Invisible

Chapter 19: The New Girl

Hey Guys! So, our story is coming to end soon but we won't be leaving this crew! Since you guys love this story so much, I am turning it into a series called "The Academy Kids". If you haven't seen it yet, I posted the cover and blurb for Book 2 "Wylde Ride" coming to you on November 1st. 

This chapter is dedicated to @allninearemine for all her hard work on Beta-ing every single chapter of this story!

Pic: Lesia's Bike

~Lacey~

I was nervous about school today. I still wasn't sure it was a good idea for Blaze to be going at all. They had released him from the hospital yesterday with an order to take it easy and it was kind of difficult to argue when one of his dads was a Doctor. I was still trying to wrap my head around that one. While he was in the hospital, we talked. Turned out Blaze's family was like mine but he had nine dads. Nine dads! I had trouble with five! Then there was the fact we were officially dating. What would that mean at school? Things would be different, right? I had no idea what I was doing.

As Blaze helped me off the bike, I couldn't help but wonder if maybe I should have worn something from the "shit Kat gave that I will never in a million years wear" section of my closet. I had on a pair of black jeans and a t-shirt I dug out of the bottom of Wesley's drawer that had a weird little cartoon atom and the words 'Never trust an atom. They make up everything' on it. Blaze had almost fallen off the bike laughing when he saw it. Blaze and I had both been happy to find out the bike came out of the accident only needing a paint job from where it had skidded across the road.

I expected Blaze to slip my backpack off and carry it, like he always did, but I wasn't expecting him to lace our fingers together. I could feel the nerves kicking in and I was sure everyone was staring at us. Then Blaze ran his thumb across my palm and my world righted again.

A loud hum reverberated through the parking lot and we both turned in time to see a pink blur come tearing into the parking lot and whip into the spot next to Blaze's bike. I'm pretty sure there was smoke when it stopped. The bike was nothing like Blaze's Harley. It had a sleek, streamlined look and had a bright pink paint job. It looked like the kind of bike you wanted to tear down a highway at 100mph on.

The girl pulling off her helmet was no less impressive. She was taller than me by a few inches and very slender, although there was clearly muscle there. Her bright blonde hair was very short, except in the front where her pink streaked bangs hung to her cheekbones and fell at an angle across her forehead, partially obscuring one of her pale blue eyes. The eyebrow not covered sported a slender, curved, silver bar with a pink cat's eye ball at either end. She had on a pair of black jeans that looked like someone had painted them on, black calf high boots with a silver buckle across the ankle and a pale mauve tank shirt with a black smudgy looking flower on one side looking like someone had played Edward Scissorhands on it. Several silver bracelets hung on one wrist and a pair of Dog Tags hung around her neck.

I glanced at Blaze, sure I was going to find him captivated by this girl only to find he only had eyes for the bike.

"That's a BMW F650GS," He said in an awed whisper. The girl saw Blaze's bike, smiled, then caught Blaze eyeballing her bike.

"Sweet ride, office?" She asked us.

"Through the doors, second set of doors on the left." I responded since Blaze was still in a stupor with her bike.

"Thanks, see ya," She headed off. I stepped in Blaze's line of vision to break his bike induced stupor.

"Sorry, Doll," Blaze wrapped an arm around my waist and planted a kiss on the top of my head. I giggled at his chastised expression.