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Demons Of The Sky *Chapter Two*
I slipped on my penny-loafers like shoes, and walked out the door. The sight of Arrianna driving toward me in her '73 Voltswagon bug made me smile. Her face was skrewed up in concentration, and she was going about two-miles an hour. She had just gotten her license last week, and now she insisted on driving me to school every day, and I didn't have the heart to tell her no. I climbed in the passenger's side, and plopped on the seat. "Hey," she said brightly. "Hi," I replied. She checked her makeup in the mirror, and smudged her eyeliner. Arrianna may be the shallowest person I know, but I understand her. We had a deep connection I couldn't really explain.
Arrianna had the heat cranked up, and it was refreshing against the cold wind. Here in Bridgewater, Maine, it was at least 30 degrees in late October, and as a cold freak, I loved it. Before my mom died, we had lived in Florida, but my dad picked us up, and moved us to the coldest,most remote place on the planet. Bridgewater, Maine. I suppose he just wanted a fresh start.
After the twenty minute drive to Easton, Maine, Arrianna parked her car, and we walked in. "Hurry up, I want to check my hair before we go to Algebra II. Mr. Walker's letting up pick seats." Arrianna said, grabbing my arm. I rolled my eyes. Arrianna's hair was like spun gold, with curls like an angel.I knew for a fact that many jealous girls would gladly scalp her, and turn it into a wig. She fluffed her hair, and combed it through with her fingers. I grabbed her arm, and pulled her into Algebra II. Of course there were only two seats left in the classroom, of course they were all the way across the room from each other. Why not, right?
One seat waqs by Arrianna's friend Ashlee, who waved her over. The other was by a guy I didn't recognize.... and he was hot. He had black hair, and electric blue eyes.
He was wearing all black, but not Hell's Angels goth looking, but like he belonged on the cover of 'Vouge'. I took my seat next to him, just as Mr. Walker motioned him to the front.
"Everyone, this is Skylar Sterling. He's new here, and I'm going to ask Serenity to show him around. He has your class schedule." I could see the look of shock on all my classmates faces 'Poor hot guy having to sit with that loser."
"Do as I say," he said, giving me one of those 'stern fatherly looks.'
"Yes sir," I muttered. Skylar took his seat again, and whispered,
"Looks like we're stuck together." I ignored him. Sure, he seemed perfectly nice, but he was someone who would sit at the A-List lunch table, and I was the loner-loser.
"Can I borrow your note?" Skylar whispered. I took them out, and handed them to him. When our eyes met, it was like an electrics shock went through my body. His eyes were bottomless black pits, and it felt like he was seeing into my soul. My notes fluttered to the floor, and he bent down to pick them up.
"Thanks," he said, flashing me a white-toothed smile. I felt my face flush. I pushed the moment to the black of my mind. It was nothing...wasn't it?
After several hours of showing Skylar around, and several hours of glaring and jealous looks from girls of all grades, not just mine, I was ready for the last and best period of the day. Choir. It was the only thing that got me though the day.
Once in the class, Skylar joined the guys, and I went to the alto section. It felt good to be seperated from the dirty looks I'd been getting all day, and just be in my element. After warm-ups, Ms. Barnhart stood up, and said, "We're goin to start working on ballads. Who can tell me what a ballad is?" Arrianna's hand shot up. "A ballad's like a song that tell someone what you really feel, put into words."
"Very good," Ms. Barnhart said. "I'm going to pair you up with one person, and you have to sing a ballad to them. The groups have already been chosen," She said, which was followed by graons from the class. "Arrianna...Matt. Alex...Reagan," and so on. Then finaly, "Serenity... Skylar. No complaints, these are your partners. Get to work. You will presnt tomorrow." Of course.
In choir the next day, I was nervous. Skylar and I had worked on our ballad all period, and some this morning. We were up next, and I was shaking. I loved singing, but with Skylar? I wasn't sure. The moment we shared in Aglebra kept flying through my head. Arrianna and Matt finished thier version of "My Heart Will Go On" from the titanic, and then it was out turn. We told the band the song, and they began to play. My heart was pounding in my chest. And then we sang.
"When I look into your eyes
I can see a love restrained
But darlin' when I hold you
Don't you know I feel the same
'Cause nothin' lasts forever
And we both know hearts can change
And it's hard to hold a candle
In the cold November rain
We've been through this auch a long long time
Just tryin' to kill the pain
But lovers always come and lovers always go
An no one's really sure who's lettin' go today
If we could take the time
to lay it on the line
I could rest my head
Just knowin' that you were mine
So if you want to love me
then darlin' don't refrain
Or I'll just end up walkin'
In the cold November rain"
It was over. We were done. The class applauded, but I wasn't paying attention. I was foccused on Skylar. When we sang, it was like it opened my mind to him, and only him. We were the only two people on the planet, and this moment was ours, and ours alone. I shook my head, and came back into focus. First I hated him, then I felt...I didn't know what I felt. I felt one thing for sure. Skylar Sterling is more than he appears.