High School Recall

Chapter Seven

"So," Ivan broke the silence. "You're like me?" he asked, thumb tracing the patterns on Chloe's bottle. It was red, stainless steel bottle. Well, at least he now knew why she didn't carry the clear, plastic ones.

"Essentialy, yes."

He looked up at the girl, her green eyes seemed to gleam, daring him to speak the word. "What is that suppose to mean? Essentialy?" he mimicked. He tried to study her posture, her expression, but came to one conclusion: Chloe Martin was up to lecturing his ears off, one by one.

"Each of us is different, as to how much the virus affect us, how much of it is in our body, what difference it caused us physically-"

"Yeah, yeah, I know that part. My Dad is a Division scientist, I don't need to hear that twice," he cut her off, mood souring. She just had to make him mention Dad, if the man deserved to be called that at all.

"Yes you do, because if he is a scientist, then he must've told you to never, ever forget your medications," Chloe scorned, eyebrows furrowing.

Ivan scoffed. "Right, a scientist that's too busy researching to even look at me," he muttered. He remembered each time his Dad talked to him, which could be counted with his fingers – sans the toes, even. Each time, he would try to tell his Dad that he wanted to be just like Dad one day and each time, his Dad wouldn't stay long enough to hear his story of the day. He stopped wishing for his Dad to see him after awhile, realizing that it must've been a pain to have an infected son. He knew his Dad wished to have both his children normal, that with the chances of breeding with human a fifty-fifty.

Chloe paused when Ivan didn't recover from his bitter moment. She felt rigid inside, realizing that she had triggered the wrong side of him. She had done her research on Robert Lindqvist, who married a human, had one vampiric son and a normal daughter. She realized now that Robert didn't do it without a purpose. The man had a wish to stop the gene.

"Ivan..."

"Don't you dare," he snapped, straightening his back and standing up from his chair – too fast for a human. "You're a cold, distant person. Have been since day one, don't you change on me," he threatened, pointing a finger at her.

Chloe straightened her posture, realizing her second mistake. "Alright, you fool." She collected back her facade. "Don't you ever do that stupid mistake again." She snatched the empty bottle from his hands. She had to buy water, again.

"Or else?" Ivan had collected his, too. A smirk spreads on his face.

"I won't be there."

"Naw, you're the only one who doesn't appeal to me in the whole wide world," he dramatized, grinning like a kid on Christmas Eve.

Chloe rolled her eyes. "Right. Another note, Idiot: every one of us won't 'bloodly appeal' to the other because we don't have a blood type." Damn it, even now, she still wanted to make sure that he knew all the basics. She huffed, heading for the exit.

Ivan groaned, wiping his hand to his face. "Know that,too. The virus washed it out, blah, blah..." He then realized that the room has grown silent. He looked around and sighed. Of course, Chloe would walk out at the perfect time to be rude.

He went back to the bench, thinking of calling his sister for comfort. Izzy would know the right thing to say. But he didn't have his phone with him. He groaned again, but paused. Wait, he examined the lockers he was surrounded with. This didn't look like a place he has ever been into. Damn it, Chloe brought him to the girl's changing room?!

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The Martins have a tendency to blend with the neighborhood. For example, the neighbors would spend extra money on their garden to have it watered to a brilliant shade of green, so Perry did the same for their yard. The neighbors would also have fresh flowers delivered everyday for show, to make it look like their garden have more than enough flowers to spare, so Perry did the same for their home. The neighbors would try to make the most obnoxious, running-water noise, just for the sake of showing off their enormous swimming-pool, so Perry constructed one for the Martins – sans the noise since they didn't need any extra noise to prevent them from sleeping.

It was the reason why the living room and the dining room on the first floor had a blue hue to its ceiling. Chloe was the one who suggested Perry to put shells and sea-glass as the drapes to make the color more prominent.

Chloe was usually the only one who swam on work days, so she was alerted when she heard splashes from the pool. She set her bag down and crept closer to the window that separated the inside from the backside.

A girl walked out of the pool, water streaming down her hot pink Victoria's Secret bikini top, flaunting her perfectly toned stomach. The girl twisted her dark hair to get the water out, before turning to the side, noticing the other girl standing by the window, judging. The other girl was beautiful, must've been popular in her school, she thought. She smiled at her.

Chloe felt distaste even from her first impression of the girl. Show-off, check. Pretty, check. And the biggest check of all, friendly. She didn't know that the Division culprit was a girl, barely older than her, and gorgeous, and friendly. "Mom," Chloe called out loudly.

Perry was beside her in a very short moment. "Yes, Honey?" She followed her daughter's line of view. "Oh, that's Clove Turrow. She's going to be living with us," she explained, putting a hand on Chloe's shoulder.

Chloe looked up to Perry, her eyes telling her everything. I don't want her here.