Nine

 

 

 

I jumped and squealed when someone put their arm around my shoulder. It was Eli…I thought.

“It’s me,” he assured and smiled. That genuine smile alone let me know who it was.

“What happened?” I asked and put my arms around his neck. “I was worried.”

“Clara, he can’t hurt me.”

“Then why are you so afraid of him?”

“I’m not afraid of him, I’m afraid of what he’ll do. I don’t want you to be in danger because he wants to play with me.”

“Would he really hurt me?” I asked and leaned back to see his face.

“I don’t want to think about that answer,” he said softly. “Let’s go to class.”

He visibly shook himself as if to be rid of the images or thoughts we had conjured. Then he once again put his arm around my shoulders and we made our way through the throngs of students. I saw Sarah who studiously avoided me, even after I waved at her.

 

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We walked to lunch together and once again I dreaded it, but Eli was oblivious and gently led me to the line and paid for my food, once again. We made our way out to the table and Patrick waved us over. I gave in, feeling the heat of hateful gazes on me, and saw Tate there at my old table. Dee wasn’t all over him though. She was all over Mike. Gross. She was kissing Mike, eyes wide open, and staring at Tate, begging him to look and be jealous. Sad poor girl. It must be miserable to live that way.

Eli called me back to reality with a hand on my lower back. He leaned to whisper in my ear.

“Don’t spend another minute of your life worrying over them,” he commanded softy and kissed my cheek.

“Gross, you two,” Patrick chimed. “I’ll have to kiss Ike to keep up with you if you don’t tone it down.”

“Dude. No,” Ike said in horror, as if that scenario would ever actually play out.

Everyone laughed and I took a bite of my mac-n-cheese, leaning into Eli’s side. I laughed as he plowed through his bowl. For a guy that wasn’t human, he could sure put away the food. That thought stopped me in my tracks.

He wasn’t human.

What kind of future could I have with a guy like that? Would we get married one day? Could he have kids? Would they be what he is if we did? Could I be with him knowing I’d get old and die and he’d just watch me do it?

Eli’s arm jerked on my back and he sucked in a long breath.

“Stop, Clara. Please,” he begged in a whisper into my neck. “Why are you all of a sudden so upset?”

“Nothing,” I answered.

“Clara-”

“Not here.”

He nodded and leaned back in his chair. He took a few deep breaths and then smiled uneasily at something someone at the table was saying. I turned back to my plate and tried to relax. I didn’t understand why I was only now thinking of those things. But I was young, why was I worried about them? I didn’t really believe in forever anymore anyway. Things and people can be taken from you whether you wanted them to be or not. I was tired of being attached to things and them leaving or turning out to not be what I thought.

 

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The rest of the day was a blur. I tried to not think and just focus on my teachers and schoolwork but it was kind of impossible with Eli in every class. In Art we had to draw a pencil sketch of one of our football teams helmets. You’d think that would be easy but it wasn’t. At least not for me. I peeked at Eli’s as he was done…and it was a masterpiece. If a perfect portrait of a football helmet could be called that.

“What’s with you today?” he asked as he caught me looking.

“Nothing. What?” I said nonchalantly as I began to draw again.

I was struggling to put it mildly. Without a word he put his hand over mine on the pencil. He showed me how to turn it lower and sideways to make my short strokes. It smoothed out the lines instead of it being so fine and choppy.

“Thanks,” I told him. His arm went to the back of my chair, his heat was almost a tangible thing. “I suck at this.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Major suckage,” I disagreed.

He laughed and again guided my hand easily, not cheating and doing it for me, but showing me how to do it myself. He had a way of doing things so sweetly and carefully. It was intriguing.

“Mr. Thames,” the teacher called, “are you finished?”

“Yes, ma’am, I am,” he sang.

“Well, thank you for helping the less fortunate students.”

“Hey,” I muttered, vexed, but Eli just nodded to her and chuckled in my ear.

“You are not less fortunate. She just envies the talent in her classroom all day. She’s jealous of youthful, steady fingers.”

“Well, she’s not jealous of me,” I assured and looked at the picture. “Though with your help, Picasso, that may change. Thank you.”

“You are absolutely welcome,” he said and then inched a little closer. “Do you want to come over tonight?”

“Nuhuh.”

