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Authors: Cara Lockwood
Tags: Fiction, General, Action & Adventure, Juvenile Fiction, Body, supernatural, Mind & Spirit, Ghost Stories, Ghosts, School & Education, Missing Persons, Mysteries & Detective Stories, Sisters, High school students, Boarding Schools, Illinois, Characters in Literature, Characters and Characteristics in Literature, Private schools, English literature
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Heights, but he’s also got a sensitive side, too. He’s nothing if not complicated.
I look up and study Heathcliff’s face as he watches the fireflies. The silver moonlight glints on his dark curly hair. His dark eyes, as usual, are unreadable. He looks down at me, holding my gaze for a long time. He doesn’t seem like a fictional character. He seems very real.
I remember the last time we were this close. We were in a secret passageway last semester, and Heathcliff kissed me. I remember his lips, warm and sure, and the taste of him. Salty.
I want him closer. So very much closer.
Before even thinking about the repercussions, I grab the collar of his Bard blazer and pull him closer, and he turns to me as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and then we’re kissing, and it’s everything I remembered and more.
Ten
As Heathcliff pulls me close to him, hard against his chest, faint alarm bells in the back of my head are going off, the ones reminding me that should we be caught kissing, Heathcliff will be banished from Bard forever. While I know I should pull away, I can’t. I’ve literally turned into jelly. Heathcliff puts his hand on the back of my neck, and then trails the other one down my back. My knees buckle a little and then Heathcliff pulls me even closer to his chest and deepens the kiss.
I know I should stop, but I don’t want to. I want this to last forever. No one should smell and taste this good.
It’s Heathcliff who pulls away first. I feel a rush of cold air on my face as he pulls away from me, and my eyes flutter open, surprised. Why did he stop?
I try to read his expression in the dark, but he’s got his head turned away from me. And that’s when I hear it.
A small branch breaking. Someone or something is walking near us. Maybe ten or twelve feet away.
I stiffen.
Heathcliff puts his finger to his lips to tell me to be quiet, and then he pulls me closer to his chest and shifts a little, so that there’s a large oak tree between us and whatever is moving around. He’s got my back to the tree and is peering over my shoulder.
I hear another couple of steps, and I can’t help myself, I turn to look. In the moonlight, I see that it’s a person, although I can’t tell if it’s a student or a Guardian. I whip my head back around and flatten myself to the tree. Heathcliff pushes himself against me, his entire body tense.
I suddenly realize that should we be found out here, it would be mandatory expulsion for Heathcliff. Even if we tried to tell them nothing was happening between us, I doubt they’d believe us.
We listen as the footsteps fade, and I start to think things are probably fine, and I make a move toward the campus, but Heathcliff restrains me. I glance at him and he shakes his head slowly from side to side.
That’s when I hear more footsteps. A second person. I peek around the tree and clearly see it’s a man, but he’s no Guardian. Or teacher, either. He looks a lot like a pirate. He’s got a handkerchief tied around his head and he’s wearing threadbare clothes, pants cut off at the knees, and no shoes. Are these the guys Blade’s friends saw? They don’t look like they belong in this century. They look like they’re extras from the set of Pirates of the Caribbean. I suddenly remember Samir talking about pirate treasure on the island. Does that mean there are also pirates?
Pirate Man is followed by a second, who is carrying something large slung over his shoulder. It looks like another person. In fact, it looks like a Bard student, a boy. I see white socks and the dark blazer, and a shaggy mop of blond hair. Wait…I know that kid from somewhere. I strain to get a closer look. Yep. He’s the guy in the poster on the bulletin board. The one who supposedly ran away. But he looks like he’s not doing any running now. He’s definitely being kidnapped.
I try to move away from the tree, but Heathcliff holds me fast. We can’t just let crazy men dressed up as
I look up and study Heathcliff’s face as he watches the fireflies. The silver moonlight glints on his dark curly hair. His dark eyes, as usual, are unreadable. He looks down at me, holding my gaze for a long time. He doesn’t seem like a fictional character. He seems very real.
I remember the last time we were this close. We were in a secret passageway last semester, and Heathcliff kissed me. I remember his lips, warm and sure, and the taste of him. Salty.
I want him closer. So very much closer.
Before even thinking about the repercussions, I grab the collar of his Bard blazer and pull him closer, and he turns to me as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and then we’re kissing, and it’s everything I remembered and more.
Ten
As Heathcliff pulls me close to him, hard against his chest, faint alarm bells in the back of my head are going off, the ones reminding me that should we be caught kissing, Heathcliff will be banished from Bard forever. While I know I should pull away, I can’t. I’ve literally turned into jelly. Heathcliff puts his hand on the back of my neck, and then trails the other one down my back. My knees buckle a little and then Heathcliff pulls me even closer to his chest and deepens the kiss.
I know I should stop, but I don’t want to. I want this to last forever. No one should smell and taste this good.
It’s Heathcliff who pulls away first. I feel a rush of cold air on my face as he pulls away from me, and my eyes flutter open, surprised. Why did he stop?
I try to read his expression in the dark, but he’s got his head turned away from me. And that’s when I hear it.
A small branch breaking. Someone or something is walking near us. Maybe ten or twelve feet away.
I stiffen.
Heathcliff puts his finger to his lips to tell me to be quiet, and then he pulls me closer to his chest and shifts a little, so that there’s a large oak tree between us and whatever is moving around. He’s got my back to the tree and is peering over my shoulder.
I hear another couple of steps, and I can’t help myself, I turn to look. In the moonlight, I see that it’s a person, although I can’t tell if it’s a student or a Guardian. I whip my head back around and flatten myself to the tree. Heathcliff pushes himself against me, his entire body tense.
I suddenly realize that should we be found out here, it would be mandatory expulsion for Heathcliff. Even if we tried to tell them nothing was happening between us, I doubt they’d believe us.
We listen as the footsteps fade, and I start to think things are probably fine, and I make a move toward the campus, but Heathcliff restrains me. I glance at him and he shakes his head slowly from side to side.
That’s when I hear more footsteps. A second person. I peek around the tree and clearly see it’s a man, but he’s no Guardian. Or teacher, either. He looks a lot like a pirate. He’s got a handkerchief tied around his head and he’s wearing threadbare clothes, pants cut off at the knees, and no shoes. Are these the guys Blade’s friends saw? They don’t look like they belong in this century. They look like they’re extras from the set of Pirates of the Caribbean. I suddenly remember Samir talking about pirate treasure on the island. Does that mean there are also pirates?
Pirate Man is followed by a second, who is carrying something large slung over his shoulder. It looks like another person. In fact, it looks like a Bard student, a boy. I see white socks and the dark blazer, and a shaggy mop of blond hair. Wait…I know that kid from somewhere. I strain to get a closer look. Yep. He’s the guy in the poster on the bulletin board. The one who supposedly ran away. But he looks like he’s not doing any running now. He’s definitely being kidnapped.
I try to move away from the tree, but Heathcliff holds me fast. We can’t just let crazy men dressed up as
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