Savior (Book One)

Chapter Two

“Hey, can you hand one of those boxes to me?”
Glancing up from my position on the lower floor, I reguarded Mr. Robbin’s aging form with a small smile. “Sure thing.” I brushed my hands onto my jeans after I set down one of the many flower vases I had been putting flowers in and stood up, walking over to the boxes that the aging man had indicated. I picked up one of the many boxes and made my way over to where he stood, which was on a stage overlooking the gym we were in. The stage wasn’t permanent; it was probably one of those mobile ones that some schools used when they didn’t have a proper auditorium. It was actually kind of interesting.
“Thanks,” Mr. Robbins said as I tuned back into the real world. He grabbed the box that I held from my hands and placed it on the stage, his bones creaking from old age.
I frowned listening as I heard his bones grinding together. He tried to hide his look of pain from me, but I saw it anyway and climbed onto the stage. I placed a hand on his shoulder and looked at him with worried eyes. “You know, I can bring all the boxes up here myself. It’d be no problem, Mr. Robbins.”
Mr. Robbins looked at me and pursed his lips, poking me lightly on the side. “I just need a little break, is all. I’m a lot older than you young kids.”
“It’d really be no problem.” I pressed, biting my bottom lip when he looked back at me.
Finally, he sighed and stepped aside, placing his hands onto his hips. “Fine. Go for it. I can do the flowers.”
I smiled at him and gathered up the rest of the boxes, placing them all onto the stage as Mr. Robbing put red roses into the vases. I looked around the gym, a small smile on my face as I took in the decorations. We didn’t have any tables set up yet, since they were shipped a day late, but when they got here, they would be covered with red tablecloths, with a rose placed in a vase on top. It would look absolutely wonderful when it all gets finished.
“So,” Mr. Robbins said, causing me to stop admiring our work and look at him as he placed the last rose in the last vase, “you find a date yet?”
I blushed a scarlet red my eyes going wide at the question. Me? Have a date? My mind immediately went to Anabell, but she had already been asked to the prom. By that “Cody” guy. He really irritated me today. He kept hanging all over Anabell and I wanted nothing to do than to…to push him! Yea…push him. Gosh, I sound like a coward. It wasn’t my fault, though. I couldn’t hurt him. He was human. Human and off limits.
Seriously…I need to keep my mind in one place.
Ugh.
Thinking back to Mr. Robbins embarrassing question, I pursed my lips and shook my head, unable to think of anyone who would like to go with me, and someone who wasn’t Anabell. “No. I’m probably going to go alone.”
Mr. Robbins frowned and set the vase down, grunting as he stood up and walked over to me. “Really? No one? I was sure that you’d have girls lined up to go with you.”
I blushed an even darker shade of red, my eyes going anywhere but to Mr. Robbins. “I…I don’t need a date! I’m perfectly fine going on my own.” I wanted to go with Anabell…but like I said, she was already asked to prom by Cody McButtface. Not to mention I had zero chance to go with her. She was gorgeous. I was sure that even if Cody didn’t ask her to prom, someone else would have. I would still be alone.
Ugh. My life is so full of butterflies and rainbows. Not.
Speaking of my life, I still have yet to receive anymore instructions from Father. I don’t know if he’s in a bind, or something, but I was getting lost on what to do next. I also would like word of what was going on up there, if Adam gathered anymore troops, or what his next move might be. Or whether or not there were more creatures after me. I mean, so far I had yet to run into anyone who wanted to hurt me and take the sword, and I don’t know if that’s just me being lucky or if they were planning something bigger. Whatever it was, I needed to know so I could better prepare myself. Plus, maybe if I knew what was going to happen beforehand, maybe no one else would get hurt because of me. My conscious would almost be clean. Yea…I was still blaming myself for what happened to Allen and Henry. Allen being killed for no reason and Henry being taken away from his children.
I wonder how they were doing. His children, I mean. From what I heard, they were living with their grandmother, who was appalled at what her son had done. According to Bud, she wanted to personally apologize to me, but so far she didn’t have the chance to yet. Despite being nearly eighty years old, she was a very busy lady. Though, there was no need for her to apologize for what Henry had done. It was him that beat me, starved me, and locked me in a basement, where I not only slept, but used the bathroom in.
I shivered at the thought and tried to steer my head away from those dark thoughts. I wanted to keep the past behind me, but it was very hard to with my overthinking things.
Taking a breath, I tried to tune back into the conversation at hand. My so called “nonexistent date”. Right. Ok. I bit my bottom lip, blushing as I turned my face away from Mr. Robbins. “Besides,” I said, continuing with our conversation, “the girl I do like, is already being taken to prom by someone else.”
Mr. Robbins raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms over his chest. “Really now? You poor thing.” He uncrossed his arms and walked up to the stage, taking a seat on the edge. “Now, what you need to do is woo her away from her date.”
I frowned and sat down next to him, looking at him questionably. “Woo her? How do I do that?”
Mr. Robbins shrugged and placed his hands on his knees, tilting his head towards me. “Tell her how pretty she looks. How nice she is, how her personality is just the best. You know, things like that. Maybe even tell her your feelings for her. She might be swayed by what you tell her and ditch her date.”
I nibbled at my bottom lip, glancing down at my hands which were in my lap. Woo her? Could I really do that? Is that what men did these days to score? Well, not score…I really did enjoy her company. I enjoyed every second we were together. Maybe Mr. Robbins is right. Maybe I should try to woo her. Though, knowing me it’d probably backfire. I could already see myself stumbling over my words and turning red in the face from embarrassment. Would she really be swayed by a stumbling idiot who looked like a girl? I doubt it. But….it was worth a shot, right?
I sighed and placed my elbows on my knees, resting my chin onto my hands. “I’ll give it a shot. But, what if it doesn’t work?”
“If it doesn’t work, then she’s missing out on a great guy.”
I blinked and looked over to Mr. Robbins, who had a grin on his face. He patted me on my back and stood back up, yawning as he began making his way to the exit. I watched him wave back at me before he left, leaving me in the gym by myself. Great guy, huh? I pondered with a frown. I then huffed out a breath and began to gather my things. That old man is delusional. But…a nice delusional man. I felt a smile form on my lips as I made my way out of the gym. Well, this “prom” thing may prove to be interesting. I just hope that Anabell doesn’t throw my confession in my face. If I worked up the courage to tell her.