Hidden in the Immortals (Book #1)

Chapter 7

When you were kids, getting into a fight with your best friend seemed like the end of the world. You felt like you would never have anyone to tell you inner most secrets too, have late night conversations with, or have movie nights with, ever again. One to two days later however, the friendship would be fixed like nothing had ever happened. That's what it had been like for me and Chad; until this fight.

Five days had passed since his little meltdown at the coffee shop and he still hadn't apologized. In fact, not even a word had been spoken between us. I wasn't about to be the first one to talk, he's the one who needed to apologize before that happened. I didn't completely believe what Chad did and said was out of jealously; I think he just believes he has some protection over me because I haven't really dated anyone and he's afraid of me getting hurt.

First period, Monday morning, was yet another silent and hostile class. Since Chad and I had stopped talking, I had been taking a lot more notes than I usually did. I wasn't a slacker though. I always did my homework on time and aced most of the tests I took. The only class I didn't excel in, was gym. Up until now, of course. Mr. Beckett, the gym teacher, was shocked and confused as to how I seemed to become more athletic overnight. I lied and told him that I had simply started running.

Now, Chad was very smart and knew the material for all of his classes, even English, but he hardly ever did the assignments because of his burning hatred for Mr. Nelson. He did enough to pass the class, but not much more than that. Gym was the only class he had gotten straight A's in since grade school, and now I knew why.

"Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine, making the green one red." Mr. Nelson read aloud from Macbeth. He brought his head up and looked to our table. "Mr. Addams," He called from behind his podium. Chad's head poked up from the doodles he was working on. "What do you think Macbeth was saying here?" He asked with a small grin.

Chad cleared his throat and sat up straight. He wore a smug grin. "Well, Macbeth was feeling guilty for murdering Duncan and he felt the blood would never be wiped away even after he washed his hands." He answered haughtily. "Oh, and 'incarnadine' is sixteenth century Latin for a pinkish red color, which is obviously an adjective; but here Shakespeare uses it as a verb in the sense of to redden the ocean." He finished and crossed his arms, still sporting the smug grin. Mr. Nelson stood there with a surprised look on his face. "I know, I'm pretty and smart. Don't stereotype, Nelson."

Mr. Nelson chuckled. "Very good, Chad." He replied in an almost cocky voice. Chad looked at him questionably in an attempt to figure out where he was going with this. "You seem to know a lot about bloody hands," Chad took a deep inhale and his jaw clenched. "Are you feeling guilty? Do I have to contact someone?" The class laughed at this.

"No, Mr. Nelson, that won't be necessary." Chad retorted with a spring in his voice. "What about you? It sounds to me like you're projecting. Are you feeling guilty about something?" The class laughed again; enjoying Mr. Nelson and Chad's seemingly harmless witty banter as usual.

Mr. Nelson huffed and slowly made his way over to our table. Then he placed both of his hands down on it in front of Chad and leaned in toward him. "Not. Even. Slightly." He hissed in a low voice. "Detention tonight again, Addams." Mr. Nelson told him as he backed away. "Till seven; once again."

Chad groaned and threw his head back in annoyance. "Really?! Seven?!" He fumed. "I feel like I should be able to be home for supper."

Mr. Nelson let out an awful chuckle as he made his way back behind his podium. He closed the book and looked back at Chad. "I'm sure your mother, will wait for you." His voice sort of taunting. "She has nobody else to wait for." He whispered this so quietly Chad and I were the only ones to hear it. I looked at Chad in shock and he looked at me for a second and I could see the fury in his eyes.