So I’m a day late, but a few real life things got in the
way!
This isn’t even going to be a long post, just the promised
teaser. It’s getting harder to find good scenes that don’t give away too much
of the story!
I had the next period
free and found a quiet corner of the courtyard to read the book we’d just
started in class. It was freezing cold, but there was no way I was venturing
into the Sixth Form common room. As far as I was concerned it was one of the
circles of hell.
“So, Cara, getting in
with the new boy I see,” a familiar voice drawled from above me.
“Go away, Anderson.” I
didn’t look up from the page of my book, even though I wasn’t seeing the words
anymore.
The bench creaked
beside me. “Well, that’s not very friendly, is it?”
I looked up when he
sat down next to me. James Anderson. Brown haired, green eyed, and Captain of
the school rugby team. My ex-boyfriend and bane of my existence, and the person
who still made my heart clench painfully every time I saw him.
“What do you want?”
He smiled. To anyone
else it might have looked like a friendly grin, but I knew the viciousness
lurking behind it.
“Can’t I just be
friendly?”
“You’re never
friendly. Least, not to me.”
Looking away from me,
out across the courtyard, he shrugged. “Maybe I’ve changed my mind about you.”
I snorted. “Bullshit.”
“Yeah, you’re right.
You know me too well.” He paused, a smirk playing on his lips. “Bet you were
excited about the new guy. Did you think maybe you’d finally found a friend?
Someone who didn’t know what a crazy, psycho bitch you are?” He spoke so
calmly, making it sound like a statement of fact rather than an insult.
My body tensed. So
that’s why he was here. To let me know they’d already told Lance all about me.
To let me know that making my life miserable was still top priority.
“I don’t care.” I said
the words, but I didn’t mean them. I did care. I cared a lot, too much
probably. It was hard to believe I’d been in love with Anderson once. It was a
misplaced love, and trust, that had turned me into a social outcast and the
betrayal still hurt like hell.
“Oh, come on, Cara.
Samantha and Rebecca were just doing their civic duty. Got to warn the poor guy
about you after all.”
“They didn’t have to,”
I muttered.
“No, but they wanted
to.” Anderson smiled down at me, his green eyes cold.
As I looked up into
his eyes I wondered again what had possessed me to trust him. But I had. I’d
told him everything. About my mum, and my dreams.
It might’ve been
alright if I’d kept it vague. He might’ve thought I just had a wild
imagination, that maybe I was an attention seeker. But I hadn’t, I’d told him
about the latest dream, the dream about his sister and the car crash. He’d told
me I was sick and refused to answer my calls or texts.
It might have ended
there, but four days later his thirteen year old sister had been killed in a
horrific car accident, and every time I thought about it I felt sick to my
stomach.
When Anderson had
returned to school after his sister’s funeral he’d told the whole school about
my crazy mother, and that I was crazy too. Of course, in his version I’d made
up the dreams after the accident. I still didn’t know if he really believed it,
if somehow he’d twisted it in his own memory because it made more sense, or if
that little flash of emotion I saw in his eyes sometimes was fear. Fear because
he alone knew even if I was crazy, I wasn’t lying. I really had seen the
future, and he blamed me for it.
He was still looking
down at me. I blinked first and looked away, and he chuckled. Leaning back on
the bench he stretched his legs out in front of him, crossing them at the
ankle, the picture of ease.
“Do you think you’ll
start hearing voices soon, like your mother? ‘Cause I really want to be around
when they cart you off to the mental institute.”
I stood abruptly. “Go
to hell, Anderson.”
“Only to watch you
rotting there,” he called after me as I stormed away.
THE LAST KNIGHT, Chapter Two
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