The G.I.F.T academy

the G.I.F.T academy chapter1

I stared at Marcus from across the room while everyone was chanting Ryan to drink. He looked up and our eyes met for a few seconds. I was wondering  when he was going to feel me staring at him. I stopped staring across the room and looked up. ''Hey babe, what's up?'' he said to me. I was a little pissed at him for not spending much time with me. But not all that pissed. I mean he was my boyfriend. And I loved him.

 My boyfriend wasn't human...But so what? Everyone at the academy already knew that. That was how he got to where I'm standing so damn fast.

''I missed you,'' I said.

 ''I know. I missed you too," He said going behind  me and wrapping his arms around my waist, resting his head on my shoulder. He's warm.

''Hey Marcus! Get your ass over here! It's your turn to drink. You have to drink 26 shots without vomiting,'' yelled Adrian over the noise that everyone was making.

 I sighed, ''I hate when we celebrate something.''

And unfortunately, we were. We were celebrating Tyler's return home from Paris. See how I didn't say 'safe return home'? Well because it wasn't. He almost killed the girl that he was sleeping with when he was there because he didn't know that she was the enemy (and she didn't know about him earthier). Tyler had a broken leg ,a arm and a few broken ribs from getting  secret codes. They were stolen while on a plane from Russia to France but France never got them and the two countries started to panic and told the president of the United States to help get them  figure out what  happened to the codes. So they tried. But we tried harder and got them back.

At the academy, we have students from grade one to grade twelve here. But we aren't allowed to go on missions until we're eighteen. It’s because we have so much to learn and need to be ready for anything (Clearly, Tyler wasn't ready.) Even though his gift was that he could make anyone believe him with a snap of his fingers.

''No man. Not tonight, Cecilia and I have some catching up to do,'' said Marcus.

 ''Uh oh!'' said everyone else in the room.

I could feel my cheeks getting hotter. Cole smirked, I tried to get Marcus' arms away from me so that I could walk faster but he had a good grip on me. Like always. When he finally loosened his grip on me he took my hand and led me to a hallway. Our hallway.

 It was hard to keep secrets here at the G.I.F.T academy , but we did. We found it ever since we started dating which was 2 years ago. He looked both ways then at the ceiling and down towards the floor. Hell, he looked everywhere just to make sure that no one knew how to get into our hidden place.

The way we found it was pretty weird now that l thought about it. I was only here for about 3 months then Marcus and I started dating. We were in the hallway. Alone. I was against the wall and he was in front of me both hands planted on either side of me. At first, we were kissing playfully and flirty but then, it changed to intense and hungry. I could feel Marcus's hand going up my shirt. His lips moved away from mine and onto my neck. My mind was spinning out of control. He was still kissing my neck but his hand kept going up, up, up. A moan slipped from his lips. My heart was banging against my ribs wanting to be let out. I closed my eyes tightly and put my hands behind my back. They touched the cool stone of the wall. But I could still feel his lips on my skin leaving it on fire while he went lower and lower down my neck. I pressed my palms flat against the stone. Before I knew it, Marcus moved away from me.

 ''What the hell?'' he said in disbelief.

 My eyes shot open and I studied his eyes which told me that something was behind me. Slowly, I turned around. At first I didn’t see what he was talking about until I turned completely and looked at it more closely. It was the stone wall that I was touching before. Well, at least I thought it was until I saw that it was moving. Little ripples all across it. It was the same colour as the wall I was touching a few moments ago, but it looked hollow, not solid anymore. Marcus stayed where he was just staring at it. I moved closer to it, wanting to know what it was exactly (My curiosity got the best of me). I put my right hand in front of it. Nothing happened. I stuck my index finger out, ready to see what would happen (if anything was going to happen).

 ''Babe don't touch it! What if something happened?'' he asked this in a whisper.

But I forgot where we were and forgot that he was there at all that I jumped and let out a yelp. We were silent for five whole minutes, scared that someone would see this too. I waited impatiently until I heard Marcus let go of his breath (I was terrible at holding mine).  I glared at him. He glared back.

I turned around putting my back towards him and focused back to the wall. I put out my index finger again and this time he didn't stop me. Instead, he moved closer and put his whole left hand through it before I could even put my one finger through. I kicked him but he didn't do anything but looked down at me and gave me one of his 'who did it first? I did!' kind of smiles.

Rolling my eyes, I stepped through it. Thinking that he was going to go in after me, not knowing that he was already across the room exploring. There was nothing in the room but an old TV and a very old sofa. I wanted to yell at him but I didn't. By the end of the night when we left our new hiding place Marcus said that no one else knew about the place (who was alive anyway). But I was still unsure so the next day I went to where the door of our hidden place was and saw that it was solid again. Marcus was right. No one else knew about it.

 But Marcus still doesn't open the door even though he checked everywhere. I left all the 'make sure we're clear' stuff to him because well he could hear better and see better than I could. Even Amanda's hummingbird that was 2 floors up from where we are standing right now. After standing there for what felt like a life time l got bored.

 "I don't think anyone's here,'' I said and balanced all my weight on my left foot (my right fell asleep.)

''No, some is here. I can hear their footsteps.''

"Who's?"

He never told me who, who was unless I asked. It wasn't not my gift, it was Sasha's. If you walk around a room for five minutes straight she could know who you were. Even if you changed the speed of your steps from slow and carless one day and the next day to fast and skillful she still knew who from whom. That was how she got into the GIFT. It stands for Industry For The Gifted.

The founder of the GIFT is Luciano Kalipio.

He was from Italy but moved to the U.S. when he was 18. He had black curly hair, dark eyes, tall, tanned, and very gifted. His gift was that he could talk to the dead. I wonder what that would be like...