Blue-Eyed Secrets

Chapter 1

Tes

CRACK! My plate clatters to the floor and I'm lifted into the air effortlessly. I yelp in terror, but it doesn't faze him.

"Put me down!" I scream and bang on his back.

I'm currently hanging upside down on my best friend, Bryant's back because I took the last piece of bacon. Did I mention he's extremely immature?

"Not until you make more bacon," Bryant demands, pulling a package of bacon out of his fridge.

"Nope," I say popping the 'p'. I grab ahold of his pitch-black hair and yank, which causes him to drop me on the floor.

"Ow, you're mean," I whine, pouting like a two-year-old.

"You're the one who just pulled a chunk of hair out of my head. Jeez Tes." Bryant rubs his head where I pulled. I look down at my hand and see that there is indeed hair between m clenched fingers.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't think I pulled that hard," I say in confusion. I would never have pulled that hard intentionally. That's so weird.

Bryant extends a pale hand to help me up. I've gotten used to the paleness of his skin from all the years we've been friends, but other people make fun of him for it. It doesn't help that he has these blue eyes that seem like they are glowing from time to time.

I first met Bryant Peters in pre-school. It was recess, and I had succeeded in retrieving one of the swings for myself. The other swings filled up fast as usual. Bryant wasn't even running for a swing; he was walking confidently. Bryant came up to me, stopped my swing and then pushed me off.

I sat on the ground briefly in shock because when his hands came into contact with my arm, they burned me. It didn't hurt, but it still caught me off guard. I was a little kid though, so I didn't dwell on it long. Being the fierce little girl that I was, I got back up and began demanding he give my swing back. Eventually we both ended up getting punished.

Our school had a time out room, so we both had to sit and there and work it out. Bryant went right in, sat down and didn't even say anything to me. That made me angry because it was his fault we were even in time out so I went over to him and pushed him out of his chair. As he was falling I could've sworn that his eyes flashed. Like a light-up toy, but I ignored it.

Then I added, while extending my hand to him. "Now we're even. Hi, my name is Tes Elliot." He looked at me like I was crazy, but I didn't care. I felt compelled to make this strange boy my friend. It was almost if some invisible force was pulling me towards him.

After a couple seconds he smiled. "My name is Bryant Peters, Tes Elliot." He accepted my hand and I helped him up.

We've been best friends ever since.

I don't care what people think about Bryant though. I'll always stick by his side no matter what. Him and Skigh are the only people I can always count on; we're almost like the three musketeers. 

Unfortunately, unlike Bryant, I am quite popular. I don't know why and I'm not a fan of it, but people are always trying to be my friend. Bryant says it's because I have a certain aura about me; whatever that means.

Even though I don't like the attention I'm always getting, I try to be as friendly as possible. I don't like to be mean to people or push them away because you never know what they are going through; they might need someone to be nice to them. Except Bryant, I tease him a ton, but he does it right back so it's okay. That's the kind of friendship we have.

"Hey Bryant, we're taking my car to school today," I say mischievously. My car is a bright pink punch buggy, and Bryant absolutely hates it. He prefers his mustang his parents left him; what a guy.