Denial (Goblin's Kiss Series Book One) (6 page)

Showing she had
many sides to her character, she asked why I was here like it was a
directive, blunt and to the point. She still tapped wildly with
that stinking pencil almost to the beat of music I
couldn
’
t hear.

Perturbed at me
later in the exchange for the rebuff I countered her with, she
started to call me something vulgar. Whatever it was, I
didn
’
t want it coming out of that mouth. I grabbed her hand before
she could finish or beat that pencil over my head. Somehow, I
didn
’
t want to hear any corroded words from her lips. She was too
perfect to let such things taint her. The warm feeling returned
washing over me, took over my everything. I felt it ripple at my
hand and move out over the whole of my body and stop back at my
hands making my blood heated and on fire. I slapped my hand back
down to my lap in a fast fluid motion feeling the waves of her
emotion and mine crash into me like I was feeling all of them
together.

The back of my
mind, the part where I couldn
’
t control my own thinking
sometimes, told me she was
the
one. I wanted to scream at my brain to shut up,
but I was already worried I was reaching the crazy scale for
thinking it all in the first place. She did something to me every
single time she touched me. Holy crap!

I
’
d heard stories about my father
’
s insistent belief that the human
girl he married was magically made for him, but they were just
stories. Others had told me how he believed my mother was connected
to him physically. Just some kind of weird magical moment and it
was sealed and done. But I didn
’
t
do
anything to make it
happen.

Right now, I
could read every emotion running through her and by the way her
face looked, she was doing the same. I certainly
wouldn
’
t kiss her now, though the urge to was there. She would think
I was insane.

Heck knows what a kiss from me
would do.

Racing through
the halls I found the first floor girl
’
s bathroom and locked myself
in the stall. I leaned against the door with my back and took in
the longest breath I
’
d ever held in my life.
I
’
d
held it almost that long when Rick tried to take it too far once in
the locked locker room where everyone thought the worst of me.
I
’
d
held it half that in at the football game when Rick had cornered me
afterward under the bleachers and Tonya had saved my bee-hind from
certain man attack mode. I don
’
t know why I ever dated him and
yet he still wouldn
’
t let me
go.

Even now he tried to stop me like
he was actually concerned with my tailspin run through the
hallways. Rick dated anything on two legs since breaking up with me
and still he greeted me daily in the cafeteria pushing aside his
date for a day to see me. He was relentless.

I
didn
’
t want to think about Rick at the time, but I
couldn
’
t think about anything else. If I did, the bathroom mirrors
might explode and then where would we be?

Expelled.

I left the stall and washed my
hands for something to do. I searched my hip purse for the small
bottle of pear lotion I kept full and handy for the dry bathroom
soap I hated. The door squealed open and Tonya stuck her head
in.

“Someone said you were in here.
Are you okay?”

I relaxed at
seeing her and only wanted my red headed friend to smile and tell
me everything, including myself, was okay and normal. Tonya knew I
wasn
’
t, but she pretended for my benefit.

“I
’
m better now. Wait,” I let my hands shake out the next
question, “Who told you I was in here?” Fear enveloped
me.

“A guy. Said his name was Ames.
Hot too.” She smiled wide.

My hands shook more. He followed
me.

When I ran to the door to look out
and see his same fear driven eyes that I could somehow sense felt
the same as mine right now, I saw nothing. And felt nothing. He was
gone.

Tonya looked
back and turned left, then right. “Well, he was here. I
don
’
t know where he went. Do you know him?” She cocked her head
sideways at me in concern.

I put my hands
on either side of my temples and squeezed, “He
’
s in my writing class
is all. He is,” I stopped myself. He is what? Unnatural like
myself?

“Hot in all the
right ways and places. Definite replacement material for Rick. That
will be the icing on the cake when Rick sees.
Can
’
t wait for lunch.” Tonya giggled
annoyingly.

“NO!” I
couldn
’
t see the guy again. He was all bad in all kinds of ways. He
was like me and that scared and intrigued me into all kinds of what
if
’
s. What if he
’
s here to take me away? But what
if he had answers? “I just want to make it through my first day.
And I could care a less about Rick. He cheated.
He
’
s a loser. He doesn
’
t count for anything in my
life.”

“Still girl.
Jealous will look good on him. He needs a good dose of it.” She
giggled once more and said she
’
d see me in class. We had
Economics together with Mr. Vamp, the coolest teacher in the
school. Of course, that wasn
’
t his real name, but
that
’
s what everyone called him since he slicked his black hair
back across his head in Count Dracula style.

I took another breath and held
back my power, then headed off to class.

Tonya was waiting by the door for
me. We still had a minute till the bell rang. I watched her jump up
and down all giddy and felt a small moment of calm come over me at
the normalcy.

That balloon burst with her next
words.

“He
’
s in this class. His name is on the roster on the board,” she
crooned.

I hated to ask, “Who?”

“Mr. Hotness girl. Your bathroom
buddy.”

“Great affiliation there, thanks.”
I positioned myself accordingly and asked a very important question
to prove I was in control of my own fate. “Is he here
yet?”

