The Red X (on hold)

Chapter 3- The Start of the End

I woke up the next morning still thinking about the possibility of Chase being part of the group. He had shown last night he knew how to fight and how to move fast enough to even get lost of my sight. But he still needed to prove more of himself. Besides, he wasn’t even in my school, no, he couldn’t be part of the group. So I got ready and kept on thinking about the plan.

Today I would tell them about needing a new recruit, but the plan would still be known only by me. It is possible they will get mad, okay not possible, it is a fact they will get mad. I can’t risk them, I can’t risk getting caught right now. So they can’t know about the plan.

Now that I think about it, they have never asked me why I chose a red X as our symbol. Maybe they think they know, or they just see it as rebellion, either way I am glad they haven’t asked. It would be very difficult to explain.

Today is the first day of my senior year, and I was pretty nervous. Not that I would let anyone know about that. My reputation was one of badass good girl or something like that. So for people to keep believing that and keeping my friends below school radar, I had to keep that reputation.

Quick bath, small amount of makeup, fingers through hair to tame a bit the curls and clothes. That was the routine for six years, thankfully it changed sometimes when I forgot homework and did it in the morning. What can I say, you already know I am smart, homework is done in ten minutes. My every day look; jeans, t-shirt, converse and leather jacket.

“Destiny, you are going to be late!” my mother’s voice gave me the signal that it was time to go. I always laid in bed for a while until I heard her. It was something I had accustomed myself in doing, my mother still wanted to somehow do something for me in the morning, and I wanted to have more minutes sleeping. So I woke up with my alarm and did the normal teenage routine and then slept for a while longer until my mother yelled.

I grabbed my things and rushed down the stairs, almost tripping in the fourth one down since it was a little off from the rest. “Good morning mom, I’ll get going now” I told her and quickly kissed her cheek.

“What did you have for breakfast?”

“Toast and nutella, you have paint on your elbows” and I closed the door turning towards my baby. Reflecting the light from the morning sun with her bright black coat I spent a lot of time in caring for my motorcycle. I bought it myself with the money I got from a work I no longer do. They fired me when they found out I was underage. But I got the money I needed from it so I didn’t care and got myself my gorgeous motorcycle. All of the guys with motorcycles practically drooled when they saw mine.

My motorcycle is black and it looks like one you would see in futuristic movies or something like that. In vacations I always took it to and abandoned road and used its full potential since it went way off the speed limit.  It was not average, it attracted attention, and I loved it. The roar as I turned it on filled me with accomplishment and warmth. I still remembered the first time I got it, I learned how to drive a motorcycle that same day. The instructor called me a natural, and I could only accept because being in this motorcycle made me feel on top of the world. It was the same felling as the one of the first prank, and I could feel it every day.

The drive to school was normal, the same as always. And I parked on the parking space I always had. For some reason, it was the one people like the less, but I loved it. It was at one side of the school, it could be said that it was isolated, but if nobody took it then it was mine. As I parked I watched some freshmen ogling over the bike, just for the hell of it I made it roar once again before turning it off. I heard their hiss and ‘duuuuuddeeeee that is sweet’, soon enough they were looking at me. I was in a pretty good mood today, so I winked at them and made my way to the school doors.