She started to panic. Where was the switch to unlock the door? She kept pulling the handle, but the door wouldn't budge.
'How can I get out?'
She scrambled around the small cab of the truck, looking for something, anything, to break the window. She knew she could break the window herself, but not without severe damage to her arm. Soon, however, if she was still trapped, survival would be more important than keeping herself from injury.
‘Oh, now here's something useful,'
A tire iron. She raised her arm, then without reason, hesitated. She closed her eyes, turned away, and brought the tire iron down against the window. But the expected crash of shattering glass never came. She opened her eyes, and saw a dimly lit Led Zeppelin poster. She sat up, relieved.
'Only a dream. It was only a dream.'
She slumped back down into the comfort of pillows and stuffed animals, looking at the luminous red numbers of her alarm clock, and sighed. 3:19 AM. Still another 4 hours until she had to wake up. Closing her beautiful green-yellow eyes, her last thought before slipping off into unconsciousness was,
'It was only a dream...'
7:30 AM. She opened her eyes as her alarm screamed its morning song of repetitive annoying beeping. She hit the snooze button, and burrowed under the blankets to fall back asleep. 8 minutes later, the beeping started again, and she was forced to turn off her alarm lest she throw it against the wall. Her radio across the room went off with its alarm, but this one she liked.
"Breathe, breathe in the air, don't be afraid to care..."
Pink Floyd. Of course it made her happy. How could it not? She rose and slipped off her sleeping shirt. The mirror on her wall seemed to mock her puffy eyes and tousled hair. She grabbed a brush and set to go to battle on her head. After getting her hair under control, she studied her semi-naked form in the mirror. Her body was well formed; she had curves in all the right places: wonderfully formed hips, breasts not too big nor too small, tall and lean, but not anorexic-looking. She didn't think too much of her face with all of her pre-teen acne scarring, but she had a cute little button nose, full dark pink lips, and long wavy black hair. But it was her eyes that seemed to entrance people, and not just the boys. They were an equal mix of green and yellow, with a hairline of cerulean around the outside of the irises. She could change peoples' minds when she held their eyes in a gaze for longer than a minute, and she had used this tool for her own ends, but not too much, because she feared what she could really accomplish with that kind of power. She looked away, slightly intimidated by her own body, and proceeded to dress. She grabbed a tight pair of light-colored blue jeans and her favorite black belt that she wore with everything. She was searching through her dresser drawer for a top when a call came from downstairs.
"Kae, breakfast is waiting for you!"
She sighed, straightened up with a black tank top with beige lace clutched in her hand. She pulled the top down over her head and ran down the stairs barefoot. There was her breakfast, thoughtfully prepared for her, always when she didn't want it. Kae sighed again, thinking of how many times she had tried to tell her mother that she didn't want breakfast this early in the morning, especially right after she had woken up. It was no use; her mother only insisted that she needed food in the morning for a good day. She ate quickly to avoid having to take her younger sister to school. If she left early enough, her sister would have to ride the bus.
Kae launched out of her seat as soon as she was finished eating, grabbed her keys, a light sweater, slipped on her black-and-white Vans, and raced out to her car.
"Bye Kae! Have a good day at school!"
She spent 10 minutes of almost every morning driving down the road, singing along with some obscure song on the morning radio. It was her temporary respite, because it was one of the only times in her whole day the she was alone. Once she got to school, she would be surrounded by a multitude of people she didn't know, and people she didn't want to know.
She arrived at school with ten minutes to the bell, and walked around the theatre building to find her newest project: Adam. He was one of those tough boys, and just liked to have a girl around to do what he wanted with. Kae's goal was to change that, and try and make him beg her for anything. She spotted his black leather jacket and shiny chains a long way off, and slowly ambled in his direction. Adam soon saw her, and almost immediately left his friends to go straight towards her. She smiled to herself, thinking that she was going to prove her friends wrong. All of them doubted that he could be so easily changed.
"Kae---what's up?" he asked even before he was within 15 feet of her.
"Oh, you know, just, the usual..." she replied, rather lamely she thought.
He was quiet, looking intently at her, through his black eyes. Kae didn't think she had ever been looked at so hard before. For the first time she could ever remember, she began to get uncomfortable in his gaze.
