FalconX: The Wretched (Book One)

Chapter 5

“Who’s your new boyfriend?” Abi asked as I sorted through my clothes for something to wear to my concert for Black Veil Brides.

            “He’s not my boyfriend,” I snapped at Abi, which was not a good thing to do when the both of us are trying to be friends, “I have no love interest in Silver and I never will.”

            “Yeah right,” Said Abi, and then she laughed, “says the girl who’s going to go on her first date at seventeen.”

            “Can it, Stark,” I laughed, and I found my grey crew neck shirt and black skinny jeans. “It’s not like you’ve ever had a date all locked up in that tower of yours all of your life.”

            I went into the bathroom and changed, in the mirror I could see my hair was a complete mess, so I took the hairbrush that was in our drawer and began to rake it through my brown hair. “Actually,” Abi countered from outside of the bathroom, “I have been on a date before, but it didn’t work out so well.”

            I opened up the bathroom door so I could talk to Abi better, she was sitting on the desk in front the bathroom door, and she smirked at me. “What are you smirking at?” I asked while searching through my drawer for my tooth brush; my fingers brushed hair ties that I never used, a comb, and finally my toothbrush and toothpaste.

            The blue and white toothpaste squirted out on to my purple toothbrush and I began to scrub my mouth clean. “I think it’s hilarious that you’re going out with a guy you just met two days ago,” Commented Abi.

            I spit into the sink and put up my stuff away, “Oh well, he had tickets and my dad bought me tickets for my birthday and we decided to go together,” I countered; I rolled on some deodorant and was ready to go, “could you give me some slack, it’s my first date?”

            “So now it’s a date?” She asked in a cocky tone, I swear this girl was just like her father—sassy as ever.

            “Shut up,” I laughed, I went over to my dresser and sitting on it was my ticket and my purple vans; I shoved the shoes onto my feet and grabbed my ticket.

Quickly, I popped a mint Tic-Tac into my mouth and as I was about to walk out the door Abi asked me in a mocking tone, “Are you going to kiss him?”

“I might, Stark, I just might,” I joked. I opened the door and standing outside was Logan, she looked not very excited to drive us to the Red Center, but he has to do it for the student’s happiness so they didn’t try to sneak out. I wonder how much of that he heard.

“Ready?” Logan asked.

“Yup,” I said popping the p, and I walked out of the room and I shut the door using my telekinesis and Logan and I walked down the hall in silence until he broke the silence.

“Do you like him or is he just a friend?” Logan asked as we walked to the elevator.

“Just a friend, and my only friend—besides you of course,” I lied; the truth was was I kind of did like Silver—he was nice, could put up with me, and was very good looking.

“Don’t lie to me, Mara,” Logan smirked, “I know that was your lying voice.” I pushed the button for the elevator and we both hopped in and I could feel gravity sucking us down to the ground floor.

“Maybe,” I huffed as I crossed my hand over my chest, “just a little.” The elevator dinged and the both of us stepped out of the elevator and into the nearly empty front hall; sitting on a bench in was Silver, in the moonlight his white hair shined brilliantly—he wore a plain white tee, a black leather jacket, and regular jeans.

Silver stood up and smiled at me happily, he walked over to hug me but Logan growled, “No touching.”

“Sorry, sir,” Silver apologized shyly, he looked all cute when he was being shy—wait, did I just have that thought? Bad Mara! Logan and Silver shook hands and we were out of the door and on the street where Logan’s Harley was.

Logan threw each of us a helmet and he hopped onto the motorcycle, and I was pretty unsure that we all could fit onto one motorcycle—but it was a big bike, so I could have been proven wrong. I strapped the black helmet onto to my head and hopped onto the bike, Silver did the same and when he hopped on the bike he wrapped his hands around my waist. “Now, Pietro, this is the ONLY time I’m allowing you to touch Mara, so you better be careful where you place your arms,” Logan growled, he started up the bike and we began to drive to the Red Center.

The wind whipped at our faces, and we were going very fast—I liked going fast, it reminded me of when I would run.

Silver rested his chin on my shoulder, I looked back and I smiled at him; this guy was great.

~~After the concert~~

            Silver and I sat outside of the venue with all the fans; we had already met the band members who I may add are totally awesome and hilarious. My head rested Silver’s shoulder and his arm was around me, and suddenly I felt something wet on the top of my head—rain, oh great.

            “No need to fear,” Silver said as he took his leather jacket off and put it on my head.

            “Thanks,” I said as I laid my head back down on Silver’s shoulder and I snuggled up close to him, but we were rudely interrupted by Logan’s Harley pulling up.

            He had an angry look on his face as he scowled at Silver, but he threw us our helmets and we hopped on. Once we had reached the institute’s front gates and we had all hopped off Logan grabbed Silver by the shirt collar and lifted him above the ground, and Logan growled, “What did I say about touching Mara?”

            I went into action, so I jumped onto Logan’s back and said to him, “Logan put him down! I’m seventeen I can make my own choices.” Logan dropped Silver onto the ground and I jumped off of his back.

We went back inside and Silver and I were at the top of the stairs, “I had an amazing time,” I said sweetly.

“I did too,” Said Silver, his grey eyes twinkled and he leaned and gave me a goodnight kiss.

We went our separate ways and apparently Logan had followed me up to my room, “Now,” I asked jokingly, “was that so hard?”

“Yes, it was the most painful thing I had ever felt,” Logan smirked.

“Wuss,” I murmured.