have Chemistry together anymore.  You know what that means, don’t you?  You’ll be stuck on a table with Walter Johnson.”

I groaned loudly.  Walter was a snotty boy that had a permanent aura around him that gave the impression he was constantly looking down his nose at you.  Although he was very much friendless, the button-nosed boy thought himself above everyone and made a hobby of boasting about his multiple floored mansion and personal maid, something that got on everyone’s last nerve.

“Great,” I replied sarcastically, pushing her timetable out of the way to clear my view of the crowded corridor.  I didn’t want to add another bruise to my backside when I was barely recovering from the injuries I’d gained yesterday, a day I was trying, and quite easily failing, to forget.  “What do you have now?” I asked, shaking the memory from my head as I fought my way past a tightly knit group of girls.

“You know who the only guy is that’s hotter than your brothers?” she jumped onto another topic, disregarding my question completely.

I barely stifled a sigh.  “Kaitlin, your obsession with my brothers is seriously unhealthy-”

“Hunt,” she breathed.

My eyes quickly darted away from the dreamy expression on her face as she paused outside a classroom, to the figure waiting for his own class at the end of the corridor.  Zacharias stuck out like a sore thumb (albeit, an incredibly handsome one) amongst his shorter classmates.  His snug brown jacket and tattered blue jeans clashed with the hot pink skater dresses the girls behind him wore and he towered above everyone like a skyscraper.

“God, I never realised how tall he was, did you?” Kailtin chimed, ripping my gaze from Zacharias’ bored expression and relaxed muscles as he leant against a block of lockers.  “Hm."  She seemed to be enjoying the view.  "See you later, Eleri.”  Before I had to chance to even mutter a reply, she’d disappeared into the classroom, woollen cardigan fluttering behind her.

Turning around, I realized that the corridor was quickly emptying, then hurried to class as the back of Zacharias’ head disappeared through the door.

I dragged my feet out of the Home Economics classroom, silently cursing the teacher for giving us such a big project over one weekend.  I already had a stack of History papers waiting to be answered and a sheet of sums that I was sure I could hear leering at me from inside my backpack.  Maths wasn’t my subject and the stress of baking two trays of equally proportionate swirled cheesecake brownies didn’t sound like it was going to be much help easing the pain.

“Hey, shortcake!”

I looked up, a grin spreading across my face as a large hand ruffled my hair, unsurprised to see the youngest – well, by five minutes - of my three older brothers smiling down at me.  Even at the age of seventeen, he refused to give up my old nickname which had been inspired by my lower-than-average height and incessant love for shortcakes.