Immortal and The Seven Deadly Sins (Book Three in Angels, Gods & Demons series)

1.4 Back to the past

After a few more rides together and hanging around all day at school, it was safe to say that we kinda bonded.
I mean, it would've been really hard not to. She was always so fun to be around to, always so chill yet strong-minded. She didn't take shit from anyone, yet she would be so kind-hearted at times, making it so hard for me not to like her even if I tried. Hell, she was the epitome of the perfect friend, always there for me whenever I needed her yet never pushed too hard nor did she ever act too clingy. Never prying too much or ever trying too hard. Never making me feel uncomfortable -unlike my last few "friends" from my last school- or ever remotely doing or saying something that would hurt me in any way -again, unlike that bitch from NY I used to call my "best friend"...

Guess I could safely say that she was nothing like any other girl I have ever met before.

However, I only couldn't understand one thing...

"So wat'cha doin' tonight?"

I barely heard her lazily speaking from over that old wooden table she was sprawled on whilst bathing in the last few warm rays of sun left of this fall right next to me as I casually sat on the bench, my gaze stealthily trailing in a few directions around us for a moment.

There they were. Again those weird glances and few casual whispers here and there, once again going completely unnoticed -or rather deliberately ignored- as I peered back at her so carelessy lying on that damn table right in the middle of the school's outside cafeteria, watching her suddenly express a small frown right before taking off her thick-rimmed shades and lean on her elbows to give me a curious look.

"Did you even listen to what I just said?"

"Uh..." I awkwardly scratched the back of my head in my poor attempt to at least try to remember what she was talking about only seconds ago.

"Okay, so I was just saying that we should slash Mr. Johnson's tires and take a huge dump on his stupid hideous Sedan today, after school," She simply said, straight-faced.

"What?" I dumbly blinked a few times, staring at her like at a complete nutjob.

What the fuck?

I mean, I knew we hated our math teacher because, despite his age he was such a stuck-up grumpy-ass lecturing robot...But did we really hate him that much?

Was she really-

"I was asking you what are you doing tonight, silly!" She let out a small laugh as she peered at my surely dumbfounded expression, soon finding myself letting out a stiffled laugh as well, lightly shaking my head with disapproval at her craziness.

"Uh...I don't know. Why?"

"Maybe we could procrastinate together on doing that stupid Modern Society essay and watch some anime shows instead?" She hopefully asked, giving me a lop-sided grin.

"Uh, yeah sure why not?" I casually answered with a shrug, even though feeling a little bit surprised since I'd never even seen her place before, let alone get an invitation.

"Perfect! I'll come by and pick you up at seven...ish," She simply said as she laid herself back on the table and threw her shades back on, enjoying the sun.

"Yeah sure," I mindlessly replied before taking a sip from my soda can, intending to take my long forgotten History book from the bench and continue my lecturing when I suddenly heard someone say with an audibly annoyed tone,
"Miss Summers. Get your ass off that table, please..."

My gaze shot back up, noticing Blake quickly sitting up from that damned table like it was on fire before my attention averted to the rather thick lady gathering a few dirty trays just a few feet away from us, throwing a glare to the back of her head before adding in that same annoyed tone,
"Oh and go clean up that mustard stuck in your hair..."