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Authors: Lisa L Wiedmeier, Sam Dogra
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chair. Now I had her attention, I needed to keep the conversation going. My eyes fell to her textbook, which was full of math equations.
“Whatcha reading?”
Cheyenne glanced at me, as if I’d spoken a foreign language.
“Calculus.”
She was going for the one word answer trick, a telltale sign she wasn’t in the mood to carry a conversation. Well, Cheyenne, you don’t know who you’re up against.
“Sounds like fun,” I said.
Cheyenne raised a brow.
“Should be, since we’re in Calculus.”
“Oh.”
Uh oh, the ice shield was forming again. I needed a different approach before she’d freeze me out.
I opened my pack and began rummaging through, taking out my books. Cheyenne watched—I wasn’t sure if she was amused or annoyed. However, as I checked through my stuff, I realized my calculus book was still in my locker.
What a perfect opportunity.
“You know, I thought this was my English Literature class,” I said. “Um…” I glanced at her sheepishly. “Do you mind sharing? It seems I’ve got my schedule mixed up.” I flashed another smile. “I’d run back to my locker, but I don’t want to get a tardy my first day in a new school.”
“Sure.” Cheyenne pulled her chair over and slid her book closer. Inwardly I grinned. Yes! I knew the sympathy card would work. She hesitated again, before sighing. “You know, you should probably have someone help you…”
“You offering?” My face brightened.
“Uh…” Cheyenne murmured to herself. She seemed to be having second thoughts.
“Don’t tell me you’re as disorganized as I am,” I joked.
She rolled her eyes, in a way that very much reminded me of Callon. She held out her hand.
“Alright, let’s take a look at your schedule.”
I grabbed the paper from my bag and let her have it. She scanned it quickly, her eyes changing to a bluer tint. I was spellbound. How could she do that?
“Hey, you have the same schedule as me.”
My smile grew.
“Wow, what are the chances?” I said, leaning back in my chair. “Guess you’re stuck with me, huh?”
“Looks like,” Cheyenne said. She was trying to sound disappointed, but I couldn’t help but catch the glimmer of hope in her voice. Maybe now, after keeping to herself for all these years, she’d finally be willing to open up.
The bell rang, and the last students flocked in. The teacher called for attention, then started to write on the board. Cheyenne grabbed a pen, and started to write. I followed her lead, taking down notes, and gave her an occasional smile. Gradually, she started to smile back.
And right then, I knew this was going to be the start of something incredible…
Chapter 3
“ There’s no point doing anything if you can’t have fun along the way .” ~ Daniel
The wind screamed in my face as I sat in the upper branches of the tall elm . R ain splatter ed into my hood , and I wiped my soggy nose . I could barely hear the song playing on my iPod, so I pulled out my earphones and sighed. I’d been waiting since Cheyenne had come home from school, and the weather had just grown worse and worse. It was getting colder, too. Sooner or later it would start hailing , and then I’d be in for it.
Why did Colt always get the easy jobs?
Shivering, I hunched closer to the branch, watching the kitchen window. Inside, Cheyenne was eating dinner with her parents. Looked like pulled pork and salad was on the menu tonight . My stomach growled. I bet it was really hot, too. Just the thing for a day like this. And thoug h as a Timeless I didn’t eat much, my mouth still watered. Callon had ma de us live off soup for weeks , as there’d been a problem wit h his bank account that h a d yet to be sorted , and I was sick of it . In a way I was kinda tha nkful for the breeze, as the smell from the Wilson’s kitchen would’ve driven me crazy.
The patter of raindrops seemed to slow, and I sat back against the trunk . Just a
“Whatcha reading?”
Cheyenne glanced at me, as if I’d spoken a foreign language.
“Calculus.”
She was going for the one word answer trick, a telltale sign she wasn’t in the mood to carry a conversation. Well, Cheyenne, you don’t know who you’re up against.
“Sounds like fun,” I said.
Cheyenne raised a brow.
“Should be, since we’re in Calculus.”
“Oh.”
Uh oh, the ice shield was forming again. I needed a different approach before she’d freeze me out.
I opened my pack and began rummaging through, taking out my books. Cheyenne watched—I wasn’t sure if she was amused or annoyed. However, as I checked through my stuff, I realized my calculus book was still in my locker.
What a perfect opportunity.
“You know, I thought this was my English Literature class,” I said. “Um…” I glanced at her sheepishly. “Do you mind sharing? It seems I’ve got my schedule mixed up.” I flashed another smile. “I’d run back to my locker, but I don’t want to get a tardy my first day in a new school.”
“Sure.” Cheyenne pulled her chair over and slid her book closer. Inwardly I grinned. Yes! I knew the sympathy card would work. She hesitated again, before sighing. “You know, you should probably have someone help you…”
“You offering?” My face brightened.
“Uh…” Cheyenne murmured to herself. She seemed to be having second thoughts.
“Don’t tell me you’re as disorganized as I am,” I joked.
She rolled her eyes, in a way that very much reminded me of Callon. She held out her hand.
“Alright, let’s take a look at your schedule.”
I grabbed the paper from my bag and let her have it. She scanned it quickly, her eyes changing to a bluer tint. I was spellbound. How could she do that?
“Hey, you have the same schedule as me.”
My smile grew.
“Wow, what are the chances?” I said, leaning back in my chair. “Guess you’re stuck with me, huh?”
“Looks like,” Cheyenne said. She was trying to sound disappointed, but I couldn’t help but catch the glimmer of hope in her voice. Maybe now, after keeping to herself for all these years, she’d finally be willing to open up.
The bell rang, and the last students flocked in. The teacher called for attention, then started to write on the board. Cheyenne grabbed a pen, and started to write. I followed her lead, taking down notes, and gave her an occasional smile. Gradually, she started to smile back.
And right then, I knew this was going to be the start of something incredible…
Chapter 3
“ There’s no point doing anything if you can’t have fun along the way .” ~ Daniel
The wind screamed in my face as I sat in the upper branches of the tall elm . R ain splatter ed into my hood , and I wiped my soggy nose . I could barely hear the song playing on my iPod, so I pulled out my earphones and sighed. I’d been waiting since Cheyenne had come home from school, and the weather had just grown worse and worse. It was getting colder, too. Sooner or later it would start hailing , and then I’d be in for it.
Why did Colt always get the easy jobs?
Shivering, I hunched closer to the branch, watching the kitchen window. Inside, Cheyenne was eating dinner with her parents. Looked like pulled pork and salad was on the menu tonight . My stomach growled. I bet it was really hot, too. Just the thing for a day like this. And thoug h as a Timeless I didn’t eat much, my mouth still watered. Callon had ma de us live off soup for weeks , as there’d been a problem wit h his bank account that h a d yet to be sorted , and I was sick of it . In a way I was kinda tha nkful for the breeze, as the smell from the Wilson’s kitchen would’ve driven me crazy.
The patter of raindrops seemed to slow, and I sat back against the trunk . Just a
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