Holding Out For A Hero

Holding Out For A Hero [Chapter Twenty One]

Authours Notice: Hey guys, so now that it's summer and I'm relatively free from many of my responsibilities, I should be able to write somewhat frequently. Which then means that updates shouldn't take as long anymore, but again, it is summer and they won't always appear every week! However I do hope to have this novel finished by September so that I'll be able to start on my next project! Just thought I'd fill anyone who actually reads the authours notes, but I hope you enjoy today's chapter !!

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Chapter Twenty One

Genevieve’s POV

 

            When the final bell pierced shrilly through the air, I couldn’t tell you how high I sprung from my seat. Evidently high enough to get a loud laugh to slip from Beau’s lips, which made me happier then you could possibly know. Unfortunately getting out of class as quickly as I had gotten my butt up from the seat was a harder task.

 I wanted to wiggle my way beneath the threatening elbows of tall people. I knew that staying as far away as I could from those people would be the best choice. Especially considering they all knew about what had happened during dance tryouts.

            Beau had said nothing about it while we were in the truck. I was grateful for his act of kindness of not speaking about it. At the time all I could really think about was how warm his embrace was and how I wanted to remain curled tightly against him forever. But some form of heads up might’ve been nice before I walked into the cafeteria to meet Georgia for lunch.

            As I pushed open the double swinging doors and stepped into the room of clustered people, I could feel every single eye zoning in on me. They raised their eyebrows and turned to their friends, whispering with a laugh.

            “That’s her,” I heard one girl snicker, “The new girl who made a fool of herself in the middle of dance tryouts. What a loser.”

            Beau was at my side the whole time wearing a content grin of sorts. Just like I had; he managed to catch the one girl snickering to her friend. I’ll never forget the inhumane, growl that scorched like fire from his lips. The girl had never seen anything like that before in her life clearly because she stared at him stunned and wide eyed. Beau merely glared her down until she shrank into herself and scurried away, head tucked down as if she was preparing for him to tear it clean off her shoulders.

            “You should be nicer to people Beau,” I muttered under my breath, just loud enough for him to hear.

            Beau simply smiled around tight lips, picking up a blue lunch tray. He patted the tray against my head before speaking, “A new beginning is not supposed to turn into a bad one for you Eve. As long as people are nice to you, I’ll be nice to them.”

            Rolling my eyes at him was my way of covering up how much that meant to me. I didn’t want him to know that with each passing minute I could feel my feelings growing stronger.

            I had simply grabbed a delicious looking south west chicken salad and a bottle of chocolate milk for lunch. After crying for a good thirty minutes, I had lost my appetite. Really, if it hadn’t of been my first day back, I would’ve likely skipped school. My eyes were so dry, and I was convinced everyone could tell by the puffiness of my eyelids that I had been crying.