Author: Eden Beck
Category: Paranormal
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As if sensing my gaze, Kaleb glances straight down the hall towards us, and for a second we lock eyes. I recognize those eyes, they’re the same deep gray that looked at me in the gas station store. This time I know I’m not imagining it when it happens.
And this time, I can’t contain the shudder that runs down my spine.
It’s a feeling not easily shaken.
When Kaleb looked at me earlier, I felt a jolt in my stomach. I felt a race down my spine.
More than that, however, it was almost as if a quick glance conveyed more than a brief moment of understanding. There was something there. A moment shared, an unvoiced whisper.
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Even now, with the cramped hallway replaced with the narrow-lined benches of the cafeteria, I’m finding it difficult to focus on the other conversations happening around me.
I sit with Jess at lunch and am introduced to another one of her friends. I’m half-listening to the girls chat about some upcoming dance while Tom keeps laughing a little too loud and sitting a little too close beside me.
I’ve never understood why boys, even the well-meaning ones, think they’re going to win a girl over by acting like a show-off. I push another carrot stick in my mouth and enjoy the satisfying crunch of it between my teeth. Free lunch is always a good deal, especially when the food is decent.
That isn’t the case here.
I don’t realize that I’ve been staring blankly across the lunchroom until the second girl at the table pokes me in the arm with her fork.
I jump a mile in my seat, recovering with a mumbled, “Sorry, what was that?”
“Sheesh, Aimee, you scared the poor girl,” Jess says, but she’s stifling a laugh along with Tom.
The girl, Aimee, swishes her hair over one shoulder, and ignores Jess in favor of me. “You shouldn’t bother.”
“With what?”
“With them,” she says, pointing blatantly across the cafeteria in the direction I’d been staring … which just so happens to be where Rory, Marlowe, and Kaleb are seated at a table by themselves.
“I wasn’t,” I say defensively. “I was just daydreaming.”
“Yeah sure. Daydreaming about them, you mean?” Aimee says. “Which one was it? Rory? Marlowe? I’ve always had a thing for him. Not that he’s ever noticed me.”
“I … I wasn’t …”
Jess keeps having to smother her laughter in her elbow, but Tom, beside her, just looks peeved.
“Please, don’t worry about me,” Aimee adds, quickly. “Basically everyone here has a crush on them. It’s not like I’m calling dibs. I just thought I should warn you ahead of time in case you decide to think about it, I wouldn’t bother. They’re not allowed to date, anyway.”
“Not allowed?” I dare another glance in their direction. I was just caught staring, so there’s no harm to be done with another look. “Are they, like, focusing on sports or something?”
“I dunno,” Aimee says as she forks some mashed potatoes into her mouth and then tries to continue talking while politely covering her chewing with one hand. “Sports would make sense if they were ever actually at school. It’s got to be some weird religious thing. It’s the only other thing I can think of.”
At this, Jess can no longer stay silent. She flops down across the table, letting out a dramatic sigh.
“And that, right there, is the true tragedy of North Port High.”
7
Sabrina
The rest of my classes seem to pass by in a rush. I’m not really paying attention to any of them anyways. Aside from spending most of my time actively trying not to think about Rory, or Marlowe, or Kaleb, I’m also thinking about having to walk back home after school. As much as I normally enjoy solitude, I’m still a little bit sketched out about that howling sound, but even more thanks to that guy from this morning.
What if he’s still hanging around in the woods somewhere waiting to get his revenge on me for spilling my coffee on his arm? In my experience, men aren’t quick to forgive being made to look weak … especially not by a woman.
By the time the bell rings, I don’t have time to think further about any of it. I promised my mom I would come straight home and I know that she’ll spin into a panic attack if I don’t. It’s not her fault, she always gets this way when we get to a new town.
First, she’ll struggle to settle in. She’ll jump at shadows, just like me, freak out when class runs late or I forget to tell her about an after-school program. Then she’ll grow complacent. She’ll start to get comfortable. And just when things start to feel normal—really normal—it’ll all be snatched away from us yet again, and we’re back to square one.