huntress and the hunter

ch 3 "skyy bear?"

" Skylar wake up!!!!" Marie yells, i groan rolling over to check my phone, 6 AM i frown "damn" i mumbled smashing my head into my pillow. Without knocking she barges in my room turning on the light and yanking the covers off on her way out stating " Jordan will be here in half an hour hurry up" as i throw a pillow at her retreating figure. I sigh sitting up on the bed , Jordan Cierra Covington. Shes been my best friend since kindergarten. Even after my parents "died" and i pushed everyone away she still stood by my side. Half my memoir wall was covered with pictures of her and i together growing up. We're surprisingly polar opposites where as I'm a bit dark and anti social shes friends with everybody and star of the girls basketball team. I pull my hair up into a cute messy bun leaving my bangs down as i walk into the bathroom not bothering to straighten them and apply a small amount of eyeliner and mascara throwing on a pair of dark cut off shorts a green and black monster energy hoodie and my black converses. Once down stairs i drop my black back pack by the door and grab 2 bananas by the time i finish the first i hear a honk knowing its Jordan i grab my bag and head out the door eating my other banana. I roll my eyes at the sight of her bright blue VW convertable bug ,oh how i hated that car.

as usual she' sitting on the top her seat hands on the windsheild yelling at me to hurry up. " oh shut up for gods sake Jordan you see me coming" i whine already exhausted. she sticks her toung out at me while i throw my bag in the back and slid into the passenger seat and i take in her appearance, dirty blonde hair staight as usual bright blue eyes outlined with the most minimum amount of eye liner possible wearing her favorite hunger games shirt with dark wash blue jean capris. i smile at her as we speed off. she looks at me through the rearview mirror" soo anything interesting happen last night?" she questioned. i sigh watching the scenery pass by. shes the only person besides marie that knows. blowing my bangs from my eyes " well one almost got me last night" i paused wieghing her reaction, she look concerned" but someone saved me, it was really strange i think hes another hunter" her eyes lit up making me smile." he left a note in my jeep, he called me skyy bear, he acted as he knew me. all be damned if that name doesnt sound familiar" i finished sticking the string of my hoodie in my mouth. she swatted my hand causing the string fall out and me to frown. " that does sound familiar skyy " she frowned slightly just as we pulled into the school parking lot, just as the warning bell rang. i barley make it into my first block english 12 class before the late bell rang luckily id already gotten my scheduale inthe mail and the teacher himself was late i quickly took the open seat in the back right hand corner when the teacher Mr. fields walked in. strangely he looked extraordinarly like president lincoln. i set my bag on the floor attempting to muffle my snickering. sterling woods has only one high school, sterling woods high,ironically enough, so the classes are pretty stuffed there were maybe 28 students in my english class.

As Lincoln sits behind his desk and starts to call the roll I mechanically answer "here" when I hear my name it's always the first to be called. I zoned out as he called the other names. "Skylar Addison and Ethan Ryder, come to my desk" my head snapped up when the teacher called our names, Ethan Ryder? Why does that sound so damn familiar? I reluctantly go to the front only seeing the Ethan boy from behind" now, I'd like you both to use this key to get into the supply closet by the lunch room and get 28 copies of Macbeth." He dismissed us and handed me the key not looking back to see if the boy was fallowing me. "So remember me yet sky-bear? You should seeing as you still have the necklace" I froze turning to glare at Ethan. "Well by the look on your face I'm taking that as a no, guess you'll have to do some digging to find out" he stated non-chalantly grinning like the Cheshire cat as he walked passed me toward the supply closet. Still stunned I turn to where he was leaning against the door still smiling, "how do you know about the necklace?" I questioned. If I'm right he's talking about the necklace I've worn practically my whole life, the one I got for myfound in my tree house on my 7th birthday.

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