The Catalyst

Chapter 4

CHAPTER FOUR

                Sony

    I waved goodbye to the nurse, who I was pretty sure now thought I was freak, unlike, thankfully, Maroonsin. I walked towards my locker. When I got there Kirklyne was waiting for me, my bag and books in hand. I rushed up and hugged her. I wanted to kiss her.

“Thank you thank you thank you!”

She grinned and laughed.

“I’m pretty sure you would have done the same . . .” she eyed me, “right?”

We laughed.

“Are you sure you are okay?” she asked worriedly.

“Yes, Kirk, I’m fine, but I won’t be if I miss Latin!” I exclaimed, laughing. She stuffed my books and bag at me.

“Not to mention Mr. Elgar will kill me if I am late! My math grade is already bad as it is!” she started running down the hall, she looked backed over her shoulder. “Talk to you later, Sony!” she yelled, running to make in all the way across the school. I laughed and shook my head. I unlocked my locker and stuffed my history book in it and grabbed my Advanced Latin textbook. My father had forced me into learning Latin, since it is the native language of the Underworld, or Hell, as most people call it. Yeah, my father was basically what most human’s would call Satan. Puts a whole new spin on “the spawn of the devil” doesn’t it?

I closed my locker and headed to Mrs. Alberic’s class. 

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Ironically, Mrs. Alberic’s name suited her quite well. She was a small, petite woman with Fae-like features. Her name meant “Elf Ruler”. Somehow, though, we really didn’t think it was coincidence that she married a man with a Latin last name . . . She was a good teacher none the less.

I walked into class with a minute to spare. I scanned the room for empty seats. There were never empty seats when everyone was present. Unfortunately for me, though, the one seat left was the one next to my least favorite person- well thing technically- in the entire school- Stormle. I groaned and slid into my seat. Stormle gave me a slithery grin, making me want to gag. He was like that big bully, except he actually had a weapon against you.

I set my bag on the floor as the bell rung and pulled out my Latin textbook and notebook. He tapped my leg with his toe. I ignored him. He tapped my leg, again, and again, and again. I huffed and turned to him.

“What do you want, Stormle?” I hissed. He grinned evilly.

“Ah, come on Ghosty, you know you love me,” he sang. I curled my lip at him.

“Bite me,” I growled. He flashed me a set teeth that had two very sharp canines.

“My pleasure,” he purred. I cringed and faced the teacher.

Disgusting wannabe demons. I hate vampires.

“Gratias tibi non,” I replied Latin, not looking at him

“What, scared of getting bit, demon girl?” he laughed in a snarky tone. I whipped my head to face and clenched my jaw.

“Excuse me?” I hissed. A triumphant grin slid onto his lips.

“You heard me. It’s been going around since this morning. Don’t you just love gossip?” he said batting his eyelashes at me. I rolled my eyes.