Tonya shook her head
no.

I let my shoulders fall and
entered the room fast as lightning to pick a place to sit that
would be far away from his menacing eyes that just rocked my
world.

Tonya followed and we both sat at
the same type of table for two from the writing class. I was
safe.

Something purred within my head.
My stomach knotted on reflex. My heard pounded. I could feel him
getting near. What the heck?

A crew of giggling girls entered
the room including Christina and two of her cronies from the
earlier scene. Lovely.

Then... in he
walked. His gorgeous skin didn
’
t escape my eyes this time. It
was flawless. Too busy trying to ignore the knee jerk reactions
from before hitting me for a second time, I took the chance to see
him as a whole from where he across the room. His eyes
so
easily found mine.
And...he nodded at me. He freaking nodded at me. What the
heck?

He darted eyes at Tonya, then the
room. The only chair left of course was beside the short skirted
bimbo named Christina. Why did my skin prickle as he moved in her
direction? I wanted to jump up and pull him to me. What was wrong
with me?

His feet moved
easy at first and then slowed like lead was forming in his black
combat boots. The further he went, the angrier I got. Halfway to
the back table where Christina sat he stopped and oblivious to
everyone I hoped, cocked his head in a full sideways motion at me.
His eyes glowed. I blinked thinking I
’
d lost my mind not caring that
I
’
d
just been caught staring. When I opened them, there they were
again. Glowing bright green. No, it wasn
’
t the color change. It was
the pupils. It was like the dilated to dime sized circles. Oh,
snap!

His mouth moved making me leave
his eyes to see why. He mouthed the word “Breathe” to
me.

My breath hitched. Tonya heard and
asked if I was okay. In the millisecond all that took place, he was
back walking away from me like it never happened. I was in deep
trouble.

Things have
changed. Plans are different. I couldn
’
t go through with the task
my superior sent me here to do. I physically
couldn
’
t hurt her.

I heard a short
redhead stick her head in the bathroom and call her name telling me
she was probably her friend as I paced the floor outside the door.
I was the new guy and everyone probably thought
I
’
d
lost it, but I really didn
’
t care what these people thought.
She was my focus, nothing else.

Sadness. Fear. Sadness.

I caught a
certain sign on her friend
’
s right hand still holding the
bathroom door ajar. The trace left by my own kind.
Emma
’
s feelings dissipated a little when I told the girl that Emma
was in there. That was my cue. She would be okay till I returned. I
wouldn
’
t take long.

I took the steps
three at a time like when she was with me earlier and hid in the
janitorial closet. Dancing in the small space with a broom and mop
I purged the pinned up energy with a can of cleaner
I
’
d
just squeezed the life out of. The can exploded but the noise was
muffled. I felt better. She wasn’t the only one with magic, but my
extreme side stayed hidden from most.

Normal wasn
’
t attainable when magic controls
your body.

Next, I felt
like an idiot. I hadn
’
t had that much penned up
frustration since I was really young and that was many years ago. I
emerged unnoticed into the traffic of students. To class and back
to Jem. Emma.

From the corner
near the room I hadn
’
t been caught at yet I heard her
ask her friend about me. Her voice was still the sound the angels
make when they sing. Her friend was far from sentimental about my
presence but a minute earlier I was something to be seen. Not that
I cared.

Jem—Emma asked if I was in class
yet. The friend must have nodded because I heard only silence. Dang
it. I missed seeing her reaction.

I followed the groupie girls from
earlier into the room. Feeling her heart beat from outside the
door, I followed its path to its owner. She already had her eyes on
me. A satisfaction growled below my stomach.

I
hadn
’
t done it on my own, but the inner voice that seemed to crave
her wanted to reassure her I knew she was upset by me, so I nodded
at her. Her eyes went wide as the beast within smiled smug at
knowing she reacted whether it was a good reaction or
not.

I already
surmised that she didn
’
t have a clique, a high school
define categorical group as they often adapt. She was who she was
and defined herself that way. Everyone seemed to talk to her and no
one really buddied up with her either. She was
just...Emma.

I checked that
her friend seemed hellbent on staying in the seat that called for
me and then scanned the room for another. Starting towards the
slutty cheerleader groupie as my only choice, I made it three steps
when she locked up my legs. Her anger and territorial jealousy hit
like bricks bouncing off my head. She didn
’
t want me to leave her.
Crap! I couldn
’
t move.

Emma
’
s desire rose up claiming me.
Flippin
’
out as I was I couldn
’
t do anything but look her way
still standing in the tar pit she
’
d glued me into. Cutting my head
crooked so as to not make it obvious what I was doing, I
couldn
’
t be prepared for what I saw. Her eyes glowed... again. She
blinked it back and forced it down. Her efforts were in vain
because she moved the entire table beside me by three inches. And I
knew what mine might be doing also though the whole scene from
above would be as unbelievable to a human. Like learning they were
not alone in this world of diverse creatures. They would do what
humans do...make up a good story to explain it.