'Damn,' she thought, 'why did I have to dress like this?'
She let him study her for a few seconds longer, then broke the long silence.
"What's your first class again?"
He seemed to break free of his semi-trance and answered something incoherent. She was trying to think of something else to say when the bell rang, saving her from the embarrassing moment.
"Let's go," she suggested.
They walked in the direction of their classes, both right across the hall from each other, exchanging some talk and just trying to think of anything to say. Every morning when Kae walked into her 1st period art class, she felt a little lonely after being in the somewhat-powerful presence of Adam. She didn't know what it was; he just felt like he had so much hidden potential and possibly dangerous power. Maybe it was something like her eye magic.
Halfway through class, there was a loud knock on the door. The teacher, Ms. Holovoet, opened the door, and there stood the most beautiful creature Kae had ever beheld. But how odd! He looked exactly like a twin brother would. The same unruly black hair, same nose, same lips, and most startling of all, the same exact yellow-green eyes with the bit of cerulean around the edges. They looked each other in the eyes, and saw their souls reflected. In that small fraction of time, they understood every hardship of the other, every bad thought, every sad moment. They took on each other's sorrows and joys, and their being molded into one right in front of their eyes. In that moment, Kae forgot all thoughts of Adam and instead only concerned her whole being on this new one who had seemed to materialize.
Ms. Holovoet looked confused at the minimal interplay from both the new kid and Kae even though neither had moved or spoke or even done anything obvious at all. She judged it better to let them sit together lest they cause something to happen.
"Hi. My name is Reagan. I just moved here. The principal sent me over in this direction. This is my first class."
She directed him over to the table that Kae sat at and left to go back to the front of the room. Kae looked at Reagan interestedly, and he saw her identical eyes filled with questions.
"Not here, not now, but I will tell you everything you need to know soon," he whispered mysteriously.
She turned back to the front of class and tried to concentrate on her work. When the bell rang for the end of class, she turned to him with the same questioning eyes. He led her out of the room, past the astounded looks of Adam's friends, and past Adam's own hurt look. He tried to get her attention, but she didn't appear to hear or see him.
Reagan launched right into explanations of why he had come: "The Great Mother sent me to warn you and help you. You are in grave danger. Little do you know, there is a group, a cult if you will, of us, the dark beings with the yellow-green eyes. We call ourselves Animajerians. We are born randomly to parents throughout the world, specializing in mind control through our gaze. Ordinary humans fall into the trap of our trances. Only some other being with even slight magic can resist. The more powerful of us can fool even those with magical ability, but there are too few of us that powerful. Your new interest, Adam, I believe he calls himself now, is an evil breed of our close human cousins, called Frioliths. His sworn goal, since the beginning of time, has been to destroy as many Animajerians as he can. He magics himself into the form of an attractive teen and lures the youngest of ours who are unsuspecting and usually undiscovered by us. He will try and kill you. You can come and join our group and be sworn on your blood to stop all evil, or you can try and kill him on your own."
Kae looked at him with a startled gaze, and didn't even know what to think. It was too much for her to comprehend in so little time.
"I don't know; I need time to think about all of this,"
"Oh, you don't have to decide right away. I'm merely here for your protection against the Friolith." Reagan replied nonchalantly.
Kae seemed to go through the rest of her classes in a daze. She didn't have any other classes with Reagan, but she always saw him discreetly keeping an eye on her between every passing period. She didn't see Adam again either; maybe he was avoiding her. She didn't go looking for him. She had a lot to think about. Adam was trying to kill her? It made some small sense; after all he was a dark and mysterious person. She hadn't even bothered to research his background and find out anything about him. Now here was Reagan, supposedly trying to protect her. Against Adam? It was all too much. She was so confused. She just needed to be alone.
She ran out of school when the last bell rang and got in her car and left. She called her mom, and told her she was going to a friend's to study for a while. Kae then went to a place she hadn't visited in a long time: the Graveyard. As she was driving there, it began to get cloudy, and then misty. She hoped it wouldn't rain. As she pulled up, it began to rain lightly.
'Oh well, it's not like it matters that much if I get wet.'
