Midnight's Plea

Oh... Crap

Chapter Nine

Oh… Crap!

Okay, so to start off, Trevor's a fucking asshole. I love him with a passion, but he is just so fucking sadistic, I just can't take it.

He couldn't be happy with just me.

Why?

That question hung in my mind through science as I sat next to Melony. Her fist was balled, and her head was turned away. She was trying hard not to speak to me.

I hate him for making me drive to this.

At the end of class, Melony snatched a page of homework from the teacher, and stormed out the room. I looked out the open door she nearly ran out of, and sighed. Goodbye best friend, hello isolation, I thought to myself.

I laughed without humor, and left the class almost in the same fashion as she did, but with a lot more feeling in it.

I met up with her in the girls’ locker Room in the gym fifteen minutes later. She was pouring with happiness, because in here, thank God, the school has cameras on watch almost constantly. It's incredibly creepy, but at least Trevor won't break in an assault us.

"Midnight," she said anxiously, "I hate this. Every minute I pretend I hate you, it freaking pisses me off. I want us to stop this! Can't we be friends again? I'll make something to help us learn how to fight, or run. Maybe run, that seems easier, and faster." We chuckled, and she smiled. "Please?" I shook my head.

"But you can still make that running thing-a-mob bore." She smiled, and hugged me before we walked into gym. God, I hate gym. You hear me God, I hate gym, smite me now! Hating is a sin, right?

 After I walk out of the school, the first thing I see is Trevor. I know it's him because only he would be this tense in a schoolyard. Only he would scan the crowd in search of someone. Only he would spot me quickly, take off his sunglasses, and run over to me not even caring who he knocked down as got closer.

"Hey Night Child," he said as he looked over me approvingly. "Short shorts, eh? You know how long I tried to get you to wear those!" I look over my outfit, suddenly regretting it; blue jean short shorts, a blue wife beadier, a blue jean jacket, and white Nikes. "You look hot. Don't even pretend you don't notice the positive male, and some female attention."

I looked around, and I meet the gaze of several male strangers, and a few curious females. Damn it, he's right.

"What do you want?" I said in a mad tone.

"I think you know."

"And you won't get it." Just as I'm about to walk away, he grabs my arm, and turns me around to meet his stare.

"I don't want her now. I want you." Oh shit.

"Not here, boy; there are too many eyes."

"C'mon, you embarrassed or something?" His grip was like stone. I could barely move in his arms.

"No, I just hate rumors."

"True, but this isn't a rumor Night Child." And with that he kissed me. The entire lot froze, and some guys, and girls, looked to us in hatred.

My body tingled as he tightened his grip. I found myself moving my hands absentmindedly through his hair. His lips twitched under mine as I could feel Zeke coming to the surface, and once he opened his eyes warmth flooded me as he gazed at me in surprise.

I was the one to stop this time.

"That's one hell of a greeting Moon Shine," he said in a confident tone. Out of the corner of my eye Melony was gazing at us in horror. I beckoned her forward, and she looked to Zeke. I nodded in encouragement, and she hesitantly walked towards me.

Once she was there most of the lot cleared.

"Heeeeeey," she said, stretching the word into multiple syllables. "Is he the sane side now?" I nodded, and Zeke pulled me closer.

"Don’t worry, Angel, everything's going to be fine." Angel? He saw my confused look, and met my gaze. "It’s just a nickname." Melony blushed, and I frowned.

"So, how much time before Trevor begins to stalk her."

"Not much. In fact-" he stopped abruptly, and I could already guess what he's going to say.

"He already is, isn't he?" I say in horror. Zeke hesitantly nods, and Melony gazes at him in fear. This wasn't part of the plan.

Oh....crap!