Post by silent.lullaby on Dec 17, 2009 15:18:40 GMT -5
Dusk .::Chapter 07::. Tongue Tied
The assembly could be summed up like this; welcome students of St. Viktor’s. Welcome back student’s of Clark High. Welcome to the grade nines. School rules. Introductions of new teachers. Talk of the new expansion on the library, blah, blah, blah.
My classes were; Art, English, Sociology, P.E. “Marlowe!” I grabbed her sleeve as I read over my list again. “I have Physical Education!”
“So do I, same slot. Actually I have all my classes with you. Sweet!” She said as she leaned over me looking at my sheet, as we walked down the hall.
“I mean...” I grabbed her and pulled her into the girls bathroom. Upon stepping in, I knew no one was there. “How can we participate?”
Marlowe sighed, “you worry to much, just think human speeds. Keep it under fifty k’s.”
“Funny,” I noted humourlessly. “What if I mess up?”
“What if any of us mess up?” Marlowe asked sourly. “None of us know, just do your best. It’s just a test, if it fails, the covenant will clean it up and the elders will feel like fools. Now come on, we have to get to English, I don’t want detention on my first day.”
English went off with out a hitch, sociology was a little dull thus far. Lunch was strange. All of the kids from St. Viktor’s on one side of the cafeteria, all the humans on the other. “I don’t like it,” Ingrid said as she turned back toward the table. “All of them behind me, talking, laughing. It’s like they are plotting something.”
“They aren’t plotting anything,” Faust said in a bored voice as he pushed around his fries with a plastic fork. “Your paranoid.”
“Who is paranoid?” Jacques asked as he sat down beside me.
“Grid is,” Faust responded.
“Don’t call me that,” Ingrid snapped. “You know I don’t like it. It sounds like a nerd’s alias.”
“Your name is too long.”
“It’s two siblings Faus.”
Faust wrinkled his nose, “don’t call me that.”
Ingrid’s lips pulled in to a sneer, “then never call me Grid again.” Faust huffed and went back to poking his fries. “I’m going to talk to one of the fleshies.” Ingrid had already effectively scoped out the room and picked her target. Standing she sauntered over to a group of good looking males.
“My bet is she’s the one who bites a fleshie here first,” Faust said leaning over the table.
“I wouldn’t bet against that,” Jacques agreed.
The last class came and went, mostly paper work and our teacher droning on and on. Our P.E class being Co-Ed, our teacher informed us half way through the year we’d have to complete a month of health class which caused the girls to blush and the boys to laugh and joke around.
Marlowe sat beside me in plain clothing, our gym teacher telling us early we wouldn’t need to change today. “We’re going to ace this class,” she said with a grin.
I shushed her and goose bumps ran up my arm as the guy beside me brushed against me when he moved since we were all sitting on the floor huddled together. I turned quickly he was built, probably played sports. Short cropped black hair, green eyes. He caught me looking and smiled, he had a cute smile. “He’s nearly deaf you know,” he told me, “our gym teacher,” he elaborated when I must have looked confused, “he won’t catch you guys talking.”
I swallowed and Marlowe nudged me a little I could hear her holding back a laugh. “Oh.”
“Oh!” Marlowe said as we stood outside, I was waiting for Angelique. “Oh! Cute guy talks to you and your clever come back? Oh!”
“I’m all flustered and worried about biting people, and he is cute, and my tongue got all flustered and...” I sighed.
“Oh Bells, you’re adorable.” With a name like mine, my nicknames were endless. Aries, Airy, Bella, Bells, even Jelly-Belly on occasion.
I sighed, “he’s a... fleshie.” The word still seemed foolish.
“So, he’s also gorgeous, toned, was flirting with you, probably would have asked you out if you didn’t look like a deer in headlights, and would have let you bite him by the end of the night, but no.” Marlowe held the ‘o’ for much longer than seemed reasonable, to prove her point.
I could see Angelique coming and I turned to Marlowe. “We’re here for a year, and then we are gone. I just want to get good grades, not bite anyone, and go back to St. Viktor’s next year.”
Marlowe shrugged and she turned to see Angelique approaching. “You’re here now. Not at St. Viktor’s, I know we get to live forever, but the word has no meaning, it’s not really living if you don’t stay in the moment.” She pivoted on her heal, “see you tomorrow!” She called over her shoulder as she walked off in the opposite direction.
Angelique studied me then turned to Marlowe and back to me, “what was that about?”
“Nothing,” I responded as I started walking and Angelique immediately fell into step. “So how was your first day?”
“Dull,” she responded. “Lame, deadening, dreary, irksome, drab, stodgy.”
“Alright, alright, I get it.”
She smiled, “but the humour I heard in Marlowe’s voice as she was leaving, I believe you had a more interesting first day.”
“No, I didn’t. Marlowe is just humoured by a boy.”
“Ooooo, a boy.”
“He talked to me in gym class, and Marlowe thought I should have spoken back more.”
“What did he say?”
“He was informing me that our gym teacher is nearly deaf.”
“And what did you say?”
“Oh.”
“Oh?”
“Yes, oh.”
Angelique bit her bottom lip, I could hear her snickering quietly. I shook my head. “You are quite possibly the worst at talking to the opposite sex dear sister.” I shrugged. “Was he cute?” I could feel both hearts beat faster blood rushing to my face giving my porcelain pale complection a blush. Angelique snickered, “I guess that answers that. Did you ask his name?” I shook my head. “There is always tomorrow.” I groaned as we walked around the corner onto our block. “You have no problems talking to Wolfgang, or Hayden.”
“They are different.”
“Since they are werewolves?” I shook my head. “You can talk to Faust and... oh what’s the french guys name?”
“Jacques.”
“Yes, him.” Angelique pushed a long dark strand of hair back. “So why can’t you talk to a fleshie. If he hurts you, you could always crush him.”
“Angelique!”
Angelique threw up her hands. “I’m just saying.” We stayed silent as we walked further into the suburban neighbourhood. Angelique grabbed my sleeve as we entered out driveway effectively stopping me in my tracks. “You feel comfortable with your friends, but it doesn’t mean you shouldn’t make new ones.” She let go and walked ahead and into the house leaving me stunned momentarily.
I stepped into the house and took off my shoes. I could hear Angelique already clicking away at the computer, mother in the kitchen, father in his office. I paused longer listening for any signs of Tobias, but it seemed he was not home yet.
Mother was singing, a beautiful song in a language I didn’t understand. I stepped into the kitchen and she turned around beaming. “Where is your sister?” I pointed toward the computer in the other room.
“Angelique?” Mother called. “Is Tobias here?” She asked me.
“No, I can’t hear hi...” I paused hearing a rumble of his motorcycle outside. “He just pulled in.”
“Oh excellent!” Mother squealed. “Michael!”
I stepped out of the kitchen and headed into the hallway spotting Tobias. “Mom seems to be excited about something.”
“Oh God, she’s drafting us to re-tile the kitchen again.” Tobias put on a look of mock horror, “want to run while we still can?” I giggled and we both walked back to the kitchen.