She got out of her car and walked around, the damp slowly seeping into her clothing. She wound her way through the headstones, not really paying attention to where she was going, and ended up in front of a particular headstone. It read, "Here lies Alfred, loving husband, father, and friend. May he rest in eternal peace and paradise." The unwilling tears that had been forming all day finally spilled over her cheeks. She didn't want to see this headstone that had meaning to her. It was her father's. What could she tell him? How sorry she was that she hadn't come to visit him even though it was only his earthly remains and not his being buried in a box six feet under dirt? She crouched in the slowly forming mud, and sobbed like she couldn't bear living.
She stayed there for almost 15 minutes, sobbing and rocking back and forth, until she was startled by a familiar voice.
"Kae! Are you all right?"
She swiveled her head and saw through her nearly swollen-shut eyes Adam. She didn't know what to think. If he really was trying to kill her, now was his perfect chance. She was scared, but she intended to go down fighting as hard as she could. Adam looked genuinely concerned for her, and grabbed her arms and pulled her into a standing position. At once, he sensed her reluctance and stiffness, so he let go. He looked her in those beautiful eyes she had, and felt confused and not a little scared; her look was so piercing and full of mistrust that it alarmed him.
"What's wrong with you? I saw you this morning walking with some boy, and you looked upset. Tell me what's wrong. I want to help."
His pleading only made her more scared for her life. She didn't know what to do. He could kill her right here, right now, and nobody would know what happened. She opened her mouth to say something, anything, but the only sound that came out was one strangled, whimpered word:
"Friolith..."
Immediately, Adam's look turned dark. His own eyes glowed with hate. He could barely get control of his own lips, and twist them to allow him to speak.
"Those...selfish bastards...how could they...they hate me...I thought I'd left them behind..."
He almost lost control. She could now see that his malice was for Reagan, and whomever he was working with. He disciplined himself to some form of calm, and explained.
"That one who calls himself Reagan, he is the one you need to watch out for. That cult of theirs, that is the trap they try to set on all who look like them. All humans have eye magic, some just feel it stronger than others. They recruit people who look like them. I try to save those who could fall victim to their trickery, like you. I'll bet almost anything that Reagan told you I would try to kill you, right?"
She nodded silently, her eyes threatening to let loose a flood of tears.
"Well, if I was trying to kill you and enslave your soul, don't you think I would have done it already?"
She didn't even bother to respond. She felt so torn and pulled apart. How could she answer a question like that?
"Would you like some proof? I can show you something that might convince you."
Without waiting for her, he pulled a crumpled-up paper out of his jacket. It was two pictures. The one on the top was of Adam, and a girl that looked like she could be his sister. Below that was a picture of a crime scene, with the little girl. she was laying on the bare floor of a house, and on the bare wall behind the body, was written, in what disgustingly looked like blood, were the words, 'Friolith in life, Animajerian in death. Be warned Adam!'
"They killed her because she wouldn't join their cult. She was so innocent, had no idea of the potential power that lurked everywhere around her. She was my little sister. They killed her in the ritual way, so her soul would become theirs. It makes them stronger in their pursuit of me. I don't want the same thing to happen to you. You're worth so much more to me and this world than to be so easily killed."
He said these last words looking at the ground. Kae could see tears that weren't hers plopping onto the paper. She grabbed his shaking hands, more to steady herself than him. He looked up at her, and for the first time, she tried to focus her ill-trained eyes onto him. The more she concentrated, the more she felt she was losing herself in his own body. She looked into his black eyes, and saw the world. She saw all of his hardships, fears, worries, dreams, hopes, and sorrows. She saw he was telling the truth. Instinctively, she knew this was what Reagan had allowed her to do, to some small extent, when they had first met. She knew also that only Adam could have allowed her access to all of those emotions and thoughts. She also saw his true feelings for her, although him allowing her to see his very being was as much of a hint as the actual feelings for her that she saw tangibly.
Unexpectedly, the connection broke. she was shocked, and almost stumbled and fell, but Adam caught her. She was so close to his face, she could see that his dark eyelashes were tipped with blonde. He had a similar look of shock on his face, which quickly turned to one of so many different emotions. She didn't know what was going through her head, except the very loud thought that she wanted him. Not to kiss him, not to hold him, not to sleep with him, but just him. Everything about him she wanted, and everything about him she could have. Without resistance, she allowed him to read her most insistent thoughts, and he smiled. She didn't know which one of them initiated that first touch of lips, but it was divine. At the time in her life when everything seemed the most helpless and unsettled and dangerous, here was Adam, lending a helping hand, and giving her his soul.
