TheFallenStarBookSeries1 (5 page)

Over the last couple days, I’d learned three things about Alex. First off, he barely talked to anyone other than his sister. Even when Kelsey Merritt attempted to flirt with him, he ignored her. And as much as I hated to admit it, I liked his lack of interest toward her.

The second thing I’d discovered was that he could feel the electricity too. It hadn’t taken long for that to become clear. Every time the buzzing paid me a visit, Alex showed signs of being bothered by something as well. He’d tense up and lose focus. Aislin had even asked him a couple of times if something was wrong.

And the third and final thing was that he hated me. But you’ve probably already figured that one out on your own. It didn’t take a genius to see that the guy despised me.

Alex and I continued to stare each other down like we were having a staring contest or something. Alex, for some reason, seemed to find it entertaining. The amused smile playing at his lips proved that. Me, I was torn between wanting to slap that amused smile right off of his face and leaning over and pressing my lips against his.
Yeah, I know, definitely something I should not be thinking. But like I’ve established before, when it came to Alex, I had very little control over my thoughts.

“Gemma. Alex.”

I blinked and realized Mr. Sterling was standing beside our table, a stern expression on his face.

Just how long had he been standing there?

“Can I speak with you two in the hallway…
now
?” he asked, but it wasn’t a question that was allowed to be answered with a no.

“Alright,” I muttered at the same time Alex said, “Okay.”

Alex kept his eyes glued on me as he rose to his feet. I stood up too, and we followed Mr. Sterling down the stairs and out into the hallway.

I found the situation very unsettling.  The hallway was empty and silent. Mr. Sterling looked irritated. I’d never been in trouble before, but I was getting the impression that this was going to be my first time.

“I was wondering if there was a problem between you two?” Mr. Sterling asked.

I shook my head. “No.”  I mean, what was I supposed to say? Yeah there’s a problem. A huge problem. There’s this really strange electric feeling buzzing between us, and despite the fact that he hates me, I can’t seem to hate him back. Yeah, that wouldn’t make me sound crazy at all.

Mr. Sterling stared heavily at us, his attempt, I assumed, to be intimidating
. The thing was, he just wasn’t a very intimidating teacher. In fact, he had a rep for being a real softy and letting things slide.

“It just seems like there isn’t a lot of group interaction going on.” Mr. Sterling said, his attention focused solely on me. “Now Gemma, I expected you to be a little more welcoming to Aislin and Alex since they’re new here.”

Shocked, my jaw about dropped.
What!
Was he kidding? “I-I’m not…I mean I—”

He held his hand up, silencing me. “I don’t want any excuses. What I want is for the three of you to worked together and get along.”

My jaw tightened as the prickle stabbed at the back of my neck. I was pissed. More than pissed. I was downright furious. I burned the hottest glare I’d ever summoned up at Alex. He pressed his lips together to, of all things, hold back a grin. Apparently, my anger was also another thing that entertained him.

I clenched my hands into fists. I’d never been a violent person before, but if Mr. Sterling hadn’t been standing right there, I might have hit him. Well, okay, that was a lie. But in the imaginative part of my brain I would have.

“Now we have a fieldtrip coming up here pretty soon and working in a group is a very big part of it,” Mr. Sterling continued on, oblivious to my outrage. “So I want you two to get to know each other by working on the other assignments as a group.” His gaze wandered back and forth between Alex and me like he was waiting for us to promise we would.

But I was too irritated to make such a promise.

“
Alright,” Alex said, his eyes flickering in my direction. “We will.”

I had to hold back an eye roll. What’s this we crap? I wasn’t the one going out of my way to hate someone I barely knew. He’d never even given me a chance, and now I was the one getting the blame.

“Good,” Mr. Sterling said with a pleased smiled. He opened the door to the classroom. “Now I’ll let you two get back to the assignment.”

Grinding my teeth, I stepped back into classroom and made my way back to my table. Kelsey Merritt awarded me with one of her infamous you’re-such-a-loser looks as I passed by her, and then batted her eyelashes at Alex. In spite of how mad I was, I still felt a wave of relief as Alex turned his head away from her.

But I hated that I reacted that way.

I hated that Alex had that much control over my feelings.

I dropped down in my chair and watched Alex as he shuffled the deck of cards like he was getting ready for a game of poker. He cut the deck once, twice, and then tapped it on the table, aligning the cards evenly with one another.

“Alright,” he slid the deck of cards at me, “you hold them up and I’ll tell you the answers.”

I raised my eyebrows questioningly. Was he being serious? Because I’d thought when he’d made the agreement with Mr. Sterling, he’d made it as an empty promise. Yet here he was, waiting for me to show him a card.

I eyed the deck of cards warily, wondering if it was a trick or something.  If I picked one up and showed it to him, would he laugh at me because I’d actually thought he wanted to work with me?  Or was he just trying to be cooperative?

There was only one way to find out.

Reluctantly, I picked up the deck of cards he’d slid over and added it to my own. Then I flipped the top one up.

“Cassiopeia,” Alex answered indifferently.

He was correct, so I nodded and slipped the card under the deck. I lifted up the next one at the exact time the intensity of the electricity decided to ascend a notch.

