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Saturday, October 9, 2010

Blood Moon: Jack Kennington


Name: Jankin "Jack" Xavier Kennington

Age: 17 (?)

Occupation: High school junior

Origins: English

Appearance: Hair - Seal brown; Eyes - Yellowish gold

Personality: Protective, composed, gentlemanly, rational, outgoing

Likes: Sports, Robyn

Hates: Leroy

(Author's note: You'll find out why he hates Leroy. ^^ His name was a bit hard to create. I want a kind of old English name for him, and of course there's a reason for that, aside from the fact that he's English. There's also a reason for putting a question mark beside his age. And that's for me to know and you to guess. XD)

Friday, June 26, 2009

Blood Moon: Chapter 3 - Bitter. Pain.

Robyn walked down the road toward a T-junction. There was a pole with three green plates at the top at the end of the road, each pointing at a different direction. She turned to the road which one of the green plates said Lucifere Street. As she turned, it had started pouring without forewarning.

Robyn instinctively covered her head with her hands and ran as fast as she could. Her house was still a little further down the road. Oh, no. I’ll be soaking wet.

She ran for another minute or so before finally reaching the porch of her house. She began patting and brushing water off herself from head to toe. That was when she realised something. Something fascinatingly strange.

She touched her hair and clothes. Strange. She took off her backpack and examined it. Very strange.

She was not wet at all.

She gaped at the water pouring from the sky. The rain splashed onto the ground so mercilessly. Everything outside was wet. The road she walked on was glistening with water. Now this is something that doesn’t happen every day. She was surprised she could still amuse herself despite the bizarreness of the event.

She blinked. And again. She shook her head and went into the house.

After that, she wet with her usual routine — dipped her feet in the cold water, ate the leftovers and finished her homework. Nelly was peculiarly quiet that day. She just lay there like a dead dog with occasional moans that sounded like she was frightened by something. For some reason, it might have been Robyn that she was afraid of because she would not let Robyn touch her. It annoyed Robyn.

Nelly had never been like that since the last time he came over to her place. It had only occurred to Robyn after awhile that Nelly had always acted like that whenever he was around.

It was still raining outside but it was not as heavy as one hour ago. She was lying face down on the bed, scribbling aimlessly on the notepad next to her calculus textbook. Her mind was tired from looking at all the questions. And then, she heard a car drove up at the driveway outside. She rose up from her bed lazily and looked down the window. Ashley was stepping out of the car. She’s early today, she thought. She was about to turned away when something — someone, caught her eyes.

There he was. A tall figure in a brown leather jacket and dark grey hoodie, with the hood over his head. He was slightly leaning against the boot of the car, hands in the pockets of the jacket with his head tilted up. He was staring at her. She could not see his eyes or his face but she knew he was. For a moment, she thought she knew him or maybe seen him somewhere before. She blinked hard. But when she opened her eyes again, he was gone. There was not any trace of a man had ever been on that spot.

Robyn broke away from her stare at the empty spot beside the car when Nelly let out a very unnerving moan.

****

A man dressed in a pair of torn jeans and a dark grey hoodie was standing on the tip of an antenna on one leg, under the big grey moon. He had no trouble balancing himself on it. The hood was pulled over his head so that his face was well hidden under it. The rain hit on his face but he gave no attention to it. He began to stretch out a leg and stepped onto the air. The rain gathered beneath his foot and solidified into a thick layer of cold crystal. He took another step, another block of the cold crystal formed from the raindrops. With every step he took, the seemingly cold crystal was formed under his feet.

An uneven path of thick ice was formed behind him. It had led him to another antenna tip. He hopped onto the next antenna, balanced himself effortlessly. The ice melted into water in an instant and splashed onto the smooth concrete roof —in this case, the floor, as if it did not remember it being an ice a second ago. There was no need for him to form the icy path but he was having fun with this.

He smiled to himself. Ice began to form from beneath his Nike sneakers, sloping downward, to the edge of the roof. This time the icy path was smooth and shaped like a skateboarder’s launch ramp. Again, it was unnecessary, but he liked it. Let’s treat it as a practice.

He bent his body down toward the icy path until his body was in a position that is impossible for a human to still be able to balance itself on the pointed tip of an antenna. He dropped and glided on the path like a professional skater. He reached the end of the path and then, it felt like he had stopped in mid air.

Then, a gush of angry wind splashed on his face and the rain lashed at him. The feeling was familiar to him to the point that he was so used to it. It was the feeling that he loved and the very reason he was doing these things.

The feeling of falling.