“Nuhuh?” he repeated disbelievingly. “What does that mean?”

“It means no,” I said with a giggle.

“I know what it means, you tart, I meant what do you mean?”

“I mean that tonight is reruns of Buffy….or Vampire Diaries…or Angel. Take your pick.”

“I’m assuming these are television shows that portray the teenage angst and drama of high school whilst throwing in supernatural twists and danger?”

“Exactly,” I said amused.

“And you’re going to watch them tonight instead of coming to hang out with me?” he said incredulously. “Alone?”

“Eli, You’re cute, but you are no Salvatore.”

“I’m going to guess that you just insulted me.”

I burst out laughing and the teacher asked if she needed to move me. I shook my head and ducked behind his arm to stop the giggle. I thought for a second if what I was about to say would be ok. I had only ever brought home Tate as a dating material kind of boy before to the Pastor’s house.

“Why don’t you come over and watch it with me?” I suggested.

“You are serious aren’t you? What is so great about it?”

“Come over tonight and I’ll show you,” I countered.

He thought, his lips curling and twisting. I saw when I’d won. I could practically read on his face that he thought I was going to be trouble for him pertaining to getting my way. I smiled and kind of liked that idea. What girl wouldn’t?

“Alright, Clara Bell, you win. Can I at least take you to dinner?”

“Why don’t you just eat with us tonight? Mrs. Ruth won’t mind and she cooks enough food to feed a small army. She loves guests and this way they can get to know you a little and be really comfortable with my being with you all the time. Please?” I begged and smiled.

He seemed perturbed. I gave him a questioning look.

“I’m just thinking that it’s going to be impossible to say no to you. I’ve never in my life not been in control before,” he mused looking around the room. “It’s very strange.”

“I’m sorry?” I asked, not sure of his meaning.

He looked back at me and his smile broke all forms of concentration for me.

“I just meant that I’ve never wanted to give anyone anything. I’ve never done something for anyone or wanted to constantly be with someone. I’ve never been human before.”

“Well, I like you like this.”

“You only like me because you’re getting your way,” he said grinning.

“That is absolutely not true,” I taunted. “Although, I’m going to talk you into many things in the days to come,” he chuckled but I kept going, “I also enjoy your company.”

I smiled angelically and batted my eyelashes over exaggeratedly. He smiled too and softly played with my fingers under the table on my leg.

“I’m very much looking forward to it,” he said in a deep rumble.

I felt my cheeks tinge with pink a little and turned the promise ring on my finger so I’d have something to do. He smirked and looked up when the bell rang.

“Ok, I’ll meet you there in a little while. I have to go home and feed the bird,” he said.

“I forgot to ask you about that,” I mused. “You have a bird. That just seems strange for you.”

“It’s not actually my bird. It’s a long story. Cavuto is a nasty little piece of work that I would gladly be rid of.”

“Ok,” I dragged out, not completely understanding. “Cavuto is the bird’s name? Who names a bird that?”

“Come on, Clara,” he edged the topic away and pulled me from my chair. “The faster we go, the faster I can meet you at your house.”

“Ok,” I agreed reluctantly and grabbed my bag from the floor. “I’ll prep the fam for your arrival,” I said playfully.

“Sweet.”

He kissed my cheek and lingered for a moment. I felt my pulse speed but before I could hear the tell tale intake of his breath at my reaction, the teacher cleared her throat and hastily ejected us from the classroom.

He walked me to the street and then left for his house. I was just about to cross the four lane when someone said my name to get my attention behind me. I turned to see two girls, or Goddesses I should say. One was an Artemis of a girl with blazing red hair and big gold earrings. Her long white dress, belted with a gold and brown belt, reached her ankles. The other girl had long blond hair down to the small of her back and her tiny tank top showed her mid drift.

Her smile was a cruel copy of Dee’s and I felt my guard immediately snap to attention.

“Yes?”

“You’re Clara, right?”

“Yes,” I said cautiously and folded my arms. “Who are you?”

The Artemis smiled and stepped forward a bit. She held her hand out to me.

“I’m Angelina. You go to school here?”

I looked at the books in my arm and back to her, trying to not show on my face how stupid that question had been.

“Yep.”

“Then I think…you’ve met my fiancé, Eli.”