Pangaia: Agendas (Year One: Fall)

Chapter Thirty - Cheyenne

 Halyn stomped into Cheyenne's bedroom and pulled the pillow out from under her head. "You're going to be late if you don't get your lazy butt up," she said before making her way back out.

When Cheyenne saw the clock, she noticed she was a half an hour late from her usual morning routine. Normally, she'd be scrambling from bed. She had her morning planned around having just enough time to get ready before breakfast and classes.

Today though, the last thing she wanted was to be pulled away from the pool in her dream. She tried desperately to go back to sleep, but to no avail. Now she was awake for good.

Reluctantly she made herself get ready for class. All she could do was cling to the memories of her dream. Hopefully she could return again tonight.

Everything was different today. At first she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was. Deja vu, she realized. I've done all this before. Which was silly because this was a new day.

Still, she found herself knowing things in her classes she shouldn't have. Information she couldn't possibly have ever learned before. In fact, she was almost positive she knew more than most of the teachers. As each class progressed, the urge to prove them wrong grew stronger. But like a good student, she kept her mouth closed.

"You look different today. Or maybe I should say you smell different, and I don't think it's because mommy and daddy are around," Denver said to her while in lab.

Her parents weren't in that class. They refused to be anywhere near Denver for fear of her father murdering him on the spot.

"Why would they change how I smell?" she asked, only half interested.

The sooner they got out of class, the better. She was bored. The assignment itself wasn't hard so much as time consuming and tedious.

"It's an emotional kind of smell. I can't put my finger on it, but did you do something different to yourself recently? Cause you smell amazing."

"New perfume." She shrugged.

"No, it's not perfume. Smells like elegance, intelligence, and confidence to me. It's pretty sexy." He shook his head and leaned over her, moving his nose close to her neck. A bit too close for her comfort.

She winced with anticipation of another bite. He'd already done it twice that she could remember. Being in class wouldn't stop him from doing it again. She moved away from him, trying to remain casual. The last thing she wanted to do was let on how much she welcomed the attention. Her desire for him was so much stronger than it had been before.

"I'm glad you think intelligence is sexy. Maybe you're not a complete and worthless pig after all," she said.

"I guess it all depends. Brainy chicks aren't fun to play around with. They talk too much. On the other hand, dumb ones aren't worth more than a night or two. They don't think too much about commitment. I don't think dumb chicks are sexy though. Just easy to fit into."

"I guess I won't be giving you anymore compliments," Cheyenne said with a scowl.

Denver rolled his eyes. "I'd hate for you to think something nice about me. It would totally spoil our relationship. Imagine if we actually got along. It'd be all wrong. I'd rather things are the way they're supposed to be."

"And that's what? Me hating you and you belittling me?" Cheyenne could barely sit and have a conversation with him now.

She would have loved to attempt a decent relationship with him where they could at least be civil acquaintances. For whatever reason, she believed she could be the special friend who understood him better than anyone. He kept trying to push her away to the point where she was about to give up on the idea.