The Search

STALKERS LOVE SOCIAL NETWORKING

We arrived at a small cafe, hidden in the middle of the city life, about 10 minutes later. I sat at a table with two large, soft chairs in the back, lite by a wide window overlooking the busy streets and building, while waiting for Raidon to come back with our orders. The cafe was peaceful. With it being extremely difficult to find, there are only a few costumers. It is dimly lite, with most of it's light coming from the floor to ceiling windows, and has a few tables with plush soft chairs. It was quiet and homey. I adored it.

"One chilled tea, and a banana nut muffin." Raidon says, sitting across from me with his identical order.

I nod my thanks, and proceed to nibble on my muffin. We ate and drank in a comfortable silence. Each of us looking out the window, deep in our own thoughts.

"Am I invited to your party as well?" Raidon randomly asks.

"Well of course, but you won't be seeing me on the party bus. I like my drives less hectic."

"Let me take you, I could be your manly Fey 'knight' to your princess Fairy." He says, displaying a gorgeous smirk.

I laugh a little, knowing my mother most likely mentioned my costume, and threatened the girls not to copy.

"That would be wonderful actually. I just might take you up on that offer Mr. Knight." I reply.

I was being completely serious, whether he knew it or not, I haven't the slightest idea.

We went silent after that, basking in the relaxing atmosphere. But as they say, all good things must come to an end.

***

The drive back was quiet as well, but that was my fault I suppose. I used that time to study him. He drives with one hand on the wheel, while the other rests on the gear shift, as if he is use to driving manually. He clenches his jaw every time another driver does something reckless. His eyes roam the road in a lazy fashion, but I know he is as alert as most professional racers. I study the rest of his face. Observing his dark blue eyes, blood red hair and tanned skin. His high cheek bones, strong jaw, and full pink lips hiding his straight white teeth. My gaze drops to his broad shoulders, muscular arms, toned chest, narrow waist and strong legs. He is a fighter. The physical appearance of his body is impossible to get by just lifting weights and running. His knuckles are also rough, the most visible clue to his fighting life.

"Do I pass your assessment?" He asks.

"What is your fighting style?" I reply, unaffected by the fact that I was caught staring.

He turns his gaze to me for a split second, before turning back to the road, pulling into the entrance of our school.

"I can't reveal all my secrets, you might become bored with me." He teases, while parking and turning off the car.

"I suppose." I laugh, stepping out the car with him.

"I will pick you up at seven on Saturday, before your party."

With that said, he gives me a wink and disappears into the school.My stare lingers, even after he is out of sight. I sigh. That man is so confusing. Making my way back into the school, I am greeted with stares of envy. I was expecting this. Raidon has no talk to any girl,much less take them in his car. It is amusing. They are jealous, but won't act on it because they want to stay on my good side for the party. It's sad, but still amusing.However, I was not prepared for the 'dating' rumors that followed. The questions about my party and wealth were dropped, only to be replaced by my 'relationship' withRaidon. I could already tell my day just got longer.

***

Mentally exhausted, I collapse onto the living room sofa, picking up the remote to turn on the television. I lose myself in the 72 inched box. All my focus on the forensic science crime show, trying to guess the criminal before it is revealed. After a short time, I feel my mother lift my legs and sit under them, while I hear my father sit in his chair, on the side where my head lays on the sofa.

"It's obviously the girls boyfriend," My father proclaims."He's a certified creep, and his a construction worker, so he had all the tools to do it."

"No darling it's not," Mother argues."It was her brother, he hates her, he just said it."

"I'm with mum on this one," I say.

"You just wait and see, I'm right, I'm always right!" My father playfully yells.

No more than 20 minutes later my father is screaming "I told you so!"

"OK, OK, you were half right, but her brother paid him to do it!" I explain. "So it was practically his fault, since it was his idea, the boyfriend just wanted money."

"Excuses kiddo, excuses."

"We were technically all right." My mother states. Father and I just glare at her. We like to be right on our own, not share the glory.

"Oh mum, I'm not going on the party bus, I'm driving to long beach with a friend." I say, remembering my decision from earlier.

"If you skip out on your own party I will skin you alive." Mother threatens. If looks could kill, I would have been ashes on top of the fireplace.

"Scary," Father mumbles, slowly scooting away in his chair.

My eyes widen. "Wow, that's a tad bit drastic don't you think? Besides, I would never skip my own party, that's incredible impolite." I stutter out, shocked by her outburst.

"OK then," She says, all smiles once again.

PMS? Menopause? Bipolar?

Father and I continue to stare at her, freaked out by her little 'epidsode'.

"I'm...uh...going to go start dinner." Father yells, rushing into the opposite direction of the kitchen in his haste.

"Oh, and I need to do homework. Yes, I have a lot of that being a student in high school and all that." I say, laughing awkwardly while running off into my room.

"Wear the outfit I put in your closet tomorrow!" Mother yells after me.

I roll my eyes, even though I know she can't see me. I decide to save the surprise of my outfit for the morning, and instead change into my night clothes and start up my laptop. As much as I don't like spending time with my peers, I do like to be informed, and that is where all these social networks come to play. Logging on, I skim my news feed, finding multiply status' about my big party, being the party of the year. I shake my head, this is getting blown way out of proportion, it's just a party. I look some more before my in-box flashes red. I open it, clicking on my new massage. The person is unknown to me, with nothing but a blurry picture of a symbol instead of themselves. Curious, I click open the message.

Kyler,

I hope your prepared.

Your life is about to get a bit drastic. Oh well, more fun for me right?

I'll be seeing you very soon.  

- X

Odd. At first I believe it is a student, but my instincts tell me otherwise. I decide not to tell my parents until there is another occurrence, but to keep my guard up until then. Being more or less shaken up, I am relieved when Shade struts into my room to go lay on my bed. Logging off my laptop, I decide to join him, and try to prepare myself for the chaos that is school in the morning.