that would stay with me for several days afterwards. There was no humanly way for someone to disappear that quickly from where I stood.
“COME ON!” shouted Felix .
I shook my head, perplexed. To Felix’s relief, I didn’t protest. I got on my bike, secured my helmet, started the engine, and followed him back to the house. After today’s unusual events, I decided I could use a good old - fashioned hamburger.
CHAPTER THREE : FIRST DAY
With just two weeks to go before the first day of school – which I’d dubbed The Penitentiary , to Felix and Rufus’s enjoyment – I spent the remaining days of my parole at The Square. There , I was kept busy with customers, but my thoughts could not be quelled and were , more often than not , focused on Eran.
I hadn’t seen him since the night he’d saved me from the snake , but I remembered him clearly in my mind – more specifically his hand , where the snake had bitten him and where there had been no resulting wound . That image kept creeping back to me becau se it was unthinkable that he had remained unharmed .
Then , there was the fact that he could move at lightning speed . Here one second, gone the next. He left no trail, no residual breeze, and no sound.
I had met more than my share of people with oddities on the road , but no one had been as inimitable as Eran. No one came close. His abilities were beyond anything I’d ever encountered before and – if I allowed my mind to register the thought that kept pestering me – they were not human traits . There was no one on earth who had impenetrable skin and moved as fast as he could.
I couldn’t make sense of him ; maybe th at is why he captivated me. He harbored a secret, something that gave him these abilities ; a secret he evidently did not want to share with me. But , his secret wasn’t the only thing that kept me spellbound . The memory of him…the sound of his alluring accent… the image of his muscular, statuesque frame… the way he peered into my eyes… the engaging confidence in him , all of these attributes both thrilled me and irritated me at the same time. He was too perfect , and as much as I didn’t want to admit , I kne w I c ould never match him.
The u nrelenting images and stream of thoughts about him dominated my mind for the next two weeks. In fact, the only time I was able to avoid them was when I listen ed to Felix and Rufus bicker about Felix’s fondness for tasteless, foul , health y food and when Ezra broach ed the school subject. I was actually thankful when she announced where I’d be attending.
Because she knew how I felt about the issue, Ezra postponed any conversation about school until it was absolutely necessary. That meant it was the day before classes began when she handed me a map, a set of school books, and a letter to hand - deliver to the principal.
“Academy of the Immaculate Heart?” I didn’t bother to stop the groan that naturally followed.
“At least you won’t need to wear a uniform,” Ezra said , trying to soften the blow. We were in the kitchen , where she filled up her coffee mug even though it was nine o’clock at night. “It’s the only private high school nearby that didn’t require a uniform . I thought you’ d appreciate that .”
“I do. You saved me from having to find a place to burn it .”
Rufus snickered from behind a forkful of mashed potatoes until he noticed Ezra ’s glare. He then quickly dished out another serving of Shepherd’s Pie , attempting to avoid her.
“Besides, considering the affectionate nickname you’ve given your new school, I think you’ll find the principal’s name fit s right in with your line of thought.”
I scanned the principal’s note she’d handed me.
“Mr. Warden?” Despite myself, I laughed.
“He requires a meeting with all new students. Yours is set for seven o’clock tomorrow morning . Think you’ll be able to make it?”
“Do I have a choice?” I retorted , but she didn’t bother to
“COME ON!” shouted Felix .
I shook my head, perplexed. To Felix’s relief, I didn’t protest. I got on my bike, secured my helmet, started the engine, and followed him back to the house. After today’s unusual events, I decided I could use a good old - fashioned hamburger.
CHAPTER THREE : FIRST DAY
With just two weeks to go before the first day of school – which I’d dubbed The Penitentiary , to Felix and Rufus’s enjoyment – I spent the remaining days of my parole at The Square. There , I was kept busy with customers, but my thoughts could not be quelled and were , more often than not , focused on Eran.
I hadn’t seen him since the night he’d saved me from the snake , but I remembered him clearly in my mind – more specifically his hand , where the snake had bitten him and where there had been no resulting wound . That image kept creeping back to me becau se it was unthinkable that he had remained unharmed .
Then , there was the fact that he could move at lightning speed . Here one second, gone the next. He left no trail, no residual breeze, and no sound.
I had met more than my share of people with oddities on the road , but no one had been as inimitable as Eran. No one came close. His abilities were beyond anything I’d ever encountered before and – if I allowed my mind to register the thought that kept pestering me – they were not human traits . There was no one on earth who had impenetrable skin and moved as fast as he could.
I couldn’t make sense of him ; maybe th at is why he captivated me. He harbored a secret, something that gave him these abilities ; a secret he evidently did not want to share with me. But , his secret wasn’t the only thing that kept me spellbound . The memory of him…the sound of his alluring accent… the image of his muscular, statuesque frame… the way he peered into my eyes… the engaging confidence in him , all of these attributes both thrilled me and irritated me at the same time. He was too perfect , and as much as I didn’t want to admit , I kne w I c ould never match him.
The u nrelenting images and stream of thoughts about him dominated my mind for the next two weeks. In fact, the only time I was able to avoid them was when I listen ed to Felix and Rufus bicker about Felix’s fondness for tasteless, foul , health y food and when Ezra broach ed the school subject. I was actually thankful when she announced where I’d be attending.
Because she knew how I felt about the issue, Ezra postponed any conversation about school until it was absolutely necessary. That meant it was the day before classes began when she handed me a map, a set of school books, and a letter to hand - deliver to the principal.
“Academy of the Immaculate Heart?” I didn’t bother to stop the groan that naturally followed.
“At least you won’t need to wear a uniform,” Ezra said , trying to soften the blow. We were in the kitchen , where she filled up her coffee mug even though it was nine o’clock at night. “It’s the only private high school nearby that didn’t require a uniform . I thought you’ d appreciate that .”
“I do. You saved me from having to find a place to burn it .”
Rufus snickered from behind a forkful of mashed potatoes until he noticed Ezra ’s glare. He then quickly dished out another serving of Shepherd’s Pie , attempting to avoid her.
“Besides, considering the affectionate nickname you’ve given your new school, I think you’ll find the principal’s name fit s right in with your line of thought.”
I scanned the principal’s note she’d handed me.
“Mr. Warden?” Despite myself, I laughed.
“He requires a meeting with all new students. Yours is set for seven o’clock tomorrow morning . Think you’ll be able to make it?”
“Do I have a choice?” I retorted , but she didn’t bother to
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