Too Late To Save Time

Lying, Stealing, Crushing

I flipped through the pages of random books from the bookcase in our dorm as Lucas took a shower. The weight of his presence finally left me and I could breathe easily again even though it took massive effort not to think about Lucas showering. I know, pervy, but middle school does that to you.

I breathed in the scent of Harold's pillow while he took a shower, dirty images flashing through my mind.

"Not reading that book!" I exclaimed, stuffing the book back in the bookcase. I sighed and searched the room for something that would play music, giving up on the book idea. After coming up with nothing everywhere else, I looked to Lucas' things on his bed. I shook my head. "No, I'm not going that far." I tried to convince myself. I sat on the bed I claimed and then laid back, staring at the ceiling.

My eyes drifted to his things and I felt the need to groan as I got up and started looking through his backpack. I found nothing I hadn't already packed, and then I started looking through the shoebox and the parcel.

I was disturbed by the contents of the shoebox, and only Lucas' uniform was inside the parcel. So I tried to put everything back fairly quickly and acurately, when a leather cover book dropped to the ground from the shoebox.

I heard the shower go off so I kicked the book under my bed and closed his backpack, continuing to go back to the bookshelf and pick up a book, pretending to read.

Lucas walked out of the bathroom in a gold polo shirt and dark washed jeans, his hair damp and messed up from him rubbing it dry. Even with him across the room I could feel the heat radiating off him, and I could smell whatever he used.

"School starts in two hours, better get ready." He said, coming next to me to get a book. His arm brushed my own and the damp heat that was on him soared through me. I didn't show how much I was affected by him as I grabbed some clothes from my own bag and entered the bathroom to shower.

***

"Good morning class, I'll your Second Dimension History teacher this year, my name is Ms. Foxe." Our teacher greeted after the bell rang. I twirled a strand of my now curly hair that had escaped the ponytail, bored out of my mind. Dawn slapped my hand away and I looked at her in a WTH matter.

"Stop being a priss." She snapped. I lowered my hand slowly and wondered what stuck her in the butt. She sighed a little. "Sorry, I'm just nervous. The bar here is a lot higher than back at home." She said. I nodded and gave her a sympathetic smile.

"You'll be fine." I said. The teacher stalked between the rows of desks and handed out the slips of paper that were probably our schedules or something.

"Your parents will be excited to see you, Dawn. Nice to have you here." The teacher said as she gave Dawn her slip. I reminded myself that all our parents were here, and that the ones back home were just "trainers".

"Thanks Kris." She said, smiling widely at Ms. Foxe. Now my confusion just spilled over. As soon as Ms. Foxe moved on I shot her a confused look. "Godmother. Mama sent me an e-mail telling me who my family is when I was eight." She explained. I nodded and turned my attention back to Ms. Foxe, but my eyes drifted to Lucas.

He was watching Ms. Foxe boredly, scratching the top of his head and yawning. Finally his eyes caught mine, but I dropped my gaze quickly. I'm scared that what happened in Claire's guest room would happen again and I don't feel like drooling over my roommate in the middle of class.

"Alright class, I'm going to hand out your textbooks and noteooks for the year. The school provides everything for it's students in return for the pride in knowing we trained the best Fae children to apply." Ms. Foxe said, starting to pass out the supplies.