The Raven's Nightingale

#9 Part 1: Origins

"Do you remember what we were like in high school? Or do you just try to block it out?" Mac asked me as he came up behind me in the kitchen, running his hands down my sides as he kissed my neck. I chuckled before groaning as he gently bit down on the sweet spot on my neck.

"Oh, of course I remember it, how could I ever forget the few years that changed my life forever," I murmured back as I felt one of his hands slip below the waistband of my pants. I bit my lip as I held back groan. Our messed up high school years were what had led things to this point anyway.

It was the second year of high school when he showed up as a new student. Rumours had been flying for weeks about him being kicked out of the last five schools that he had gone to for violence against the other students and even a teacher at one of the schools. He was a guy that I had planned on staying away from, but like most things in life things don't always go as planned. I had my homeroom and one other class with the new student and only in that second class did he ever seem to not be super rowdy. It was probably because his mates that he usually hung around with weren't in that class.

We were never introduced and I tried my best to make sure that we never crossed paths in the school other than when we had to. But there were times when the guys and girls that he hung around with would pick on me, usually because I was quiet and liked to keep to my studies rather than join in many of the school activities. Though I did have to join a sports team just to keep my parents off my back about what I was focusing on in school. He would be there with them. He never did anything, didn't hurt me but didn't help me either. This is where things get complicated, and the story begins.

I sat at my desk quietly as I waited for class to start, happy that I had managed to get here early enough to avoid the usual trouble that I had in the morning with the group of bullies. I stared out the side window, looking down at the last bus as it finished unloading the last of its passengers. But my attention was pulled away by a dark shiny limousine that pulled up on the opposite side of the street. I had never seen that come around before. I watched more closely as the driver got out and walked around to the back-passenger door. I leaned in closer to the window as I watched the driver open the back door and a person step out, then another, then another, until there was four people standing outside the limousine.

My eyes went wide when I saw who stepped out of the back of that limousine. The new kid had stepped out first, followed by the three guys that were the ones that always seemed to enjoy picking on me. Well, at least now I knew why they hung around the new guy so much. I snorted before noticing out of the corner of my eye as I started to turn away, that the new guy was staring in my direction. That wasn't possible though, I was on the second floor a good few hundred feet away and up. The guy smirked before turning his attention back to the other three guys that were messing around on the front lawn.

I shrugged off the look and tried to focus on studying my notes before class started. I barely registered as the other students walked into the classroom, keeping my head down and my eyes focused on my study notes. Cringing when the loud ruckus of the bullies and the new rich kid entered the classroom. I kept my head down as they walked past my desk to the back of the classroom. But my hand froze on my page when I distinctly heard someone sit down behind me. Glancing up under my eyelashes I noticed that the person who usually sat behind me had taken a seat near the front of the room after glancing sheepishly at the person that was sitting behind me. I stiffly, almost robotically, went back to working on my studies.

The more that I tried to focus on my work and class the more that I became acutely aware that someone was staring at me. I rubbed the back of my back to try to get rid of the feeling, hoping that I was just imagining things, but the feeling never wavered. Whoever was staring at me was driving me crazy, and by the time the class ended I practically bolted from the classroom.