A fierce longing rose in Kae, and she could feel a similar commotion going on in Adam's body too. He whispered, "Not here...we can be found here."
"I have to go home anyway. My mom doesn't even know I'm here."
He wouldn't let her go home by herself, and he wasn't satisfied until he saw her in through the front door.
'How can I get out?'
She scrambled around the small cab of the truck, looking for something, anything, to break the window. She knew she could break the window herself, but not without severe damage to her arm. Soon, however, if she was still trapped, survival would be more important than keeping herself from injury.
‘Oh, now here's something useful,'
A tire iron. She raised her arm, then without reason, hesitated. She closed her eyes, turned away, and brought the tire iron down against the window. But the expected crash of shattering glass never came. She opened her eyes, and saw a dimly lit Led Zeppelin poster. She sat up, relieved.
'Only a dream. It was only a dream.'
She slumped back down into the comfort of pillows and stuffed animals, looking at the luminous red numbers of her alarm clock, and sighed. 3:19 AM. Still another 4 hours until she had to wake up. Closing her beautiful green-yellow eyes, her last thought before slipping off into unconsciousness was,
'It was only a dream...'
7:30 AM. She opened her eyes as her alarm screamed its morning song of repetitive annoying beeping. She hit the snooze button, and burrowed under the blankets to fall back asleep. 8 minutes later, the beeping started again, and she was forced to turn off her alarm lest she throw it against the wall. Her radio across the room went off with its alarm, but this one she liked.
"Breathe, breathe in the air, don't be afraid to care..."
Pink Floyd. Of course it made her happy. How could it not? She rose and slipped off her sleeping shirt. The mirror on her wall seemed to mock her puffy eyes and tousled hair. She grabbed a brush and set to go to battle on her head. After getting her hair under control, she studied her semi-naked form in the mirror. Her body was well formed; she had curves in all the right places: wonderfully formed hips, breasts not too big nor too small, tall and lean, but not anorexic-looking. She didn't think too much of her face with all of her pre-teen acne scarring, but she had a cute little button nose, full dark pink lips, and long wavy black hair. But it was her eyes that seemed to entrance people, and not just the boys. They were an equal mix of green and yellow, with a hairline of cerulean around the outside of the irises. She could change peoples' minds when she held their eyes in a gaze for longer than a minute, and she had used this tool for her own ends, but not too much, because she feared what she could really accomplish with that kind of power. She looked away, slightly intimidated by her own body, and proceeded to dress. She grabbed a tight pair of light-colored blue jeans and her favorite black belt that she wore with everything. She was searching through her dresser drawer for a top when a call came from downstairs.
"Kae, breakfast is waiting for you!"
She sighed, straightened up with a black tank top with beige lace clutched in her hand. She pulled the top down over her head and ran down the stairs barefoot. There was her breakfast, thoughtfully prepared for her, always when she didn't want it. Kae sighed again, thinking of how many times she had tried to tell her mother that she didn't want breakfast this early in the morning, especially right after she had woken up. It was no use; her mother only insisted that she needed food in the morning for a good day. She ate quickly to avoid having to take her younger sister to school. If she left early enough, her sister would have to ride the bus.
Kae launched out of her seat as soon as she was finished eating, grabbed her keys, a light sweater, slipped on her black-and-white Vans, and raced out to her car.
"Bye Kae! Have a good day at school!"
She spent 10 minutes of almost every morning driving down the road, singing along with some obscure song on the morning radio. It was her temporary respite, because it was one of the only times in her whole day the she was alone. Once she got to school, she would be surrounded by a multitude of people she didn't know, and people she didn't want to know.
She arrived at school with ten minutes to the bell, and walked around the theatre building to find her newest project: Adam. He was one of those tough boys, and just liked to have a girl around to do what he wanted with. Kae's goal was to change that, and try and make him beg her for anything. She spotted his black leather jacket and shiny chains a long way off, and slowly ambled in his direction. Adam soon saw her, and almost immediately left his friends to go straight towards her. She smiled to herself, thinking that she was going to prove her friends wrong. All of them doubted that he could be so easily changed.
