The Day {Not official title}

Chapter 13 Eyes {Gavin}

Chapter 13: Eyes {Gavin}

            Oh great, the lovebirds made a cyclone in a public classroom. Worse, I almost lost another guardian, they didn’t erase the witness’ memories, and do you know what I get? Paperwork. Lots and lots of godly paperwork. I can’t trust Rion with this by himself anymore. All he has to do is protect this mortal for the rest of her life. It’s not that hard!

            Oh right, and I have to supervise them now. The kid obviously can’t handle this much responsibility. Yeah, it’s his first mistake, but another one like that, and not only will he be dead, but I will also be deemed responsible for his actions. Unless Hera can convince Zeus to lighten up. Being anonymous is so much work.

            You’ll eventually find out who I am, but right now, I have to enroll in high school. For the 4th time. I, too, am immortal. I don’t know if that Danica is mortal or not, but I know that she has to stay alive. And for Rion, I do feel bad for the kid. He was born a mortal, but he did so many stupid genetic experiments on himself that he eventually found the key to immortality. Good thing all his notes got burned during the process, because he’s really young and young people can be stupid idiots. You’d be amazed at how idiotic humans can be. Too bad he has to live his immortality protecting special girls. Not special as in mentally, or physically, but I mean like godly worthy.

            Oh, I remember the first time I was a freshman. Pretty, popular people separated from the ‘losers’ by the sad power of judgment. The good times, struggling to try to climb that popularity ladder. Many fall back to the bottom when they’re almost there just because of one word, or one small action. And back to school. Hit the books, and bring the swag. Not much harder, Just like everything in life. My life has been so plain. So predictable. I haven’t even met the love of my life. I didn’t know what it was like to love. I haven’t aged at all in the past… hundred years or so. I still look so young (and handsome), like I wasn’t even that old. Now, the only problem. How to blend in with the today teenagers. First of all, I want to make the best first impression I could give. This meant too many trips to the mall, and so many gold bars.

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            About a month later, I had everything planned to the minute. I had everything I needed to get to the top of that ladder. I parked the bright red Cobra-hooded Mustang in the school’s parking lot. I took the key out of the ignition, running my hand over the brand new Italian leather seats and felt proud. I was going to make the jocks look like losers this year. I stepped out of the car and shut the door. I grabbed my backpack from the passenger’s seat and walked toward the front gate, locking the car behind me.

            *sigh* Allen Avery High School. Miss me?

            “Oh RIIIIOOOOOOONNNNN!!!!” I called telepathically in the classic singsong tone.

            “Easy, easy, P. Jesus, it’s like you’re not in my head. Where are you anyway?” he replied.

            “Turn around genius. And shield your eyes,” I walked passed him and down the hall, the big crowd that clogged the hall separated and came together when I passed. I looked stunning. I was wearing heavily painted silver and green Jays with A look that made me look like Rion’s brother. I was in a red shirt that was really tight and showed the indents of my muscles, (although they didn’t rival Rion’s) and a leather maroon jacket with the collar down. You can’t over do anything with skinny jeans and dark sunglasses. I heard remarks come from people, “Hey Rion,” and some said, “Who’s the new guy?” This was my first impression. My signature first impression. Something felt different about the school. It made me feel secure to have my secret weapon hidden in the rubber of my shoes. Two click weapons actually, one in each shoe. Easy access equals no stress.