The Thousand Year Curse (The Curse Books) (3 page)

"Give it back, you bitch." I protest to her reaching my arms in the direction of my journal. She peers down at me with her evil, manipulative eyes.
 

Jumping down from the table she starts ripping the pages out all while staring me in the eye, never blinking. When she's satisfied the pages are so small I can't ever read them, she steps up to me.

"If you ever talk to me like that again, I'll ruin you. You'll never be safe walking these halls again." She whispers so only I can hear her. I must look scared because a grin spreads across her lips before she throws the papers right into my face. Her little posse of clones hoot and holler from their desks telling her how funny she is.
 

I try to pick up as many pieces of paper as possible stumbling as I bend down. I put them all on my desk, along with the cover and sit down. I try to piece the book back together but it's worthless. I need this journal for my own sanity!

I gather all the pieces in my hands standing up to toss them in the trash. The only bin is by the door, but I don't even care anymore. They can watch me all they want. They win, like usual.
 

As I dump the papers in, the man-boy from the hall walks in the room. He looks just as good as before but I'm in no mood to deal with more drama.
 

Becca has this personal vendetta against me. I don't know what brought on the torture but I was her best friend until Sophomore year. Something snapped and I've been exiled ever since.

Becca only talks to me to tell me what a fag I am or to shove me around. Luckily she hasn't hit me much but words still hurt. The first time was the worst. I thought I had friends who would stand up for me. Boy was I wrong. Junior was the only person who stuck by me. He's been the only person ever since thus why I have such an attachment to him.

"Hey." Man-boy whispers to me snapping me out of my thoughts. I glance up at him in confusion. I give him my version of the evil eye which probably ends up to be more like a twitch before retreating back to my seat. Becca notices the exchange, smirks and pounces on him. She sends one last glare in my direction and then focuses all her attention on him.
 

"Hey Ollie, come sit with us." She purrs. For a second his gaze follows me to my seat and I think he is going to walk over here but in the end he decides against it and sits with Becca and her minions.
 

I can't help but be jealous. It's not like I claimed Ollie or anything but I don't want her to capture him. He's mine—well he's not but I want him to be. Ugh. Do I? I've never had such strong feelings for someone off that bat—this primal urge to claim him for myself and never let him go.
 

Gathering my bags from below my seat, I rush out of the classroom not wanting to sit there anymore. I'm not going to watch Becca eye balls him all class. I hate being here. I hate this damn school. I run from the room and find myself outside in one of the empty courtyards.

I need a breather. If I stayed in class any longer, I would have had a panic attack. I can fully picture myself throwing up in front of the class and furthering my humiliation—like that's possible.
 

It's forth so there's no lunch hour now which means I am completely alone. I lay back on the bench staring into the deep blues of the sky. What the hell is with the weather today? It's beautiful now, not raining like earlier.
 

I can't get Ollie's eyes out of my head. I feel like I know him. I want to hate him. I don't want to run to him like every other girl in this school and throw my panties at him. I'm sure he'll have a full bag of them by the end of the day. Fresh meat in a town like this gets a ton of attention—especially grade a beef.
 

Something about him calls to me. I want to know more about him. Something is different about him but I can't explain it—his very presence is unnerving. I close my eyes imagining his blue eyes. God, what is it about this guy. He's slithering into my every thought.
 

I cover my eyes with my elbow letting the cool breeze flow across my face. My hair sways in the wind as it falls over the benches sides. The edges of my vision start to become blurry and blacken leaving me blind. Unexpectedly, my equilibrium is throw off. It's like I am falling off the face of the Earth.

I fall off the bench landing flat onto my face. I stand up dusting off my butt and go to grab my bag but stop when I notice the blue eyed guy. Only he's not here. He's on an invisible screen like I'm watching a movie. He's in my bedroom with me. I watch myself lay in bed crying and he's holding onto me. I'm watching myself and Ollie in my bed holding each other.
 

My vision fades to black again when it returns. I see myself in the school courtyard. I don't know if this is a memory or what but I barely recognize myself. Abruptly, the me I'm watching jets across the courtyard running faster than any human I've ever seen. I can't even make out parts of my body as they blur together. She turns staring into my eyes. A smile plays across her lips and then she's gone.
 

Blackness returns and I can't catch sight of anything. I rub my eyes turning in circles trying to find my balance or something to ground me. A dizzy feeling emerges and the panic sets in. My mind becomes fuzzy and I'm scared I may pass out. Then there is a light.

Only one single light shining at the end of a black tunnel. Immediately I move towards the yellow glow. I start to jog wanting to get out of this black abyss.
 

At the end of the tunnel I spot a man. I've never seen him before. Light green eyes, jet black hair. He's God-like. I don't know why but I trust him to save me. He reaches an arm out for me and gladly, I take it.