"Kae---what's up?" he asked even before he was within 15 feet of her.
"Oh, you know, just, the usual..." she replied, rather lamely she thought.
He was quiet, looking intently at her, through his black eyes. Kae didn't think she had ever been looked at so hard before. For the first time she could ever remember, she began to get uncomfortable in his gaze.
'Damn,' she thought, 'why did I have to dress like this?'
She let him study her for a few seconds longer, then broke the long silence.
"What's your first class again?"
He seemed to break free of his semi-trance and answered something incoherent. She was trying to think of something else to say when the bell rang, saving her from the embarrassing moment.
"Let's go," she suggested.
They walked in the direction of their classes, both right across the hall from each other, exchanging some talk and just trying to think of anything to say. Every morning when Kae walked into her 1st period art class, she felt a little lonely after being in the somewhat-powerful presence of Adam. She didn't know what it was; he just felt like he had so much hidden potential and possibly dangerous power. Maybe it was something like her eye magic.
Halfway through class, there was a loud knock on the door. The teacher, Ms. Holovoet, opened the door, and there stood the most beautiful creature Kae had ever beheld. But how odd! He looked exactly like a twin brother would. The same unruly black hair, same nose, same lips, and most startling of all, the same exact yellow-green eyes with the bit of cerulean around the edges. They looked each other in the eyes, and saw their souls reflected. In that small fraction of time, they understood every hardship of the other, every bad thought, every sad moment. They took on each other's sorrows and joys, and their being molded into one right in front of their eyes. In that moment, Kae forgot all thoughts of Adam and instead only concerned her whole being on this new one who had seemed to materialize.
Ms. Holovoet looked confused at the minimal interplay from both the new kid and Kae even though neither had moved or spoke or even done anything obvious at all. She judged it better to let them sit together lest they cause something to happen.
"Hi. My name is Reagan. I just moved here. The principal sent me over in this direction. This is my first class."
She directed him over to the table that Kae sat at and left to go back to the front of the room. Kae looked at Reagan interestedly, and he saw her identical eyes filled with questions.
"Not here, not now, but I will tell you everything you need to know soon," he whispered mysteriously.
She turned back to the front of class and tried to concentrate on her work. When the bell rang for the end of class, she turned to him with the same questioning eyes. He led her out of the room, past the astounded looks of Adam's friends, and past Adam's own hurt look. He tried to get her attention, but she didn't appear to hear or see him.
Reagan launched right into explanations of why he had come: "The Great Mother sent me to warn you and help you. You are in grave danger. Little do you know, there is a group, a cult if you will, of us, the dark beings with the yellow-green eyes. We call ourselves Animajerians. We are born randomly to parents throughout the world, specializing in mind control through our gaze. Ordinary humans fall into the trap of our trances. Only some other being with even slight magic can resist. The more powerful of us can fool even those with magical ability, but there are too few of us that powerful. Your new interest, Adam, I believe he calls himself now, is an evil breed of our close human cousins, called Frioliths. His sworn goal, since the beginning of time, has been to destroy as many Animajerians as he can. He magics himself into the form of an attractive teen and lures the youngest of ours who are unsuspecting and usually undiscovered by us. He will try and kill you. You can come and join our group and be sworn on your blood to stop all evil, or you can try and kill him on your own."
Kae looked at him with a startled gaze, and didn't even know what to think. It was too much for her to comprehend in so little time.
"I don't know; I need time to think about all of this,"
"Oh, you don't have to decide right away. I'm merely here for your protection against the Friolith." Reagan replied nonchalantly.
Kae seemed to go through the rest of her classes in a daze. She didn't have any other classes with Reagan, but she always saw him discreetly keeping an eye on her between every passing period. She didn't see Adam again either; maybe he was avoiding her. She didn't go looking for him. She had a lot to think about. Adam was trying to kill her? It made some small sense; after all he was a dark and mysterious person. She hadn't even bothered to research his background and find out anything about him. Now here was Reagan, supposedly trying to protect her. Against Adam? It was all too much. She was so confused. She just needed to be alone.
