bluebird WRATH

Chapter 6 : History Class

The bell rings and that was the end of another Latin class with Mrs. Garcia. Apart from her loud, highly-accented Venezuelan voice and her extremely long woollen jacket, she was a teacher who valued time.

So as soon as the bell rings, she is the first to leave.

I trail after her, into the open corridor and get to my locker. Abby is already there in her brown bomber jacket, drinking water while staring at Toby Milowski.

"You know, if Toby didn't spike the punch bowl with rum, prom would've been a disaster..." she says.

"Isn't that what you wanted? To get drunk and dance like a maniac?" I humour as I get my notes out for History class.

"Well, of course, but I want to know how he did it." she speculates. "Abby, didn't he just pour rum into a bowl?"

"No, the teachers would've known. I'm going to ask him..." she says, "Why?" I start laughing, but my best friend has already jumped to the opposite side.

"What's up with Abby and Toby?" he asks.

"She's trying to understand how he poured liquor into the punch bowl during prom without..." I continue laughing as I close the locker door to not find Maverick, but Caivanial standing in front of me with his head turned to Abby. His beautiful face shocks me internally; I feel shy and low. I've been avoiding him for three days now. A rush of heat scavenge up my face when his eyes meet mine.

"I thought you were Maverick..." I admit weirdly, "Were you expecting him?" he asks. "Not really..." I answer and turn back to the closed locker door.

"Did you want to ask me something?" I ask, turning back to face him. He hands me my Latin class notebook then, "I thought you might want this...you left in such a rush." he says.

"Oh, Thank You! I can't believe I left it." "No problem but why did you rush out of class for and why have you been avoiding me?" "Avoiding? No. I just thought I'd...pack my books" I say trying to find a reason. He looks as sceptical as Abby did before.

I don't want to hurt his feelings but maybe if I told him, I'd get some facts straight. He slings his leather bag around his shoulder before leaning against the red metallic lockers.

"Look, I didn't want to say, but I was trying to avoid you..." "Why?" he asks concerned, his eyebrows furrow, "...you think I killed Aiden right?" he asks. "No, I know you'd never do that. I just don't know if I can trust you."

"Hey, have you ever seen me commit a crime?"

"No, but your portfolio is..." I blabber and immediately pinch myself. He's taken a back; his brows are furrowed irately. "My portfolio? You've seen my transcripts?"

I take in a huge breath then and exhale out, turning to look at Abby who was looking into Toby's locker now. Her ostrich head sunk deep in his black locker.

Grabbing onto his arm I push him away to the corner, before I continue blabbering. "Abby and Maverick saw your portfolio, I didn't. Toby gave them access."

"Why would they even want to look into me?" he still feels violated. Who wouldn't?

"I don't know, because you're so discrete about everything!" I conclude. "Well I'm sorry if my loner self was too much for them to handle, but you can't tell me that's the reason you're avoiding me?"

When I remain quiet, he rolls his eyes. "I'm sorry."

"No, it's fine. You should have a little fear with strangers." "But you're not a stranger to me anymore..." I try saying to lift up his mood. "Are you sure? Because I can explain about the whole portfolio thing." he says excitedly, "Come on. We've got History now. Just sit with me at the back and I'll explain everything to you."