"That's him!" I shout.
Parker, Luke and I immediately start sprinting out of the classroom like dogs chasing a bone. The teachers objections follow us through the door. However, my eyes are fixed solely on the figure running down the hall.
"There!"...
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Chapter 8:
The sunlight bursts through my shutters before I'm ready for the new day to begin. Despite the pain coursing through me, I quickly busy myself with showering and changing.
There's no doubt in my mind that if I'm going to survive here I need to work harder to claim control over my abilities. The only problem is trying to do that with two over charismatic boys, one annoying old man and a particularly frustrating guy who hates my guts.
"Morning sleepyhead," Luke greets as I walk into the kitchen.
As soon as I enter the room that contained most of the noise I had heard, I spot the three boys sitting at a table in the middle of the room with plates of food in front of them.
"Morning", I grin tightly.
My eyes lock briefly with Jason's but swiftly detach when I spot the scowl that is forming on his face. Luke seems to catch this interaction, rolling his eyes before returning to his breakfast.
"Hey Skyler," Parker beams, bits of bacon stuck to his face.
Beautiful.
I nod a silent greeting at him before taking my seat beside Luke, opposite the devil incarnate.
"Sleep ok?" Luke asks warmly.
"About as well as a kidnapped teenage girl is able," I respond, every word packed with sarcasm.
"Well... that's good... you'll probably need your energy for today," he grins tightly, ignoring my comment.
Jason looks up from his meal to take an interest in the conversation for once.
"You think you'll be able last longer than a minute today?" Jason muses, a cocky grin on his face.
My lips tighten into a thin line as I attempt to hold back the vicious insults I so desperately want to throw his way.
"So now you finally decide to hold your tongue?" He says, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards into an amused grin.
He casually lays his arm along the chair to his left, making the amount of muscle packed into his torso even more visible.
Dude, we get it. You're ripped. Now move on.
"Maybe I'm just trying to be the better person," I suggest.
"Yeah right. I'll believe that when Taylor's wears a dress."
Parker and Luke merely smirk silently at our exchange.