She ran out of school when the last bell rang and got in her car and left. She called her mom, and told her she was going to a friend's to study for a while. Kae then went to a place she hadn't visited in a long time: the Graveyard. As she was driving there, it began to get cloudy, and then misty. She hoped it wouldn't rain. As she pulled up, it began to rain lightly.
'Oh well, it's not like it matters that much if I get wet.'
She got out of her car and walked around, the damp slowly seeping into her clothing. She wound her way through the headstones, not really paying attention to where she was going, and ended up in front of a particular headstone. It read, "Here lies Alfred, loving husband, father, and friend. May he rest in eternal peace and paradise." The unwilling tears that had been forming all day finally spilled over her cheeks. She didn't want to see this headstone that had meaning to her. It was her father's. What could she tell him? How sorry she was that she hadn't come to visit him even though it was only his earthly remains and not his being buried in a box six feet under dirt? She crouched in the slowly forming mud, and sobbed like she couldn't bear living.
She stayed there for almost 15 minutes, sobbing and rocking back and forth, until she was startled by a familiar voice.
"Kae! Are you all right?"
She swiveled her head and saw through her nearly swollen-shut eyes Adam. She didn't know what to think. If he really was trying to kill her, now was his perfect chance. She was scared, but she intended to go down fighting as hard as she could. Adam looked genuinely concerned for her, and grabbed her arms and pulled her into a standing position. At once, he sensed her reluctance and stiffness, so he let go. He looked her in those beautiful eyes she had, and felt confused and not a little scared; her look was so piercing and full of mistrust that it alarmed him.
"What's wrong with you? I saw you this morning walking with some boy, and you looked upset. Tell me what's wrong. I want to help."
His pleading only made her more scared for her life. She didn't know what to do. He could kill her right here, right now, and nobody would know what happened. She opened her mouth to say something, anything, but the only sound that came out was one strangled, whimpered word:
"Friolith..."
Immediately, Adam's look turned dark. His own eyes glowed with hate. He could barely get control of his own lips, and twist them to allow him to speak.
"Those...selfish bastards...how could they...they hate me...I thought I'd left them behind..."
He almost lost control. She could now see that his malice was for Reagan, and whomever he was working with. He disciplined himself to some form of calm, and explained.
"That one who calls himself Reagan, he is the one you need to watch out for. That cult of theirs, that is the trap they try to set on all who look like them. All humans have eye magic, some just feel it stronger than others. They recruit people who look like them. I try to save those who could fall victim to their trickery, like you. I'll bet almost anything that Reagan told you I would try to kill you, right?"
She nodded silently, her eyes threatening to let loose a flood of tears.
"Well, if I was trying to kill you and enslave your soul, don't you think I would have done it already?"
She didn't even bother to respond. She felt so torn and pulled apart. How could she answer a question like that?
"Would you like some proof? I can show you something that might convince you."
Without waiting for her, he pulled a crumpled-up paper out of his jacket. It was two pictures. The one on the top was of Adam, and a girl that looked like she could be his sister. Below that was a picture of a crime scene, with the little girl. she was laying on the bare floor of a house, and on the bare wall behind the body, was written, in what disgustingly looked like blood, were the words, 'Friolith in life, Animajerian in death. Be warned Adam!'
"They killed her because she wouldn't join their cult. She was so innocent, had no idea of the potential power that lurked everywhere around her. She was my little sister. They killed her in the ritual way, so her soul would become theirs. It makes them stronger in their pursuit of me. I don't want the same thing to happen to you. You're worth so much more to me and this world than to be so easily killed."
He said these last words looking at the ground. Kae could see tears that weren't hers plopping onto the paper. She grabbed his shaking hands, more to steady herself than him. He looked up at her, and for the first time, she tried to focus her ill-trained eyes onto him. The more she concentrated, the more she felt she was losing herself in his own body. She looked into his black eyes, and saw the world. She saw all of his hardships, fears, worries, dreams, hopes, and sorrows. She saw he was telling the truth. Instinctively, she knew this was what Reagan had allowed her to do, to some small extent, when they had first met. She knew also that only Adam could have allowed her access to all of those emotions and thoughts. She also saw his true feelings for her, although him allowing her to see his very being was as much of a hint as the actual feelings for her that she saw tangibly.
