Dreams

Chapter 3 - What the Day Brought

Luke

"How are you going to make it up to her?" I look up at Liam, who has been watching me poke at my lunch with my fork for about 5 minutes straight. 

"What?" I ask bluntly. "For saving your incompetent butt," Kyle says, smiling as I glare at him.

"There are many ways you can thank Katie, you dummy," Liam rolls his eyes in annoyance. "Okay, Genius. Like?" I ask, giving him my 'I'm better than you' look.

 "Maybe you could go up to Mrs. Catherine and say that you were completely incapable of saving yourself, and if the girl wasn't there to save you, you'd be as well as dead." Kyle smirks once he's done talking.

"Look, I'll think about it, if it makes you feel any better, okay?" I ask the guys. They give each other looks, but they nod along.

 "Just take into proper consideration that Katie might not want to stay your friend unless you thank her for what she did for you." Liam tells me.

"I already have considered that, Liam." I say with minor annoyance. "And?" Kyle asks, waiting for a non-existent response.

There's a long silence. Kyle is still waiting on my response. Silence. "Okay." Kyle sighs. "Fine. Whatever. If that's how you want to play it."

The rest of the day is painfully long. The whole time I'm busy thinking about how I can tell Katie that I'm thankful for her.

 Although, nothing can stop the day from dragging and dragging on. Katie still hasn't returned from the office, and my friends and I are silent all day. 

We're trying to lay low, just in case Kai will put an end to us.

And as you can imagine, that makes things VERY awkward between us. We haven't seen Kai all day, either, which is really creepy.

I wander through the seemingly endless hallways like a ghost who lost its way. The chatter of students has the hallways filled as the excitement of the weekend boils within everyone. 

Although, as I'm walking and trying to think of the fact that the weekend starts now, I see someone who I've been trying to avoid this whole week. It's not Kai.

A girl with ginger hair and peach skin is wandering through the halls; unlike me, though, she has purpose. 

Her turquoise eyes stare everyone down in a glare. Everyone is too busy to notice a measly sixth grade girl giving them death glares, though.

She silently scans the crowd and I try to hide within the corridors and corridors of people.

I watch her over the corner of the wall I found. The girl's plaid, shamrock-colored skirt sways among the people. Her long, straight hair lays on her shoulders. 

Finally, it's the moment I've been trying to avoid; she notices me, and her glare turns into a shimmer of pride. She's got this grin on her face, and I can tell that she's going to nail me about something. 

"Hey Luke!" The girl chimes, joy in her voice; you wouldn't suspect there was anything wrong. Despite that, I have already learned my lesson: If she's smiling, never trust Amber Lilette.