Spark

Chapter eleven

There's a sound. A special sound that rubber makes when it's on wet cement.
Normally it makes just a dull scrapping on the hard dry cement, but when its wet it makes this almost... Not a squeak, more of a mixture between a scrape and a screech, just loud enough that people near you get annoyed.
I silently curse my boots for making this horrid sound as I trail behind Greg.
I feel Jaspers eyes on me but I keep walking my head held high, my shoulders back, and my chest out, and despite the horrible sound my shoes are making. I feel quite confident.
Then I hear a high pitched squeal that could shatter glass and I prepare myself to be crushed.
"ANNNEEEEETTTTTEEEEE!!" Cassy squeals and grabs me in another one of her lung crushing hugs.
"C-can't breathe" I say haltingly. Barely having enough breath to get the words out.
Greg just laughs.
I glare daggers at him, oh and if looks could kill, buuuuttttt since they can't I just settle for flipping him off.
He looks wounded and grabs his chest and slowly falls to his knees.
'God how charismatic can one gay 16 year old be?!'
I try to stop it all I can, but his little fake death makes me laugh.
Hearing this Cassy releases me with a look of awe "did you just smile?..."
"No I took a nerve toxin that's making my face so weird things"
"Honestly" Greg pipes in, still lying on the ground "that would be more likely"
"Oh shut up" I kick him in the side.
"Owch" he cringes overly dramatically "kicking a man while he's down.... That's cold even for you"
"Just be glad I didn't kick you where I was tempted to" that seems to sober him up and he stands covering his lower zone.
"That's better" I put up a galley menacing finger "and you better stay that way"
Greg hits down my finger and then double handedly flips me off.
I hold back a smile and I pay his head and sit down, picking at my macaroni and cheese with my fork, not really hungry. In fact im never really hungry
"Eat" Cassy says plopping down across from me. Her eyes widen and she gets that look people get right before they're about to gossip.
"Ohmigod!" She says in an excited whisper, "mr. Dark sexy and mysterious over there is /totally/ checking you out!"
"He's not checking me out" I mumble the food starting to seem like a good choice so I don't have to talk.
"You look like you are thinking about murdering that Mac 'n cheese" Greg says sitting next to Cassy who's rambling on about how cute a couple me and Jasper would make, or as she likes to refer to him "Mr. Dark sexy and mysterious".
"Try this" he squirts catsup into the Mac 'n cheese.
"EWWW you ruined it" I cringe and gently push it away.
"Tryyyy iiiit" Greg uses the tone people use when they're scolding toddlers and I groan and shove a bite into my mouth.
"Holy crap!" I moan at how good it tastes "what have I been doing with my life" I begin eating.
And I swear.
I swear.
I could hear Jaspers dark laughter from behind me.
The shrill lunch bell brings me out of my zoning out trance and I stand up and head to english.
I watch the patterns in the floor tiles as I go with the flow of foot traffic to the room when suddenly I bump into a person and am pulled out of the flow of traffic.
"What the hell?!" I step back "you can't just go-!" I cut off when I see who it is.
Jasper.
Then I continue "you can't just go dragging girls into corners of hallways!"
He gives me that amused look again and im about ready to slap it off his face when he says "let's work of the history project at your house after school today"
I cross my arms "what if I don't want you at my house?" I quirk an eyebrow.
He looks slightly surprised but he continues un phased "then I suppose we can do it at my house"
"And what makes you think that if come to your house?" I ask "you think I'll just swoon and say yes take me to your house and ravage me like half our grade would? No thanks" I start to walk off having no clue why I was so mean
He grabs my wrist "please?" He asks "we could do it somewhere public if you're so afraid of me"
I don't even hear what he said cause the second he touches me my vision blurs.
I barely have time to comprehend what I see before i rip my hand out of his grasp blinking hard.
"Are you alright" there's a hint of genuine concern in his voice.
"I'm fine" I say just above a whisper shaking a bit.
"No you're not" he goes to touch me again and I flinch and he quickly pulls back.
"Sorry I-" I sigh and run a hand through my hair "tomorrow at Panera at 4" I walk off not waiting for him to answer.
Too terrified and intrigued with this boy to stay around him or be away.