The Dark Side of the Moon

Chapter 15: Kyle and Florence

-Kyle’s P.O.V-

The sun beat down fiercely upon my form as I lazed about against the school bleachers. I was definitely out of place lounging against the warm metal, watching a senior’s class participate in sport, but I was here for one thing: Florence Gray was in this class.

I kept my facial expression the same as Florence stole a glance in my direction. She visibly squinted at me and her mouth gaped open, no doubt surprised that I was here. Her soccer partner looked irritated and kicked the ball straight at her figure, without her even facing him. But luckily she turned around just in time, only to slip and fall over. By the way she was limping towards the bleachers now, I’d say she had injured her ankle lightly, but I was no doctor.

When she reached the rows of seats, she collapsed in the nearest one, not five metres away from me. The boy helping her along was the same one from her gym class, and I noted this with disgust. He sneered at me and asked quietly if she’d like him to stay and sit with her, but she declined and waved him off. After he’d sulkily sauntered back to his class, I slowly walked over to her.

“Florence Gray,” I said. “We still need to talk.”

“What do you want with me?” she growled, glaring at me.

I crouched down until I was at her level, staring coldly into her eyes. “What do you remember from the night of your attack?”

She stared at me wordlessly, and began to fiddle with the laces on her shoes. Looking down, a few strands of hair fell over her face and she irritably brushed them back. “Why do you want to know so badly? It’s a little painful for me to remember being mauled by a wild animal” she spat.

I flinched at the name but quickly managed to cover it up. “And the fact that you say it wasn’t a wolf is a little confusing...” I trailed off, gesturing for her to explain. Her light blue eyes darted over to the soccer field quickly and then back to me.

“The doctor laughed in my face when I told him it wasn’t a bear. No one would believe me otherwise...” she ground her shoe into the dirt and traced patterns absentmindedly. “I don’t want to be the subject of the newest rumour in town, as you can tell.”

“So do you remember anything odd about that night?” I pressed, gauging her reaction closely.

Her brow creased as she thought about it, but she shook her head slowly. “Nothing especially comes to mind.”

I nodded to myself. This girl was really clueless about her attack. Granted she was still in a little shock obviously, she wasn’t curious as to why wolves were in Banff, or why they looked genetically different to their normal counterparts.

“How long were you in hospital for?” I asked her. She looked caught off guard before replying. “Two days, why?”

I eased out of my crouch and stood to my full height, looking down at Florence. “It was nice talking to you,” I offered, not answering her question. Two days? How the hell could somebody heal full body wounds in two days?

“Wait!” She called when I had begun to walk back to the parking lot where my polished motorbike was awaiting. “Why are you here - I mean in Banff? You look a little out of place if you don’t mind my saying,” she mumbled embarrassedly.

Immediately my mind flashed back to a beautiful female face, with long, flowing blonde hair that swished in the wind and a pair of warm, hazel eyes that held a hint of mischief. I gazed coolly back at Florence and narrowed my eyes. She couldn’t possibly know, could she?

“Personal business,” I forced out frostily, watching as her expression morphed into disappointment. And without looking back, I strode to where my bike was eagerly lingering and kicked it into life. It purred familiarly and I revved the engine, swinging out of the school grounds and hitting the road at a way faster speed than was allowed.