Unexpectedly, the connection broke. she was shocked, and almost stumbled and fell, but Adam caught her. She was so close to his face, she could see that his dark eyelashes were tipped with blonde. He had a similar look of shock on his face, which quickly turned to one of so many different emotions. She didn't know what was going through her head, except the very loud thought that she wanted him. Not to kiss him, not to hold him, not to sleep with him, but just him. Everything about him she wanted, and everything about him she could have. Without resistance, she allowed him to read her most insistent thoughts, and he smiled. She didn't know which one of them initiated that first touch of lips, but it was divine. At the time in her life when everything seemed the most helpless and unsettled and dangerous, here was Adam, lending a helping hand, and giving her his soul.
A fierce longing rose in Kae, and she could feel a similar commotion going on in Adam's body too. He whispered, "Not here...we can be found here."
"I have to go home anyway. My mom doesn't even know I'm here."
He wouldn't let her go home by herself, and he wasn't satisfied until he saw her in through the front door.
"Be careful Adam. I don't want you to get hurt because of me."
"You're something worth getting hurt for," he replied, then he walked off into the darkening street.
Kae could hardly believe it. She had gotten her wish, in a bizarre way. She had wanted Adam, but she had hardly expected for it to work out like this.
Her morning routine was much the same as before, with the rushing to look for clothes and hurriedly eating a breakfast that she didn't want. When she got to school, everyone was rushing around the parking lot, holding fistfuls of flyers. Flyers for a rave. A boy ran up to Kae and stuffed a few in her hand.
"There's a rave tonight! Everyone's going. It's supposed to be the best one of the year," he said loudly with wide, excited eyes.
He ran off to distribute more flyers, and Kae went to go find Adam. She held up her flyer as she walked up to him, and he grinned.
"Do you want to go?" She asked him.
"Hell yeah! I love raves! They're the greatest!"
"When should we leave?"
"It starts at 9 o'clock, right? Then we should probably leave around 8 since it'll take awhile to get out there and get in. Do you want me or you to drive?"
"I'll drive," Kae volunteered. "I don't like being in the passenger seat of a car."
Adam and Kae walked to class as usual, and then she froze right outside the door to her classroom. Reagan was in there. How could she face him and tell him that she did or didn’t believe him about Adam?
"I'm not going in there," she said with dread.
Adam gently pushed her into the classroom, whispering, "You have to. He'll get suspicious and he'll try something against you or me or both of us."
She reluctantly walked into the room, and slowly made her way to her table. She smiled at Reagan to keep his mind at ease, but the look on his face was enough to tell her that he knew everything about how she hadn't believed a word of what he'd said the day before. She said she had a headache and lay her head on the desk and hoped Reagan would leave her alone. He did, for the most part. She dozed a little, going in and out of reality.
Towards the end of class, she thought she heard a low whisper saying, "Watch out. You're going to get what you deserve, along with him!"
She turned towards him with questioning eyes, but he looked as if nothing had happened or been said.
The day went by quickly, and as Kae made her way home, she was trying to think up something she could tell her mom so she would be able to leave.
'I'll tell her I’m spending the night with one of my friends.'
Kae got into her car with an extra set of clothes, toothbrush, shoes, and some other unnecessary items she would need to have a night away from home. She met Adam outside of his house, and he ran out to the car when she drove up. He dove in the front seat, leaned over, and kissed her hard, all in one motion. She looked a little bit startled, and it made Adam laugh.
"Don’t worry baby, I just felt like I needed to do that,"
She shrugged a little, and said, "Lets get in a rave-mood,"
They drove towards the highway, while Adam browsed through her iPod looking for some good trance. He stopped on some ATB, and got out some glo-stix and started the repetitive hand motions of raving. They made their way along the roads until they got to the warehouse the rave was at. Kae parked and, grabbed two glo-stix and a tab of ecstasy, the only drug she would use, and rarely at that. She stood outside of her car, and Adam tossed her a bottle of orange juice to swallow it with. She took it, threw the bottle back into the car, and they both hurried to the front entrance. Adam was raving the whole time they waited in line, while Kea got a little jittery. They got inside, and looked around. The effects of the ex were starting; she could feel her blood get hot, her limbs get looser, and most of all, Adam standing close behind her, feeling the same thing.
