The Search

ANNOYANCE

Laying in bed, I think of the events  that took place tonight. Raidon was looking extremely handsome in his all black tux, which made a striking contrast to his deep red hair and equally dark eyes. He is an exceptionally good looking man. The female body of our school would agree, since they seem to make it their life's goal to woo him. I have to give them credit where it is due however, Raidon is extremely intimidating, when anybody approaches him, he gives them a glare as cold as sin. It’s  quite scary when on the receiving end. The girls run off after that, but continue their efforts the next day. Determination at it’s finest. Raidon seems to look at everybody with disgust, students, teachers, even parents, it’s all the same. I seem to be the only exception, but that could be because I have never made an effort to talk to him, or anyone for that matter.

The ding of the elevator goes off, footsteps near my room, entering they approach my bed, jumping on top of me and making themselves comfortable. I laugh whole-heartedly.

Shade appears to have returned home. My Rottweiler has a tendency to leave the building for hours a day and return to us in the middle of the night, only to snuggle with me. I look down into my dog’s silver eyes, and I'm once again startled by the unnatural color. Shade’s intelligence is very high, and he seems to have not aged passed his 5th year. I’ve had him since he was six weeks old, and have always noticed the strange way he acts and the strange way he looks, but it only strengthens my love for him. Most people find him scary, especially since he likes to make a habit of pushing buttons on the elevator and appear on random floors. People use to complain, but I can’t blame them, he is bigger than your average Rottweiler, pure black with lean, thick, muscles and hypnotic cautious eyes. But that was before he saved a tenant’s child from being hit by a jeep, whose driver was under the influence of some heavy narcotics. Now everybody loves him, they feel save with him roaming about. Nobody touches him though, but I think that’s more his doing than anything else. Every time someone tries to run their fingers through his soft, glossy coat, even if it’s my parents, he takes a step back and just stares at them. The privilege of petting him lies with me. I’m his special human.

As if hearing my thoughts he nudges me with his head and grunts, my signal that it is time for his petting. 

“You are so needy” I mumble to myself, earning me a quiet growl. “Love you too Shade.”

*** 

My birthday is two days away, on saturday, and my parents are more excited about it then I am. Apparently I’ll be having a costume party, since my birthday is ten days before halloween. My mother thought her idea was so brilliant, that she woke me up at 5am screaming out costume ideas for me. I am not a morning person, that being stated, I do not appreciate being awaking in such a manner. With this being common knowledge with my family, I claim no responsibility  for the rude and offensive way I dismissed my mother from my room, which resulted in a swift pinch to an extremely painful pressure point. Was that the end of my cruel treatment? Oh of course not, where would be the fun in that! Thus explaining why I am now in a high end designer’s shop with my mother and the owner trying to decide how to dress their barbie doll that is Kyler. Cruel punishment I tell you.

“A fairy!” Lillian, the designer, exclaims.

“That’s positively brilliant Lillian.” My mother replies, 'positively' bursting with with excitement.

They then turn their burning gazes on me.

“Strip.” Lillian commanded.

I comply, to worried about what will happen if I don’t. I am confident in my body. It’s lean and toned, compliments of years of gymnastics and fighting.

“Come by the morning of your party,” Lillian says, finished with her measurements. “Your costume will be completed by then. With that she disappears into her office.

“The morning of?” I ask mother “That is cutting it a bit close, what if it needs adjustments?”

“Adjustments? Heavens no! Lillian will have that costume fitting like a glove, the first time you try it on.” Mother explains after a long laugh. “That is why she is the best in the business.”

“I suppose.”

“Well it’s just a little past seven, if we leave now, we will have time to get a bite to eat, before school at nine,” mother mumbles to herself, then turns to me “Well come on then.”

Two latte’s, and a extra large shared omelet later, I am approaching my first period class when I am swarmed  by people. All of them asking me about my party.

I am momentarily confused, before understanding dawns on me. Mother. That’s why she told me to wait in the car. I wondered why my mother would have me sit and wait for her to go into my school. Now I know. She must have announced my party to the whole senior class. That’s about 1,000 people. This will be no small party, everyone will want to attend the rich secluded girl’s party. The fact that everyone knew I was rich was all my father’s fault, of course. He came to my school once in one of his limited edition overly priced cars. It also didn’t help when a student asked how he could afford it, and he replied “Oh this? ha this was just pocket change”. Who says that? So I have to deal with these people asking me questions about the size of my home blah blah. Don’t even get me started on the club my mother rented out on the event, everyone wants to know how much it cost. I also found out some information that was completely new to me, like how everyone is meeting at my home first, to take a party bus to the club in long beach, which is about an hour away. After hearing that, I quickly made the decision to take my car. I don’t need the stress of over-excited teenagers. 

 ***

I was engulfed in the feeling of relief when it was time for lunch. Thank goodness for off campus privileges. Heading to my car, I see it has been blocked into it’s space by a parked dark red mustang. Walking faster, I am prepared to beat the owner of this car with a very blunt stick. However, I was not prepared for that owner to be Raidon, or to see him casually leaning against my car, as if it were an everyday occurrence. My step falters a bit out of surprise, but I quickly close the distance between us. We stand there staring at one another for awhile before I become impatient and raise a questioning eyebrow.

“You were beautiful last night,” He says after a moment of silence. I am shocked by his voice at first, never have heard him talk before. It’s deep and masculine, it makes me feel...odd, but in a good way. All the sudden his words sink in.

“You looked very handsome yourself,” I reply. I could tell he was just as stunned by my voice, as I his. “I don’t mean to be rude, but I am in quite a hurry to get away from here.”

“Follow me then,” he says without hesitation, walking to his car.

“Ok then.” 

 I follow him, knowing if something bad were to happen I could easily defend myself. With a tolerant for most drugs and poisons, and my trusty switch-blade in my bra, I felt relatively safe.

I slip into the passenger seat, and am immediately surrounded by a heavy masculine smell. It was heavenly, and it took quite the amount of will power not to start inhaling deeply like a loon.

“Where are we going?” I ask after a few minutes of driving.

“You’ll see,” was all he said.

I guess I will.