Gray Skies

Lunch Madness

By the time I finished most of my classes all I had left were my scholarship classes. Which due to the minimal numbers just let us out early to read up on our assignments. Yeah, I spent most of my days outside a classroom just reading books. By the time lunch time hit I was free to go. But I chose to stay because I didn't feel safe or comfortable at my Aunt's anymore.

Since Dream had a debating meeting and Connor had a lunch time training to attend I usually just sat under the billowing tree by the field. It was quiet and I could watch Connor train at times. I put my gear bag by my side and laid down on the grass. At first I just closed my eyes an chose to breathe in the fresh air, I put my hand on my shoulder and just relaxed. I didn't feel stressed here, I was relaxed and free. It was my favourite spot, other than the gym when it was empty.

I reached into my bag and grabbed my black case out of my bag and slowly put my glasses on before grabbing my book. Aesthetics 101: Intermediate. I had read this book a thousand times and I just keep reading it because one day I'll put out a book like this. Eventually. I usually read this before I read my scholarship books. After about an hour I had moved on to my other readings.

"This is what you consider to busy?" I heard a voice say. I look up and none other than Rebel Drake stood before me adorning the jacket that he kindly lent to me early this morning. I rolled my eyes "What do you want Rebel?" "To know why you blew off a lunch opportunity, when it looks as though your not busy at all" he says with a smirk. Slowly he lowers down to the ground and sits across from me. "Don't you have a class or something to get to?" I ask wanting him to just go away. "Your not the only one who takes scholarship papers..." "I never assumed you didn't. I just never see you around here..." I say reverting back to my book.

"If I knew you were here I would have come more often" he says taking his jacket off revealing his muscle shirt. This guy made it his priority to try and drive women insane. "Don't you have your hourly girl swoons around the school?" I say but it only seemed to make him laugh. "Can't say that I want to give them the satisfaction" "Then why come here?" I instantly say. "I find you very intriguing" he says playing with a blade of grass. I left it silent for a while hoping it was enough to make him leave. It didn't.

I reverted back to the in depth picture of muscles and bones hoping it would be able to distract me. It didn't. Rebel bunched up his jacket and used it as a pillow when he laid down on the grass at the end of my feet. But I tried very hard to focus. "Hey, Mr. Vois had his car towed this morning after class..." I heard him say, I can't say that it didn't make me smile but it did. I looked up for a split second and I heard a snap. Oh no. He didn't...

Yes. Rebel Drake had taken a photo of me while he was propped up on his elbow. I instantly rolled my eyes and knew I shouldn't have shown any kind of attention. "Would you look at that?" he said turning his phone so I could see the photo "I really wish you hadn't done that" was my reply. He rolled back flat on the ground. "Why don't you wear you're glasses all the time?" "I only wear them when I need to" I say closing the book. I look down at him once I placed my glasses on top of my book.

"Why were you here late last night? How did you even get in?" I asked. If he was going to bother me today I might as well know. He just closed his eyes and smiled into the sun, "You're not the only one that Terry lets in after hours". Terry let him in? There's another mystery to add to the pile. "You tell me why you were here and how you hurt your shoulder and I'll start answering your questions" he says flashing his eyes to me. His hair bouncing back slightly. The sun bounced of his skin in a way adding more definition to his jaw.

"I couldn't be at home. I help Terry clean and he lets me into the school sometimes I train... Your turn", I say leaning back against the tree. I nudged him slightly with my foot. "I hate being at home. I like being outside the house..." he says before sitting up to face me once again. "Now about your shoulder..." he says so casually. I flinched hoping I would never have to talk about it to Rebel Drake of all people. But I wasn't one to be unfair. That would be cheating.