“Ursa Major.” he said. Then very condescendingly added, “Or the Big Dipper.”

The sparks blazed
as I held another card up, and I had to catch my breath.

“Ursa Minor.” He caught my eye.  “Is something wrong?”

Although my heart was racing, I managed to sound composed. “Nope. Nothing’s wrong.”

He rolled his eyes, and my anger simmered as I showed him another card.

“Andromeda.” He shook his head. “This is so ridiculous.”

Okay, that was it. Enough was enough. A few choice words burned at the tip of my tongue, but I bit them back. “You know what, you’re right. This is ridiculous.” I tossed the card I was holding onto the table and slumped back in the chair. “If you don’t want to work with me, then fine. Maybe you should just leave again.” The prickle poked at my neck, but whatever emotion was trying to emerge was smothered out by my anger. “You don’t even know me, yet you hate me. Just like that. You never even gave me a chance.” I shook my head. “Yeah, you’re right. This is ridiculous.”

Wow. Where had that come from? It was so unlike me to be confrontational. Normally, I was quiet. I held back saying a lot of things to the point that it felt like my chest was going to burst from the pressure.

As soon as I was done with my little speech, I wanted to take it back. Yeah, he deserved it. He possibly deserved worse. But still, I should have been the bigger person.

He cocked an eyebrow, his expression hovering somewhere between shock and curiosity. “That’s quite the temper you’ve got.”

“You’re the one that has the temper,” I mumbled, and then quickly bit down on my tongue to stop myself from saying anything else.

He watched me closely, his expression softening as he leaned over the table. “Okay, here’s the deal.  I’ll make you a promise.” He paused.  “I promise I won’t be a jerk anymore.”  I was about to relax until he tacked on, “At least for the rest of class, anyway.”

I shut my eyes and shook my head. What kind of a promise was that? Better yet, what kind of person said something like that?
The gorgeous kind
, I thought as an afterthought. Instantly, I wanted to smack myself on the head. What was I doing, thinking that way about a guy who clearly hated my guts?

I pulled myself together before opening my eyes back up. “Fine. Whatever. Sounds good.”

For the rest of class, we worked together in peaceful harmony. And I’m not even kidding. We took turns holding up the cards. There were no more fights or stare downs. To an outside observer, the situation probably appeared normal. Of course, they couldn’t feel the sparks constantly spiraling and swirling in my body, a silent reminder that things were far from normal.

They weren’t even close.

When the bell rang, I darted off to the library to eat my lunch. It was my typical lunch routine. Yes, it was a weird spot to eat lunch, especially for a high schooler. But I didn’t have any friends, and sitting alone in an overly crowded cafeteria was my only other option. So guess what? It was off to the library.

There were always a couple of other kids eating lunch in there. Sherman, this guy with extremely curly hair and tons and tons of freckles, was a regular. There was also Mrs. Bakerly, the seventy-something year-old librarian.

“Hello Gemma,” Mrs. Bakerly greeted me from behind the counter.  “How are you today?”

“Good,” I replied. A total lie, but I didn’t need to share that with her. I adjusted the handle of my messenger bag higher onto my shoulder. “How are you?”

She smiled brightly. “I’m good.”

Smiling back at her seemed like such a huge project, but I managed to force a small one. Then I started off toward the far back corner of the bookshelves, my regular spot to hide out and eat my lunch. I selected a copy of the book I’d been reading from off of a shelf before settling down on the floor. Using my bag as a pillow, I relaxed against the shelf and opened up the book to the page I’d left off on from the day before.

The book told a story of a girl who had a super power. It got me wondering what it would be like to possess a power of my own. What if I could have been some extraordinary person with the ability to help the world, instead of loner/freak girl? Or what if I possessed the power to, let’s say, shield invisible, out of control, electric sparks?

I sighed.
Such a nice thought.

My stomach growled and in the silence of the library the sound was nearly deafening. I dug a granola bar out of my bag
and a can of Coke, then commenced reading. I’d made it about halfway through a paragraph when I heard voices from the other side of the shelf. Whoever it was, was speaking too quiet for me to make out any of what was being said, yet still loud enough to distract me. I popped my neck and tried to block the voices out the best I could. It worked until I heard my name, as clear as day.  “Gemma.”  At first, I thought maybe someone was trying to get my attention. But when I realized this wasn’t the case—since no one was around—I wondered if whoever was chattering away on the other side of the shelf was talking about me.

Now I know eavesdropping is very bad. And I did feel a little bit bad for doing it. But who on earth would be talking about me; me, Gemma Lucas, invisible-barely-known girl that hardly spoke to anyone.

I had to know.

I scooted forward, straining my ears to listen.

“You shouldn’t have left me there alone with her,” a voice grumbled. It was a guy’s voice, deep and almost recognizable.

“What was I supposed to do?”  Another voice—a much higher voice that belonged to a girl. It sounded familiar too. “If we want to blend in, we have to act normal. If I get called to the office, I have to go. You should start doing this too,
especially when you’re around her. I know we’re not supposed to get close to her, but still…it’s called tack. She’s not stupid. She can probably tell there’s something going on.”