the beautiful grave (book II)

reckless

I want to know what my readers think of Skye Bleu. Do you like her so far?
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frost

He didn't know what it was about Skye Bleu that attracted him, but Frost found himself waiting outside her classes and assisting her with directions. Usually he'd have nobody to talk to, but she was all too eager to know him.

     One morning though, was different. During physics with Ms. Detta, he detected looks from Sunday Stone, a young eccentric girl Lily had been particularly fond of. If not for her recently dead brother, Brad, they wouldn't have known each other and Sunday wouldn't hate him.

     Maybe if he'd paid more attention to her, he'd have seen that Mr Rodriguez had been marking her from the very beginning.

     When class ended, he avoided Ms. Detta and approached her, startling her, even if only slightly. Surely she must have known he'd sensed her malice.

     "What do you know?" He demanded, not particularly nicely, either. She wasn't his top precedence right now, he would take care of her later.

     She whisked her dark hair out her eyes and looked at him with those bottomless brown eyes. Strangely, they reminded him of Lily. He didn't know why though, his love was nothing like Miss Stone.

     It must just be the color.

     "Nothing I will ever tell you." She snarled, hugging her books close as he noticed Skye looking on from outside class, curious. Sunday gritted her teeth. "It's only been over a week and already you're trying to get into another girl's bed. You're so typical."

     He stopped her as she attempted to storm past. He knew she had more she wanted to discuss, whether it involved him or not.

     "What do you want to know?" He kept his voice soft, courteous, so she'd succumb. He was right, her sharp shoulders sagged as she groaned inwardly. It would be a wonder if he didn't win. It was a well known fact, he won at everything.

     He hesitated, but he tested her trust when he reached out and clasped her elbow in his clasp. Her skin was smooth, like a newborn.

     She exhaled.

     "Pierce," She whispered, referring to no other than the rat bastard that tried to break Lily and him up. And, not only did he do enough damage with that, but he was also the reason why Sunday's twin, Brad, was dead. "Is he..."

     "Gay? Yeah." Nodding, he couldn't keep the sarcasm out his voice, earning himself a death-glare. She was a feisty human, but she could do little harm.

          "A blind man could see that about him," She said, but continued on. "What I was going to ask was if he was planning on returning."

     Did she want him to? Frost knew that after he'd admitted to her brother's death, she and Pierce had gotten close. It was strange, no person in their right mind would become friends with someone like that.

     "Believe me, he's not finished with us yet." Frost sighed, knowing it was true. As much as he'd liked seeing his ex-lover back in town when he first arrived, he didn't want him interfering with his arrangements. Pierce being his typical self, of course, would somehow find a way to do so. He always did.

     Sunday smirked and fluidly strode off, giving Skye a shy wave as she brushed past. The blue-haired girl raised an amused eyebrow. She knew something was up.

     "Friend of yours?" She inquired, not realizing just how wrong she was.

     Instead of answering, he just led her towards the cafeteria, where they ate (well, she did) in silence. Every time he looked up through his eyelashes, she was gawking at him. Seeing she'd been caught, she smiled and chewed adoringly into her food.