Angels Can't Die

Chapter 6

I know this is a little late, but like. I found a picture of Little Leon and Im in love. This is how I imagine him to be. ^
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Arabella was very quiet beside me. I wasn't sure if it was because of what she had just witnessed or the fact that she just wasn't a very talkative person. Either way her silence was killing me.

"We should race again sometime." I told her, breaking the uncomfortable silence that had settled between us.

She nodded her head and thought about it for a moment before speaking up. "You'll need to do some more practicing. I was hoping for some competition." Her gaze flickering over to me before setting forward again.

I couldn't help but smirk at her comment. She had a point there though. If we were to race next time I wouldn't let her win. I'd give everything that I got.

I took the chance to study her now, trying to figure her out by a glance. She was wearing black jeans and a dark blue sweater, black worn out sneakers on her feet. She didn't seem like one of those girls who was always flirting and worrying about makeup. She had a harder exterior.

It was like she could feel my gaze on her for she turned and looked at me, a slight look of confusion in her eyes. "What is it?" She asked me, stopping to turn and face me fully.

I did the same, titling my head as I looked down at her. "Nothing. Just thinking is all."

She pressed her lips together as if to saying something else but she stopped, sighing lightly and looking at the floor. Her eyes lifted to meet mine once again. "Where's the class?" She asked to which I motioned to the door on her right.

Without another word Arabella turned and headed through the door, not even bothering to take her schedule from me.

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°Arabella Seto°

Maybe I'm being too hard on Dylan. He doesn't seem like that bad a person.

I've never really been close to anyone except once when I was in grade school. We were practically inseparable.

I can still remember the day I walked up onto his porch and told him I was leaving. He started crying and begged me not to leave but I didn't have a choice.

At that time, Ryder had been my rock. He was like the brother I had never had. He was everything to me.

His green eyes were always so warm and welcoming. Always filled with happiness. I found peace in knowing that I had caused that happiness. Maybe if I tried I could find the same thing in Dylan.

The morning went by slowly but I eventually found myself sitting in the cafeteria. I hadn't spoken to anyone. My father had advised against it. There wasn't much I could do but follow his commands.

Dylan seemed to find me though, bringing over the boy I recognised was with him at the race. "Do you mind if we join you?" He asked before sliding into the spot across from mine.

He didn't even wait for my answer.

His friend had a smile on his face, showing off the dimples in his cheeks. He had blue eyes and blonde hair, where as Dylan had dark brown hair and eyes to match.

"I'm Jason." He spoke up offering me a hand to shake.

"Arabella." I answered back, giving his hand a shake put of respect.

"You were incredible at that race the other day." He told me, titling his head slightly. "Its a good thing Dylan was racing and not me." He puffed out his cheeks and shook his head before smiling again.

I couldn't help but smile back, nodding a little. "My dad trained me. He was a good racer." I told him to which my smile disappeared.

Dylan's eyes were burning into me. I could feel his gaze and it distracted me for just a moment. I looked over at him to find he looked almost puzzled, studying me.

They weren't focused on my face though, they were focused on my neck.

Then it hit me.

I shrugged my shoulders a little and rested my elbows on the table to hide the bruise coming up just over the collar of my sweater.

Dylan noticed this and lifted his gaze to my face, pressing his lips together in a slight scowl. He knew more then I could even explain.

I reached out onto the table to pluck a piece of fruit off of Jason's tray. I needed to change the subject and change it quickly. "Ill be at the track again on Friday. In the evening." I said.

Jason's eyes lit up and he looked over at Dylan. He seemed to be deep in thought as the blonde boy spoke up again. "Dude we should totally go and meet up with her. It would be so much fun."

Dylan once again looked over at me as he answered. "Yeah, lets do it. Ill let you drive this time."

Jason stood up and pumped his fist in the air, cheering triumphantly. He was obviously happy with this arrangement.

People looked over and gave weird looks but Jason didn't really care. He sat down a few moments later, clearing his throat as he attempted to keep a straight face. "Great. So we'll meet you there then."

I couldn't help but start laughing, Dylan joining in afterwards. I needed to keep something going to keep him off my trail. I knew as soon as we were alone Dylan would start questioning. I couldn't have that.

The boys began to eat their food and Jason went on and on about the time he and Dylan first started to race. By the sounds of things it was an interesting story but I wasn't focused on that.

What I was focused on was Dylan.

He refused to take his gaze off my neck, trying to catch another glimpse of the dark purple skin. I wouldn't let him have it though, keeping my shoulders up by my ears.

I could tell he was angry, with me or with what the mark meant I had no idea but it made me shrink back at the thought. Him being angry with me wasn't something I needed. Not at all.

Sucking in a sharp breath I got to my feet and grabbed my tray. My food was barely even eaten. "I have a few teachers I need to talk to but Ill see you guys later." I told them before heading for the door.

Jason waved but Dylan just watched me walk away.

The look in his eyes made my blood run cold. Dylan was intimidating to me as it was. I didn't need his calculating gaze to top it off.

I would just need to be more careful around him that's all. Keep my guard up and I won't be caught.

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°Dylan Garcia°

I know what I saw. There was no denying it.

A large bruise was on her neck, just over her collar. The skin was a horrible shade of purple and blue. I had to stop myself from reaching over and pulling her sweater away to get a better look.

She glanced over at me and quickly covered her neck, bringing her elbows up onto the table.

I knew there was something more going on then she was letting on and in a way it pained me to think about. I knew that we had just met and all but I was still hoping that maybe she would feel the need to tell me what was wrong. At least just trust me a little.

Then again things were still early to be talking about trust.

I looked over at Jason, an idea forming in my mind. "I have something I want to do after school. It involves Arabella."

He turned to me and shrugged, taking a bite from his apple. I knew that he wouldn't care what I was about to ask of him so I just dove into the details instead.

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*eyebrow wiggle*

What's Dylan up to there?

What is she hiding?

Is it really that bad?

Find out in the next chapter ;)