The Siren's Voice Calls

Chapter 7

It was finally Monday morning. I got out of bed early enough to get Lorie ready and have time to get myself ready as well. Thankfully, she was already awake, playing with her creepy dolls in bed. One of which looked exactly like her. "Lorie, it's time to get ready for school." Going into her large walk-in closet to pick out a dress for her, all of a sudden, the closet door was shut behind me. I turned back around to grab the doorknob, but it wouldn't turn. (That little brat!!) "Lorie, this isn't funny! Unlock the door, right now! We don't have time for these kinds of games," I yelled while pounding on the door.

No answer whatsoever. I continued pounding on the door and yelling for help for several minutes in the hopes that someone would hear. (I can't believe this! Of all the days for this to happen!) I soon heard footsteps and saw a shadow appear, blocking the light coming through underneath the door. "Hello?" I spoke out. First thing I heard was a click and then the door opened. There standing in front of me was Drogo dressed in his uniform. (Why couldn't it have been Peter? I don't need this right now!) "Well, little thing. Looks like you're a damsel in distress in need of a rescue," he stated with a wicked grin on his face and hands in his pockets, leaning against the doorframe of the closet. I rolled my eyes, grabbed a uniform off the rack and walked out as he moved to let me pass. I was fuming at that point, so I threw the dress on the bed.

Intent on leaving the room, I stopped in the bedroom doorway to look back at Drogo and said, with a sigh, "Thank you for letting me out when you did, but someone else can get her ready. I now only have just enough time to get ready for school myself." "As the damsel princess wishes," he said while bowing with one arm extended out to the side and the other over his chest. I grumbled my frustration out loud, which made him chuckle. No time to deal with Drogo's behavioral antics and teasing, I went back to my room to take a quick shower and get my uniform on.

Heading downstairs, I saw Drogo walk Lorie out the front door to his car. Peter stayed behind to wait for me, which I appreciated. "I am sorry about this morning's events, about Lorie's actions." He apologized and continued, "Drogo informed me of what had occurred." "Did he also tell you what he called me?" Peter looked puzzled, so that confirmed he didn't tell him. (Typical!) "He mockingly called me a damsel in distress. A princess, needing him to come to my rescue." Releasing a sigh, Peter took my hand in his while giving me an apologetic smile. I couldn't help returning his smile, giving me the ability to shrug the whole thing off; anger then fading away. (How is it that Peter has the ability to calm me down?) We walked out the door and headed toward the gate and then onward to school. Walking in silence, he made me nervous because I could feel his gaze upon me. He also never let go of my hand. Heat filled up in my cheeks and I knew they had to have been red. (Get a hold of yourself, Lydia!)

The silence continued until we reached the school grounds. He finally released my hand as we came closer to the crowd of students. We all received our schedules the week before. I had the boring required academics first. (I guess that's a good thing. Get it over and done with.) The last two classes of my day were my two favorites and main focus in education. I learned from Peter that we shared a class in Music Appreciation. Not surprising since he loves music as much as I do.

Seeing Sarah standing near the fountains with some friends, I waved at her when she noticed me coming. "Are you good to go from here?" Peter asked. "Yes, thank you, Peter. I'll see you in class later?" He just nodded with a slight grin, only to be replaced with an anxious look when Sarah approached us. It confused and saddened me that he would act that way around her. (Wonder why they don't get along. I don't get it cause they are both great people.) "Hey, girl!" Sarah greeted me. She had a tan colored backpack, which I knew to have been a high dollar value. "Wow, Sarah! You actually have an MCM backpack?" "Oh, this?" she said, shrugging her shoulders. "My grandmother gave me the money to buy it."