Big mistake doing that. I feel like I am in a martini tumbler. My equilibrium is thrown off again and I don't know which way is up or down. I search for the green eyes but they never return. All there is is blackness. And then, the drop.

I scream not knowing what's happening. The uncertainty makes me want to cry. I open my eyes and it's all blue. Not only the blue sky, but two blue eyes staring straight at me. I search to the left and right and realize I'm still at school. I must have fallen asleep.
 

"What do you want?" I ask him pushing myself up on the bench. I rub my eyes and try to pat my hair down composing myself.
 

"Would you like to eat with me?" What the hell? His question throws me off.
 

"Are you kidding me?" I blurt out before my brain tells my mouth to shut the hell up. My face pinches in a way that I am sure is unattractive.

"Um, no?" He asks, genuinely confused. He takes a step closer to me and I scoot off the bench trying to keep my distance. Something about him scares me.
 

For some reason, it's gotten chilly out side. The sun is covered by a range of dark clouds threatening to spill over at any second. I swear it wasn't like that even thirty seconds ago. Goose bumps cover my exposed arms and I rub them. Something is off. I need to get inside before I get drenched. This weather is unpredictable.
 

"Sorry. I've got to go." I grab my bag off the pavement and head for the doors. I can't think right now. When I stare at him all my rational thoughts fly out the window. "Look, your friends are calling you."
 

I stop walking away once I reach the door and point to where Kevin is waving at him—the ultimate douche. He's some hot shot on the football team. "I think you should go." I hint to him.

 
Only then do I notice Junior scrutinizing me through the window. I wave to him wanting to assure him I'm okay, and start to walk towards my safety net. I turn back for the last time and see Ollie making his way over to Kevin.

Kevin catches me gazing and raises his middle finger high in my direction. His whole group laughs and I can't help but feel alienated. Ollie never glances back at me. This sounds crazy but I wanted him to. I wanted to look into those confused eyes one more time. I wanted him to care if I was looking back at him.
 

"What's up?" Junior inquires when we meet. I can't hide my emotions from him. The tears in my eyes speak for themselves. "What the hell did they do to you, Ryder?" He asks when he notices the puddles forming. He's overly protective with me—in a brotherly way. He grabs my hand comforting me so I lean into his touch automatically.
 

"Can we sit somewhere else?" I ask him in a near whisper. I'm scared if I talk, I'll lose what little composure I have left. He leads us out of the entry way until we find an empty stairwell to sit on.

I tell him everything. I tell him how I'm scared of the new guy. I confess that once I let him in he'll leave me like my mother or dump me like Becca. I tell him how she humiliated me in class and bitched me out. The only part I leave out is the super strength or whatever that is.
 

It's amazing when I talk to Junior because he doesn't judge me. When I talk to him, it's easy. He knows me too well. I'm not embarrassed. I don't feel like a complete loser.
 

I don't even realize I'm fully crying until I've finished the story. Quiet crocodile tears slowly roll down my cheeks. How can I even have tears left after the last couple years?

Junior pulls me onto his lap and lets me cry into his chest. I wrap my arms around his neck and hide my face. His smell reminds me of home, comforting me. I fit perfectly in his arms which surprises me sometimes because he's a pretty big guy. I would guess Junior is like five ten or so, but he looks bigger.
 

He presents himself sort of skater boy-ish. He's got a dark mohawk and gauges in his ears. His appearance is quite intimidating.

"Maybe you need a good night's sleep?" Junior suggests after I tell him how I fell asleep outside.

"Yeah. Probably." I whisper but deep down I know this is something more. The dream felt so real.
 

I get a little boost in morale after my cry session but the day continues to drag. Junior is in my sixth period class, thank God because so are the popular kids.
 

They don't mess with me when Junior is around. Junior has stood up to them so many times, they have given up. He's not afraid of their fake sense of superiority. His lack of caring makes it hard for them to feel justified.

Me? I'm easy prey because I do care. When I cry, my tears feed their hunger. They're like parasites on the weak.
 

I promised Junior I'd drive him home so I have to stick around for eighth even though I have a free. I stop at my locker exchanging books before heading to my favorite place in the school—the library. My safe haven within the school.
 

I chat with Mary, the librarian—we're on a first name basis. Most of my free time over the past couple years is spent here. Mary actually helped me once when Becca showed up. She pretended the library was rented for a computer class and sent her away. That's when I knew we'd be close friends.
 

After catching up with her, I grab a booth in the back and start my homework. We didn't get much on the first day, but I figure I'll do some readings. I put my headphones in and tune out the world, cranking my music up as loud as my phone will let me. I'm sure anyone in a twenty foot radius can hear the bass.
 

Out of the corner of my eye, I notice something move. I pull my headphones out of my ears sitting up on high alert. I don't see anything near me. I guess I'm just being paranoid.