Witness to a Love Story

Five: Sooner or Later

As we left Snyder's office, Jay grumbles. "Is he even allowed to do that?"

"Why do you think we had to sign the files?" I rhetorically ask.

Jay just sighs. "What are we even suppose to do, kitty?"

I'm walking Jay to his next class, which is English. The Bell has already rung, so neither of us were in a big hurry. Jay has appointed me his personal tour guide for the day. It isn't a position I really want. However, it is a good excuse to be late for class.

I look over at Jay as we walk. He sounds a bit irritated and on edge. So I try calming him down by explaining things to him. "Relax, piercings. I've done this before. We just pick up trash on the field or clean the classrooms. The janitor is a funny, old man named Juan. You'll like him."

"How reassuring, kitty." Jay says sarcastically. Apparently, what I said didn't help.

I stop right in front of Jay's class. His attitude is annoying me. Putting my hand on my hips, I say in sassy tone. "You're the one that told him two weeks."

Jay gets defensive. "You're the one that told him three!" He starts baring his teeth at me.

I lift my head up. "'Cause I know he won't listen to me." Jay lets out a frustrated sigh and I glare. I continue, "I've dealt with him for years. You should have let me handle it, piercings."

I think I pushed a button or something with that last remark because Jay snaps at me. "I don't need you or anyone else telling me what I should or shouldn't do!" I'm surprised and take a step back. Jay, still pissed off, storms into his class.

And I'm left hanging in the desolate hallway. I lean against the wall. Somehow, my heart feels a bit heavy. Is this what they call feeling bad?

I pick up my head and look around. I scoff. Not like there's anyone around that I can ask. Besides, he would have left sooner or later. Better sooner than later.

Besides, we've had many fights before. Hell, our first conversation was a fight. I don't think we can talk without fighting. So why am I feeling bad about this one? It's not like I did anything wrong.

Crossing my arms, I push off from the wall and start making my way to class. My thoughts keep bugging me, though. Suddenly, I stop and gasp.

Don't tell me that I'm thinking of Jay as a friend! Is that why I feel bad about this fight?

Shaking my head, I dismiss myself. No. Me and that dork aren't friends. Not in the slightest. He's just part of my plan for taking down Sharon. I don't know what role he will be playing, yet. But I'm just using him.

That's it! We aren't friends. We can't be friends. Otherwise this plan will never work. And it would only make things complicated. The less friends, the better.

With that I continue on my way to class. Or so I told myself, but my feet lead me to the football field instead. I sit down on the bleachers and my thoughts just won't stop. It's like someone flipped a switch and tapped it up so I can't turn it off. And that someone is stuck in a dumb history class.

"Stupid Jay," I mumble as I lean back and look up at the sky.

"You're not a bad fighter." I hear someone with an Irish accent say from down below.

I narrow my eyes and look down. I've seen the kid before. He transferred half way through the school year last year. Never paid him any mind, though. Too busy dealing with Sharon last year. Just the thought of her puts me in a bad mood. "What do you want?" I snap at him.

He puts his hands up and gives me a friendly smile. "Just looking for a chat, miss."

"My name isn't 'miss', it's Beatrice." I bare my teeth at him. I'm in no mood to talk to some Irish ginger.

I guess the dude takes that as me being friendly, though. He walks up the bleachers and stops about a couple feet away from me. "I'm Shamin Nugent."

"What kind of last name is that?" I make a face.

He lets out a nervous laugh. "It's Irish. Anyways, I overheard you in the cafeteria. Before the fight, if you can even call it that."

A triumphant smile takes over my face. "Yeah. Sean was a wuss. So, what did you hear at lunch?"

"Oh, just about you taking down an angel. That 'angel' wouldn't happen to be Sharon Rayes is it?" The smile that I had thought was friendly becomes sinister.

I scoff and give him an evil grin back. "Yeah. That succubus. What about her?" I lean forward, a bit interested in this Shamin.

"Well, it's not really her, but rather her boyfriend that I hate. What do you say we team up and take them both down?" Shamin tilts his head, keeping that smile on his face.

Nathan is my goal, but if he has no self-confidence, it'll be easier to nab him. Of course, that means using Shamin as well. But that's fine with me.

Besides, Jay said he doesn't need me. My guess is that he's left. I can't count on Jay anymore for this plan. Shamin will make a fine replacement.

I put my hand out for a handshake. Shamin takes it and kisses the back of it. I raise an eyebrow, but don't ask about it. Instead, I pull my hand away and ask, "So what do you have against the Nathan Markey?"

"That's for another day, love." With that Shamin turns and heads back down to the field.

"Oh, one more thing, Shamin!" I call after him.

He stops. When he looks up, there's a glint in his brown eye that grips my heart with fear. "Yes, love?" Shamin's tone sounds a bit different from before. Not so friendly anymore.

"How did you know where to find me?" I'm grateful that Shamin is away and can't see when I tremble.

"I'll tell you all when the time comes, love." Shamin turns and leaves.

I hug myself, feeling a bit cold. I shiver and curse Jay.