“Yeah, sure.” I shifted nervously from foot to foot as I dug into my bag to produce my fake ID for the elderly office lady. As I handed it to her, I tried to keep my hand from shaking. My birth mom seemed to have thought of everything, but I couldn’t seem to shake the feeling that at any minute someone would see me for what I really was . . . a fraud.
The office lady looked over my ID and copied down a few things before handing it back to me with a smile. “Here you go. You can sit over there and fill out these forms.” She slid some papers attached to a clipboard in my direction. “And when you’re done just bring them back to me and I’ll give you your class schedule.”
“Okay. Thanks,” I said numbly as I slid the clipboard off the counter and made my way over to the greenish couch she had indicated to me. The forms were pretty standard stuff, just asking for some information that I’m pretty sure they already had, but I filled them out anyways. When I was finished, I made my way back up to the counter and slid the clipboard back across the counter to the office lady. She looked over the forms briefly and then motioned for me to wait a minute with her finger.
“Here you are,” she said after digging around in a file to produce my class schedule. “If you have any problems, just let me know.” And with a smile and a nod she essentially dismissed me.
Of all the things I could have been faced with, going back to high school was definitely one of the worst. Not to mention that I found myself in the unfamiliar territory of being enrolled in a high school in Spring Hill, Tennessee. I’d never been to the south, unless I counted the vision I’d had about the Rider taking over Senator Bill Wexington, which I didn’t. I wasn’t even sure what the plan was beyond me enrolling here and pretending to be a normal high school senior.
I snorted. Yeah . . . okay . . . I was going to blend in no problem with my white hair and rainbow colored hairpieces that I’d clipped in to try and make me less old lady and more punk rock. I was currently channeling Jenna’s old look, which I was worried might be a bit much for the south, even if I didn’t really have a choice. I would have donned a wig, but that probably would have made me stick out even more . . . so multicolored hair and brown contact lenses it was.
As soon as I left the office, I bee-lined it directly to the girl’s room. I had already missed homeroom and part of first period, so I figured I’d just jump right into my schedule starting with my second class and to pass the time hide out in the bathroom until then. As soon as I was inside, I let my bag drop from my shoulder as I gripped the sides of a sink and glared at my own reflection. “You can do this,” I told my punk rock reflection. “You don’t need Bryn, or Khol, or Jenna, or even Jeremy. You got this.” My eyes slid down to the chain that held the ruby dragon pendant that Khol had given me. I tugged it free from my shirt and wrapped my hand around it.
“Then let me put it on you.” Khol took the necklace from my hands and walked behind me. I lifted my hair so he could have better access, and he placed the cool metal against my skin and fastened it. He then kissed the back of my neck before I dropped my hair back into place. I shivered belatedly from the combination.
I shook my head to dislodge the memory and dropped the pendant back inside my black t-shirt. I wouldn’t let myself grow morose over thoughts of either Khol or Bryn. They were a different problem that I didn’t have time to deal with now, and yet without thinking I brought my hand up to my stomach, the motion still comforting me for some reason. “We’ll get through this,” I whispered to myself and my unborn child.
“Your stomach giving you trouble?” A feminine voice drawled from behind me. Her accent wasn’t quite southern but there was a definite twangy undertone.
I dropped my hand and turned toward the owner of the voice. She was about 5’1” with long blonde straight hair that hung almost to her waist. She had the glowing stereotypical tan that I usually associated with girls from the south. Even though she was a petite little thing, she had some traffic stopping curves that made my jealously spike for a brief second. She wore a light pink t-shirt over a short jean skirt and cowboy boots . . . cowboy boots. I didn’t think people actually wore those anywhere but on a farm. Toto, we’re definitely not in Kansas anymore, or maybe I should say Pittsburgh?
I fidgeted nervously as I saw her take in my appearance. If she represented the typical style for my new school then I had even less hope of fitting in than I had originally thought. “I guess I’m a little nervous,” I muttered. “It’s my first day.”
“I’m Laila,” she said with a smile. “You’re not from around here, are you?” She then laughed. “Of course you’re not, with the way you’re dressed and all.”
“That bad?” I said with a grimace. “I was kind of hoping to blend in.”
“You’ll do fine. The guys around here will probably fall all over the new Yankee girl. They get all excited when they see something new and different. The girls on the other hand might be a different story.”
Figured. I needed more guy attention like I needed another hole in my head. “Yeah, well I have a boyfriend . . . from back home. I’m not currently shopping for more trouble.”
Laila threw her head back and laughed. “Ain’t that the truth? Boys are nothin’ but trouble sometimes.”
I thought about all the drama, even though I loved them both, that Khol and Bryn had caused in my life, and I gave her a wry smile. “Sometimes?”
She stepped forward and linked her arm with mine. “Oh honey, you and I are gonna get along famously.” She pulled my class schedule out of my other hand and began reading it. “We have almost the exact same schedule.” She started walking and tugged me along beside her. “You can start counting your blessings, cuz I got your back now, hun.”
I couldn’t help but smile. Laila was like a smaller, peppier, southern version of Jenna. It would be nice to feel like I had a friend while I was off on my own trying to save the world.
“I don’t think I can take much more of this,” I grumbled to Laila as I tried to unsuccessfully ignore all the stares I was receiving at lunch. I suddenly wasn’t very hungry, and I dropped the French fry that I was about to eat back down on my tray. “This school isn’t very big; you think everyone would have seen me by now so that they could all stop staring.” The other thing that was bothering me, which I couldn’t tell Laila, was that her school was completely infested with Riders. It had skeeved me completely out at first, but I seemed relatively safe as long as I didn’t let on to them that I could see them. In that case, my first day nerves covered up my ‘holy crap my lab partner has an alien parasite inside of him’ nerves very nicely.
“They’ll get over it in a day or two,” Laila replied with cheer. “Besides gettin’ stared at isn’t always a bad thing.”
“It is to me,” I grumped. This whole situation was bringing up bad memories of my last couple of weeks at my old school where I had been shunned and persecuted for things that I hadn’t even really done. The girls had hated me there too, and the guys all wanted to hook up with me. The one explained the other. But at least I’d had Jenna and Jeremy there.
“So, how attached are you to your boyfriend back home?” Laila asked with false nonchalance.
I raised my gaze to eye her sharply. “Very. Why?”
“Well I don’t know, it’s just that only the hottest boy in all of Spring Hill High School is on his way over here right now.”
And he had a Rider inside of him. “Shit,” I swore under my breath, and froze in my seat as I watched the tall slender and yet completely ripped boy walk over gracefully toward me. I tried really hard to focus on his outer features and not on the duel imagery that usually freaked me out, but I was struggling. My breathing was coming in short little erratic bursts, and by the time he slid into the seat beside me, I was on the verge of hyperventilating.