Chapter 6
I sat on the hood of my Blazer looking at the sky. A quick glance at my
watch showed that it was a minute till four. I heard a car honk and
looked to my left, looking past the hundreds of kids that were clustered
around the parking lot of Centennial High. A sleek, black 2006
Mitsubishi Eclipse convertible pulled up. Killian, who was driving, gave
me a look through the big designer shades he wore. I wanted to flick him
off but I refrained. I instead looked at Kevin who was grinning at me
from the passenger seat.
"Hey, bro, me and Killian are going to his house to play some ball," said
Kevin, his voice raised slightly over the hum of the speakers. "I'll see
you tomorrow morning alright?"
I half waved and called back, "I'll see you then, Kev."
I wanted to say something else to him but suddenly the speakers turned up
to the max and the bass boomed through the air, drowning out the rest of
the crowds' noise. I rolled my eyes and sighed as Killian smirked at me
and with a rev of the engine peeled out the parking lot.
"Slutface," I muttered, shaking my head.
I hoped he wrecked. Not today of course. My best friend was in the car
too after all. Where was he? I glanced at my watch again. He better hurry
or Nathaniel was going to have our asses cleaning out his potions closet.
The dude is nicknamed the Training Nazi for a reason. In my head of
course. I would never call him that to his face. I talk about people
behind their backs. I was raised right, hello, its called manners. I
looked to my left and smiled. There he was. Ryan waved at me and jogged
over.
"Hey, sorry it took me so long," said Ryan, panting a bit from his jog.
"I got caught up with tutoring."
I frowned. "I thought you were really smart or something?"
He nodded, blushing a bit. "Its not for me. I tutor some of the students
that have trouble with English and Math."
I thought so. I remembered the Cohen twins telling me that he was in
their English class, and only seniors usually took that. Ryan was only
a sophomore like me.
"Plus, Edwin, the kid I tutor, just got a kitten and since I have a cat he
wanted some advice..." he trailed off, seeing the frozen, strained smile
on my face. "Umm...is something wrong."
"Can we cut the cat talk?" I pleaded, desperately.
Ryan nodded slowly, unsure. "Okayyy. I guess..."
I quickly changed the subject. "So did you like my friends at lunch
today?" I asked, pushing the unlock button on my key chain.
