Anything But Ordinary

Chapter 9

Chapter Nine

Reagan

When the final bell rang, Reagan wasn't any closer to solving her problems, than she was to getting a B in Chemistry.  Exiting into the crowded halls from her last class, she stealthily moved toward her locker.  Spinning her combination, she still hadn't seen hide nor tail of Christian. Releasing her breath in relief she focused on getting her things together to take home.

Opening the door, she admired the pictures she had taped on the inside.  Her favorite celebrities; Kenneth Nixon, Jeon Jungkook, Theo James, and Lee Jong Suk.  'They are just painfully attractive.  That kind of pain in your heart because you know they might as well be fictional characters.'  

"I don't believe I'll ever understand your love of anime and k-dramas." Charlie complained from behind Reagan's locker door.  He said anime like ah-nime giving the i a long sound.  'So irritating.' She groaned aloud.

  "Do you want to die?" She asked shutting the door.

They worked their way through the halls, stopping only to find Ryan, then out the doors. 

The rain from the day before had evaporated in the sun and now hung in the air like vast creature breathing; hot and damp everywhere. 

"I know you like those shows but do you have to find ways to use their languages in your vocabulary?" Charlie decided to continued their previous conversation.

"Yes! I love languages. You know that." She grinned.  Really and Truly she loved languages.  The way they sounded.  How you could vent angrily and no one would know what you were saying. 

"Yeah, I know."  Charlie nodded.

"Plus the guys are hot." she laughed , "Heck I'd settle for an accent at this point," she joked.

"That can be arranged," The unmistakably British voice spoke loudly from a few cars over. 

Christian was casually leaning against the hood of his car.  His head was down.  On closer inspection you could see he was reading A Midsummer Night Dream.  'Walked into that one didn't I?'

"Is this the guy you gave a clear answer to?" Ryan whisper yelled.  She cringed internally, and nodded. 

The book Christian had been reading closed with a snap.  The sound causing her to look at him.  His eyes ensnared her in their gaze.  That piercing green fire that practically burned her physically.

"Oh I got a clear answer," he spoke while holding her captive.  Releasing her just as quickly, he got in his car and drove away.

"Anyone else feel lost?" Ryan broke the tension.  "Like maybe he was saying more than he was actually saying?"

"Let's just go," she pushed them toward the car.  "No I'm serious." Ryan persisted.  "I think we're missing something."

"Shut Up." she whispered growled. 

Reagan hadn't been home very long before her message tone went off.  "I swear if that's Clarissa telling me that Ryan is still going on about Christian I'm gonna kill him in his sleep." 

It was from that strange unknown number.  "My beautiful girl, O that you were mine.  I could take care of you and shield you from life's problems.  Soon the day will come when you will see what will always be." 

'Ugh, will he just not let this go?'  Typing out her reply, "Christian, could you please just leave me alone?!" She hit send.  'Maybe he'll take the hint.' 

While she waited for a reply, she started cleaning her room.  Realizing she was down to her last clean pair of underwear, her next priority was laundry.  "How do I end up with more towels than clothes in here?"

"Reagan," her mother called from across the house.  "Yeah?" she followed her voice into the living room.  Where she found Justin Hartley on screen and her mother watching with rapt attention. 

"Mom?"  "Mom."  "MOTHER!" she finally yelled.

"What?" Her mother finally answered, after pausing The Young and the Restless.  Reagan refrained from rolling her eyes.  "Mom, you called me." she reminded her.

"Oh right, your dad wanted me to let you know that he needs the house to be spick and span by the time he gets home today."  Having passed along her message, she returned to her god. 

Reagan looked around the house, nothing had changed in the past couple of days.  Dishes still needed to be done.  There were still tools scattered throughout the house, and to top it all off her dad would be getting home in two hours.

Retrieving her mp3 player and turning on her cleaning playlist, she grumbled mutinously, "I'm gonna need a fairy godmother one of these days."