Just my luck, I have English last.
If there was a God somewhere up there watching all of this, I hoped he was enjoying the freaking show.
Probably laughing his holy ass off.
Alex is grinning when I walk in and I’m tempted to turn around and walk back out again, but then I hear Mrs. Vulcan’s steps behind me.
“Sit down please Miss. Silva.” She asks politely and I oblige. “Sorry I wasn’t here for your Gifted Skills lesson the other day class, I was busy but I’m sure Mr. Matthews did a brilliant job.”
We nod non-committally.
There aren’t that many teachers in the school, there were more people with Quirks our age than middle-aged. There was an age gap in between.
She began to upload a Power Point on secret codes, a typical St. Bart’s English lesson, and the class fall into casual chatter.
“I enjoyed our combat this morning.” Alex grins.
I look at his wrist where a bandage is wrapped, just like my arm.
Alex notices too.
“Hey! We match. We’re meant to be, Rose Silva.”
“You’re right, the fates often speak through bandages.” I reply sarcastically, for the first time ever hoping Mrs. Vulcan will start teaching soon or pull her little silence trick.
“See that’s why I like you Rose, good sense of humour and don’t take any crap.” He chuckles suddenly. “I was about to say your bark is worse than your bite, but I must say,” he holds up the bandaged wrist, a little brown semi-circle of dried blood visible. “Your bite’s pretty viscous.
I turn abruptly, staring him down.
“What will it take for you to leave me alone? You’ve caused me enough trouble already.”
He taps his chin indecisively, slate grey eyes twinkling.
“One chance, you let me take you out this weekend. If it goes badly, then I’ll leave you alone.”
“I can’t, I’m banned from out of school trips for a month.” I smile, suddenly feeling the burn on my arm is worth the pain.
“Then how about we just talk? After school today, I’ll pick you up from your room at four and we’ll find a spot where we can just talk.”
“How about we meet near reception and we go to the canteen? You’re not getting anywhere near my room.”
He sighs but nods. “Deal, but we sit alone.”
Oh well, I didn’t see Leo being too happy sitting in on a date anyway and I could only imagine what would have come out of Rin’s mouth if I took her.
She certainly likes to babble.
“Then it’s a date.”
I was regretting this already.
What the hell do you wear on a blackmail date you really don’t want to go on?
Not like I had a whole lot in my wardrobe anyway.
Figuring it was Alex so he would probably try something, the first thing I put on is my stud bracelets and chain earring.
I flick through my clothes again.
“This is so ridiculous.” I mutter finally settling on a pair of blue jeans and a strappy sleeved, red, dressy shirt.
There, tried but not tried hard.
It would do.
I glance at the clock on my wall and smile.
Five past four.
That would piss him off.
I take my time making my way to reception, realising too late that I should have set a finish time. Not that I’d need a lot of time to decide that we wouldn’t work.
I knew that already.
I slow down as I near the imposing reception building, sat at the end of the driveway leading from the school gates.
Alex stands a safe distance away from the armed guards who tend to get a bit twitchy around us.
I smile when I catch him checking his watch, dressed in black trousers, a white shirt and a grey waistcoat.
I have to admit he looks pretty good.
Shame about his personality.
I stay where I am, folding my arms to show my displeasure.
He grins and strolls over, offering his arm.
“Do I have a choice?” I grumble eyeing his arm before sighing and holding it with the very tips of my fingers.
We casually make our way to the canteen where cups and coffee pots are left out, the metal shutter locked tight, the dinner ladies happily escaping home.
“Hot chocolate.” I start making my own, refusing to be served.
He makes a coffee, black and sweet, before gently steering me to a set of two chairs, hand on my back.
I sink into the seat, wishing it was about two miles deeper.
“You look lovely.”
I pull a face and sip my chocolate.
“Thanks. What do you want to talk about?”
I sigh and set my cup down, folding my arms.
“What about me?”
“Anything and everything, what’s your family like?”
“You know, typical family. Little brother, mum, dad. They’re overprotective and he’s…scared of everything.” I say, telling him a twisted version of the truth.
“How old is your brother now?”
“Ten,” I don’t even need to think. “It’s his birthday soon.”
“The sweetness goes doesn’t it?” He smiles, sipping his coffee.
It does when you’re terrified of your sister.
“So do you have a little brother or sister?”
He shakes his head. “Only child, but I have cousins. Lots of cousins.”
“Oh?” I say in a bored tone, I wasn’t sure if I had cousins, one of my aunts had been pregnant so maybe I did. I wouldn’t know, I hadn’t seen my family in years.
“Yeah, I used to babysit for money.”
“That’s the problem with having a little brother, I never got paid. It was my duty as his sister”
Neither of us know what to say so sip our drinks.
Well this isn’t awkward.
“So what was your argument about at lunch?” His eyes sparkle mischievously over the rim of his cup.
Not too great at conversation topics is he?
“That’s not your business.” I pretend to sip from my empty cup, glaring at him.
“If it’s about me it is.”
The cup makes a loud clack as I put it back onto the glass table and cross my arms.
“Then it’s none of your business.”
“You forget I sit on that table in front of yours,” He points behind him to our sofa in the corner and the little cluster of sofa’s a little distance away. “And you were shouting. So what I’m really asking is for your thoughts on the argument.”
“Well I think that Leo has completely misread everything because there is no way you and I would ever work. I’ve made my decision and I’m going to bed.” I stand up and start to walk away. “And that was not an invitation.” I shout over my shoulder when I hear him follow.
I check my phone.
Well that went well.
I’m just reaching for the door handle to my room when I feel heat at my back.
Instinctively, I zap them and turn around to find Alex clutching his heart.
“You should know better than to sneak up on someone here!” I cry to cover my brief fear.
“You can’t know if we’d work yet.” He gasps, wincing as he shakes his arms.
“And why not?” I sneer.
He takes a step forward, a smirk on his lips. I step backwards but my door presses against me, nowhere left to go.
“We haven’t tested the chemistry.”
I can see where this is going.
“I don’t see that making a whole lot of difference now step back.”
“One kiss and I’ll leave you alone.”
“You didn’t fulfil the bargain, we had a twenty minute date and you stormed out. One kiss and I’ll leave you alone.”
“Fine,” he says reluctantly. “Now is that a deal?”
I don’t answer, just bounce up onto my tiptoes, give him the barest peck and open my door.
“Goodbye, Alex.” I sneer, hovering to make sure he leaves.
As he turns to leave, I catch a glimpse of someone disappearing around the corner, the barest snippet of curly brown hair.
In a bin nearby sit a bouquet of roses, crushed and withering. Petals falling to the floor like droplets of blood.
What have I done?