Waking the Fae [BOOK ONE]

Chapter 6

 This story is unedited so if you find mistakes I apologise. Sorry but I'm horrible at editing.

Onto the story . . .

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Just a few more minutes, Rebecca thought, and then I can go home and not deal with all these people.

These people was really only Mikael. Not that anyone else had ignored her today — she’d been knocked out in dodge ball and people hadn’t been shy about mentioning it around her. Every minute she’d hear whispers about why she’d passed out. Some said she tripped, others said she got pushed. Some said it was just a lie she made up to get attention. Everyone seemed to believe that she deserved it. Rebecca didn’t care though. They could say what they wanted because they knew nothing of her high school life. Getting knocked out by a ball hurt, and if they said she deserved the hit in the head they could be ignorant. The rumours that surrounded her had ceased to bother her. Rebecca heard them every day, from every one.

She’d been able to avoid seeing Mikael at least — in the physical sense anyway. Rumours had started going around that she was paying him money to talk to her, since no one wanted to get near her. Whether or not Mikael had heard them she didn’t know. Either way, once he did the rumours could become worse. He could deny it and say that she wasn’t or he could just go along with it and make it worse for her. Skye was already glaring at her every second her and Mikael were in the room. ‘If looks could kill’ had always been a saying that Rebecca didn’t think could be true but with Skye, nothing was off limits. If Skye was to find out from her boyfriend that he was getting paid to talk her, Rebecca might as well start digging her own hole. The wrath of a jealous, irrational, ignorant cheerleader was like nothing else.

Rebecca couldn’t deny there was some humour there to. According to Skye, Rebecca was the outcast, the freak. Yet here she was, threating Rebecca as if she had the power to take Mikael from her. Last time Rebecca checked, that was happening since never. Skye had nothing to worry about. Either she was secretly jealous of Rebecca — since apparently anyone who talked about you behind your back was jealous since you were better than them (which definitely wasn’t true in her case, so whoever said that lied) — or she’d just run out of reasons to hurt Rebecca. There was no way that she was jealous — if you put her and Skye next to each other it was obvious you’d choose the perfect blonde one. Obviously she just needed a new reason.

This was all Mikael’s fault. If he hadn’t come she wouldn’t be getting accused of stealing someone’s boyfriend and she wouldn’t be so emotionally unstable. It was like Rebecca was suddenly developed bipolar when she was around Mikael. One minute she was agreeing to everything he was saying, wishing he’d be her friend and the next she hated him, seeing his true intentions. Rebecca blamed her subconscious. All her life she’d been lonely and Mikael was someone who could change that. Then the rational part of her brain kicked in and she realised everything he said was lies.

Still, annoyingly, every time she saw Mikael there was a part of her that wanted to talk to him, ask him things about himself. Have conversations about what he did on the weekend. She just wanted to have boring, meaningless conversations likes friends did.

Tonight she’d go home and regain herself. She protected herself for a reason. Every time she’d let someone in she’d been hurt. Just because Mikael was friendly to her didn’t mean his intentions were good ones. She’d survived a life of solitude already, so this couldn’t be that hard.

Rebecca eyes went back to the classroom clock, managing to stop from groaning out loud. It had been one minute. One. Why was the clock stopping all of a sudden? She wanted out of the classroom and at this point it was never going to happen.