Souls

Chapter 3- Roses

As we pull up to school I hear a buzzing noise come from Ivy's seat. It's her phone. It keeps ringing and I look over to see if she hears it too, which, to my surprise, she looks un-phased by the buzzing of her phone.

Is she deaf? "God, will you answer it already?!" I groan, parking the car in the student lot next to a black BMW which I'm certain belongs to Damien.

"Sorry, it's Beau. He won't stop calling!" she complains.

Oh, poor thing. A nice guy won't leave you alone for once!

I roll my eyes, "Beau is nice guy. Can you just talk to him and shut up your irritating phone!" I unbuckle my seatbelt, turn off the ignition, and grab my bag, exiting the car. She does the same then accepts the call, "Hello?" she says nonchalantly, "Yes...No just meet me after first" I hear the annoyance in her voice.

We walk towards the entrance of the school and I spot Damien in a heartbeat. He's wearing a navy blue cotton shirt and khakis. He looks so handsome.

I walk over to him, seeing his caramel eyes light up with amazement. He grins, "Wow, Emmy, You look... stunning"

I blush. He takes his hand behind his back, surprising me with red roses. Ugh, he's so charming!

I take them and kiss him briefly, "Thank you, Damien". He scratches the top of his head, trying not to look embarrassed. Aw. I take his hand and intertwine it with mine. We start walking to my class as he talks about his AP test he's been studying really hard for. I pray he doesn't bring up my dream from last night but clearly God declines them when I hear Damien bring it up,

"I'll explain later, it's too long to share with you at the moment and I'm already at my class" I kiss him and thank him again for the flowers before leaving.

"Emmy?" I hear his voice and turn back around, "Yeah?" I question.

"I think you should talk to Ivy about it..."

I gasp. He did not just say that.

"She knows more than she let's on" he half smiles, knowing that I am in awe at what he said. He walks away before I can even process a response.

I shake it off and enter my algebra class. He better be joking.

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I am walking to 3rd hour when a tall figure stops me in my tracks.

"Excuse me?" I look up to see a boy standing before me. He has dirty blonde hair and dark green eyes. He is fairly tan and his body looks ripped. Beautiful.

Although his wardrobe... not so much. He's wearing a murky green T-shirt and light blue jeans as well as loafers for shoes.

"Yes?" I take him in as he smiles,

"Um, yes, sorry I'm new here, and I was just wondering if you could show me where the art hallway is" he sticks out his hand, expecting me to shake it.

"I am Willow by the way" I disregard his gesture and he puts his hand back to his waist-side.

"Yeah, it's down the hallway and to the left" I direct.

"Sorry, I'm not so good with directions, could you escort me there." He smirks.

I know he is flirting with me but I pretend not to notice and just do him the favor. We walk in silence and at last we reach his destination.

"Thank you. I didn't quite get your name, what is it, beautiful?" Ugh. Can this guy get any more cheesy?

"Emory" I respond nonchalantly,

"Lovely name. I hope to see you around...Emory" He chuckles.

Is my name funny or something? I don't know if he knows' this but his name is Willow for crying out loud... Whatever.

I turn around and bump into my sister, of all people.

Great. "Watch where you're going, Ivy" I spit.

"I need to talk to you. "

Willow comes up in between us and asks if we are related.

We're fraternal. We look NOTHING alike so what in Mom's name makes him possibly ask a question like that?

"Yeah. We're twins, I'm Ivy" She smiles sweetly, fluttering her eyes and sticks out her hand.

Ugh, I could punch her sometimes. I'm guessing Willow is now bachelor #17.

He shakes her hand and I walk away, hoping not to be late for class.

Mrs. Calderon will kill me if I'm late again.

I start walking and Ivy calls out my name. I pretend not to hear but that doesn't stop her from trying to get my attention cause I glance back I see her sprinting after me.

What could she possibly want now?!

I halt and wait for her to catch up. God, she's a slow runner.

"What do you want?" I growl.

"I... Mom.." She's out of breath, wheezing.

"What? Spit it out!!! What about my mom?!" I cry.

After her death, Ivy and I never spoke about her to one another. We stopped speaking entirely for 2 whole weeks. We didn't want to face the fact that the only reason Ivy and I ever got along was because Mom enforced it.

"I saw Mom." she says almost at a whisper.

My knees buckle and I fall to the floor, what did she just say?

My mother is... alive?

This cannot be happening.