The Guardians (The Highest Order, Book One)

CHAPTER 9

'Get bent?' I hear behind me as i walk out of class, I don't need to turn around to know who the words came from , 'You're gonna have to do better than that if you#'re trying to get rid of me, princess'

I could practically hear the smirk in his words,god, was this guy infuriating, 'Leave me alone, Kaleb', I don't bother stopping my journey to my next class 'AMERICAN HISTORY', I'd read on my schedule.

'Don't be like tht princess' He jokes, easily catching up with my pace, coming to the left of me, 'we do need to talk though.' The joking tone eaves his voice, replaced by a more serious one.

'What could we possibly need to talk about, Kaleb Bardin?'I question, not paying him much attention.

'You need to stay away from my sister.' His words have me frozen to the spot, causing several students to have to divert around me.

'Run that by once more' I question him, the nerve of this asshole.

'You need to stay away from Maia' I look into his eyes, still frozen, seeing a hint of remorse as he speaks. A fire grew in the puts of my stomach and I had no doubt my face was burning with the race he inflicted.

'You know what, Kaleb, you have your entire life to be a jerk, is it too much to ask that you take today off?' My tone is condescending, I don't attempt to mask it as I shove passed him, and head in the direction of, I think, my next class.

His words stick with me throughout the day, I rerun the interaction through my head, trying to figure out what hell had happened . Too lost in thought i dont notice the figure jogging lightly to catch up with me. Harlow was pretty, in a cute boe-doll kind of way. Her eyes were big and innocent and her light brown hair hung loosely over her shoulders with bangs that filtered her forehead. SHe had this whole innocent vibe going for her which was complemented by her grey sweater, holding the school football logo, and black leggings.

'You know Kaleb Bardin?' She questions, slightly out of breath, I'm almost shocked at the lengths she'd go to for answers.

'Define 'know'' I ask her.

'He was teasing you, and sending you notes and waited for you after class' She rants on, as if proving a point, 'He purposely chose a seat close to you when there were other seats open.'

Yeah, I know, that's the problem, i wanted to say but what i actually said was something along the lines of 'Kaleb Bardin is an asshole, trust me, I dont want his attention nor do I seek it.'

'That's not what it looked like to me.' She responds pointedly, 'It's weird though, they don't usually bother with people outside of their groups'

'They?' I question, curiosity beating my still growing anger.

'Yeah, ya know, the Bardins, The Sandersons, even the Montoya's' She starts, as if she was making any sense to me, 'Yet they all seem to have some sort of fascination with you'

'Who the hell are the Montoya's?' I ask, curiosity beating my still growing anger.

'You know,' She starts, as if it was common knowledge, 'Marcel and Cassandra'

As if notices the clueless look painted on my face, she continues, pushing her mousy brown hair out of her face, 'So, we've got the Bardin's, who you obviously know, Maia and Kaleb, then you've got the Sanderson's, Donovan and Daria - they're like the 'IT' group here, completely untouchable and not to be messed with.' Boy, did I know that one, 'Then we've got the Montoya's, Marcel and Cassandra, they sort of float between the two groups but Marcel and Kaleb are pretty tight, some even say Maia and Marcel had a thing but that's probably just a rumour, whereas Cassandra and Donovan kinda have a thing, I guess.'