Dreams of Demigods

Chapter 8

Cherry's POV 8

          Running after Malcolm, I looked back at the horseman, who was staring at us weird. He seemed very confused. I wondered why.

          Bringing myself together, I looked back at Malcolm. I guess he was kinda handsome. In a tall, classic blonde hair, striking gray eyes kind of way. He looked so bored. He was acting like I was a pile of dung that he had to clean up.

          "So, where is that tour you are supposed to give me?" I questioned, unsure.

          "I am not giving you one. I have too much to do today. I do not have the time to be dragging you around. You'll find everything out soon enough. Here are the basics. Everyone here is half-god, half-human. Surprised? That's only to be expected. Don't worry, we aren't all weird. At least not all of us. I have to go," he stated, fast walking to one of the cabins.

          Well, that was helpful. Nice to know I could always count on him. I guess I had to figure it out myself now, but it couldn't be too hard. I take pride in the way I can adapt to new environments. What else could you expect from moving to and from foster homes?

          As Malcolm was walking away, I noticed that there was a crowd of girls staring at him. Wait, do they find him attractive?! No way. I can't believe it. If they had a single conversation with him, they would run the other direction. Ugh.

          I walked up to Malcolm, repeating be nice, be nice in my head. I walked behind Malcolm and tapped him on the shoulder. "Thanks for the advice. You helped me figure out what the people here are like. And I hope you one day find your way out of the hole you dug for yourself because you can probably be a great person if you tried."

          I walked away, and then felt a gust of warm air. I got this sudden feeling. Someone is watching us. Someone was waiting for me to make the wrong move. Someone-

          I woke up an hour later. In the woods. I must have passed out. I don't know what was happening to me. But I couldn't stop the sudden feeling of dread. That something bad was going to happen. At least I was in the woods.

          "So, what was that," Malcolm stated, appearing out of nowhere.

          "Um, nothing," I stammered. I couldn't believe he was here. Was he watching me the whole time?

          "That was definitely something. Why did you randomly pass out?"

          "Don't say anything. This never happened. This stays between you and me, bud," I stated. "If you ever mention this... if you ever mention this... something horrible is coming your way!" I stated, wishing I was better versed in curse words and evil wishes.

          And with that, I turned away and ran out of the woods.