deathly love

Ch.9 Whatever Happened to Peace on Earth?

It was like suddenly, for once in my life, and for reasons i couldn't destinguish, my life was falling into place. I had a best friend and a new, gorgeous friend by the name of Damien. Go ahead. Call me crazy. I call myself lucky.

Damien and I walked to my first period class together, happy as preps in Abercrombie.

He stared into my eyes like he always did, sweet, sensative, and with a hint of mystery. I always felt like he was hiding something, something big, from me, but i never asked. It didn't matter. All that mattered was that we were here. Right now. Together.

"Here's your stop, sunshine." Damien smirked, and I had to look down to make sure that the warm feeling I had wasn't my pee running down my legs. "Already?" I asked in a sad voice as he held his arm out, ushering me in the classroom.

Damien nodded. "Sorry. I will miss you, lovely." I loved the names Damien called me, and I felt my face flush. I was still nervous and clumsy around him, but not like I had been.

I took a deep breath and let out my sigh. "Okay," I said, but not wanting to leave his side. I walked somberly into my classroom, wishing to hurry and get it over with so I could spend the time in between classes with Damien.

My history teacher's name was Mr. Galreath, but we all called him Mr. Goliath because he couldn't have wighed any less that 400 pounds, and, at 4'11", that wasn't good.

"Um, hello, class," he said in his extremely nasily voice. "Turn to, um, page 419 in your, um, books and begin reading chapter 13 about the, um, ancient Mayans. I am going to go to the teacher's lounge to, um, copy some papers." Mr. Goliath always said "um" in his sentences, especially when he was lying or hiding the truth.

Mr. Goliath walked out of the room to "copy some papers" (which really meant he was going to go eat some more).

The moment he closed the door behind him, spit balls were hurdled at me from every direction. They connected with my face, arms, and clothing. I spun around, looking all around me at the several crying football players. Tears rolled down their faces, and they were laughing so hard, no noise was coming out of their mouths. Knowing that I couldn't do anything about their taunting and spit ball throwing made me even angrier than them actually doing it.

I sat through the rest of class, knowing that Mr. Goliath wasn't going to come back in until the bell rang, and knowing that I would have to give in to their torture.

When class was over, I slunked out into the hallway, hair over my face, head held low. I was on my way to the bathroom to clean out all of the spit balls.Through the splits in my hair, I looked in front of me. That's when I saw Krystian. Then it hit me. I hadn't seen Gregory in well over a week.

Not wanting to converse with Krystian after what happened, but knowing that I had to in order to know where Gregory was, I walked over to him and tapped him on the shoulder.

"Hey," I said in an airy, whispery voice. He looked me up and down and smirked. "Hey, kid." Krystian was a senior this year, so he called everyone below him kid. I rolled my eyes, and his smile grew larger. "Where has Gregory been?" I asked, gritting my teeth as I pronounced his name. Krystian shrugged. "I don't know. He hasn't bothered to call or text me for a while, so a week or so ago, I called him after school. He didn't pick up. I don't know where he was or what he was doing, but at this point, I honestly don't fucking care." My mind drifted back to the night at the park in Greg's car. When I saw Krystian calling, it had been because Gregory hadn't been talking to him. I wondered why, but then remembered something extremely important: I didn't care.

I walked away, not even bothering to say anything else to the person that had stolen Greg away from me. "Fuck this," I thought. I walked out of the front doors of the school, even though it was only time for the second period of the day. I had to find out what had happened to Gregory and fast, though I had an awful feeling in the pit of my stomach that told me I didn't want to know.