He leaned close to her ear, and said, "Let's have some fun,"
She pulled the glo-stix from her pocket and cracked them. Once entwined in her fingers, she began those same repetitive motions and twists that make up raving.
"PUT YOUR HAND TOGETHER FOR YOUR DJ TONIGHT, DJ KASANOVA!" a voice said over the PA system. The DJ came out and stood at the turntables, and put on the first song; Ecstasy, by ATB. Kea and Adam both screamed wildly with the rest of the crowd, and started dancing.
Kae could hardly believe it. She had gotten her wish, in a bizarre way. She had wanted Adam, but she had hardly expected for it to work out like this.
Her morning routine was much the same as before, with the rushing to look for clothes and hurriedly eating a breakfast that she didn't want. When she got to school, everyone was rushing around the parking lot, holding fistfuls of flyers. Flyers for a rave. A boy ran up to Kae and stuffed a few in her hand.
"There's a rave tonight! Everyone's going. It's supposed to be the best one of the year," he said loudly with wide, excited eyes.
He ran off to distribute more flyers, and Kae went to go find Adam. She held up her flyer as she walked up to him, and he grinned.
"Do you want to go?" She asked him.
"Hell yeah! I love raves! They're the greatest!"
"When should we leave?"
"It starts at 9 o'clock, right? Then we should probably leave around 8 since it'll take awhile to get out there and get in. Do you want me or you to drive?"
"I'll drive," Kae volunteered. "I don't like being in the passenger seat of a car."
Adam and Kae walked to class as usual, and then she froze right outside the door to her classroom. Reagan was in there. How could she face him and tell him that she did or didn’t believe him about Adam?
"I'm not going in there," she said with dread.
Adam gently pushed her into the classroom, whispering, "You have to. He'll get suspicious and he'll try something against you or me or both of us."
She reluctantly walked into the room, and slowly made her way to her table. She smiled at Reagan to keep his mind at ease, but the look on his face was enough to tell her that he knew everything about how she hadn't believed a word of what he'd said the day before. She said she had a headache and lay her head on the desk and hoped Reagan would leave her alone. He did, for the most part. She dozed a little, going in and out of reality.
Towards the end of class, she thought she heard a low whisper saying, "Watch out. You're going to get what you deserve, along with him!"
She turned towards him with questioning eyes, but he looked as if nothing had happened or been said.
The day went by quickly, and as Kae made her way home, she was trying to think up something she could tell her mom so she would be able to leave.
'I'll tell her I’m spending the night with one of my friends.'
Kae got into her car with an extra set of clothes, toothbrush, shoes, and some other unnecessary items she would need to have a night away from home. She met Adam outside of his house, and he ran out to the car when she drove up. He dove in the front seat, leaned over, and kissed her hard, all in one motion. She looked a little bit startled, and it made Adam laugh.
"Don’t worry baby, I just felt like I needed to do that,"
She shrugged a little, and said, "Lets get in a rave-mood,"
They drove towards the highway, while Adam browsed through her iPod looking for some good trance. He stopped on some ATB, and got out some glo-stix and started the repetitive hand motions of raving. They made their way along the roads until they got to the warehouse the rave was at. Kae parked and, grabbed two glo-stix and a tab of ecstasy, the only drug she would use, and rarely at that. She stood outside of her car, and Adam tossed her a bottle of orange juice to swallow it with. She took it, threw the bottle back into the car, and they both hurried to the front entrance. Adam was raving the whole time they waited in line, while Kea got a little jittery. They got inside, and looked around. The effects of the ex were starting; she could feel her blood get hot, her limbs get looser, and most of all, Adam standing close behind her, feeling the same thing.
He leaned close to her ear, and said, "Let's have some fun,"
She pulled the glo-stix from her pocket and cracked them. Once entwined in her fingers, she began those same repetitive motions and twists that make up raving.
"PUT YOUR HAND TOGETHER FOR YOUR DJ TONIGHT, DJ KASANOVA!" a voice said over the PA system. The DJ came out and stood at the turntables, and put on the first song; Ecstasy, by ATB. Kea and Adam both screamed wildly with the rest of the crowd, and started dancing.
