Demon Hunterz: Annihilation (Book 3)

Chapter 42: The boy who cried ghost II

(Mitch, 4 years ago from today)

"Looks like I have a date later on." Frankie smirks, walking beside me while holding up at a blue sticky note, decorated in hearts made of ink. It was just the two of us strolling through the halls. Consisting of a dark blue tile floor, dark oak wooden doors that were separated by bookshelves to our right, and flags of every nation hanging above each classroom door. 

Today was the start of something unforgettable. One of those once-in-a-lifetime experiences you hear about in movies. The kind that change your life. 

It was 10:34 AM. We were late for some boring ass science class. I honestly couldn't care less if we fail or not. School is for nerds and try-hards anyways. It's not a place for people like me. But that's the least of my concerns. What had me bothered was what was on that note. That had fancy pink handwriting in the form of a phone number. 

A girl's number.

"You treat that thing like it's a trophy." I grumble under my breath. He never once looked my way. I hide the gnawing feeling in my chest by folding my arms on top of my head, playing it cool. "She might not even pick up you know? A popular girl like Daisy probably have hundreds of guys she can go after. Some of them in high school! Like how can you even compete with that?"

Frankie slips his hands into the slits of his dark blue, Nike sweater. He turns his head over to the hallway windows.

"I won't know unless I try." He answers nonchalantly, then his reflection cracks a cool smirk. "And besides, there's no harm in trying right? There's no telling what the future may hold. She might even turn out to be 'the one'."

"Dude, have you lost it?! You're setting your self up for failure when you talk like that!" I bark strongly.

I expected an answer back. But for what felt like minutes, he just kept staring out into the outside world. He had a real knack for zoning out and staring at whatever strikes his interest. I've seen it all my life growing up with this weirdo. 

Honestly, it pisses me off when he does that. Like everything else in the world doesn't matter to him. Only the thing he sees. 

"Hey...that guy looks like he's in real trouble there." Frankie mutters.

"Huh?"

I dart one eye over to where he was staring at. Looking past the window and down at the rectangular schoolyard. There was a large group of about eight boys surrounding one small fry. A boy wearing a teal hoodie who  swear to this day, had the messiest black hair I had ever seen.

We both stop to press closer to the window. I lean in to get a closer look.

"Hey, I think I know him." Frankie says, which didn't surprise me. My brother knew everyone at this school. It didn't matter if they were new, invisible to the rest of us, or just a plain face. Frankie will talk to anyone and will remember your name for life. That's just the kind of guy he is. 

"Freddie Mason. I talked to him once in the halls. Kind of a gloomy kid but he means well. He's actually in the same science class as us." He adds on.