It was terrifying and ghastly but relaxing at the same time. These feelings came in an equal fervour, in a complex mix like a cocktail. It was exactly what he needed at the moment.

He kept falling and saw the lights of the building swiped pass him like lightning. He closed his eyes. But soon enough, it all came to an end. He was only a few feet away from the ground but he did not set his feet on it. In fact, he was nowhere to be found.

A young girl with silky red hair that was pulled back into a high ponytail was holding a black umbrella, standing beside a lamp post just below the building. She was staring at the very spot where the man had vanished. Her face was emotionless.

The man in dark grey hoodie came out from an unlit alley besides the building. The light of the lamp post shone on him, revealing a simper but the hood still shadowed his face.

The red-haired girl rolled her cornflower blue eyes and headed towards him. She moved the umbrella closer to him and over his head. “Satisfied?” Her voice was cold but with a hint of concern.

“Not really,” he answered, still smirking. “Still not high enough.”

“Not enough?” Her voice was pitched with disbelief. “This is Sears Tower, the current tallest skyscraper in all America. What else do you want?”

He put on a thinking face playfully. “Let’s say...the tallest building in the world?”

He noticed the girl had tried to avoid looking at his face a few times when she was talking. She could not take his smile. Nobody could take his smile, even for their kind. And she admitted that to him through her eyes. It was impossible not to return a smile when you have looked at his.

“Oh, stop simpering,” she complained. It was too much for her. She cleared her throat and braved herself to look at him. “Well, sorry to put this to you but there isn’t one.”

The man raised an eyebrow at her, looking as if he was waiting for her to enlighten him.

“Every few years there would be a new tallest building. Every country wants a ‘tallest building in the world’. You could never go to the tallest building in the world because there isn’t one.”

He chuckled and nodded in agreement. “Clever.”

The girl smiled triumphantly like a child.

“Now, Billie, let’s go home.” He turned but a hand held him back.

“Not until you tell me what happened.” She stared at him like her eyes had just become an X-ray machine.

He returned the gaze and was quiet for awhile before he answered her question. “Nothing.”

“When people say there’s nothing, it usually means there is something.” She tilted her head up a little, trying to look wise and intended to pull the secret out of him by force.

He stared at her for another long time and he sighed. He gave up. “I feel...ambivalent.”

****

Robyn woke up the next morning to the smell of bacon and egg. She liked that feeling. She brushed up quickly and changed into her uniform. She went downstairs and skipped the last few steps of the staircase. The sound made Nelly ran towards her. She was shaking her tail vigorously as if she was excited about something. As if she had just seen her owner that had been away for awhile.

Robyn patted her furry head. She was glad Nelly was back to normal.

Ashley had started eating with a morning paper in her hands. Robyn put her backpack on the couch and went to her breakfast. They talked of their parents who called last night when Robyn was sleeping and something about Ashley’s workplace. Robyn glanced at her watch, then forced a whole piece of egg into her mouth and gulped down a glass of milk. She nearly choked on that.

“I’m off.” Robyn said without looking at her sister while she grabbed her backpack and walked to the door.

“Robyn,” Ashley called out to her just before her hand reached the door knob. “Be careful.”

Robyn was confused for a moment. Ashley often said that to her when she went out but this time it sounded different, like she was really worried. “O-kay.” And she ran off to school.

Robyn had a car. A 70’s Plymouth muscle car. It used be her Dad’s. It had been in the garage for quite some time now. She only ever used it when she really needed it. Driving that old steel junk around was not a proud thing to do. That was why she preferred to walk to school. Otherwise, standing beside that junk would draw attention. And that was the last thing she wanted.

It was funny. Even though her house was just next to Damien’s, they had never gone to school together nor had she ever ran into him on the way to school. Until now.

Damien was leaning against the wooden fences surrounding his garden, smiling brightly at her, cleanly dressed in his uniform. He did not pull up his sleeves and he was even wearing the ridiculous tie. “What took you so long?” He moved and took her backpack off of her back. He then dropped it into the storing space of his Suzuki race bike and passed a helmet to her.

She took it mindlessly when she was still looking at him, confused. “Were you waiting for me?”

“Yep. Ain’t I great?” He grinned sheepishly while he got onto the bike.

“This is the first time ever I’m going to school with you.” She put on her helmet and got onto to the bike, too. This was not the first time she rode on his bike, though.

He kept quiet and he kept on pulling his sleeves over his wrists. That was when she noticed. She grabbed his right hand without warning. He was shocked. He tried to pull it back but it was too late.

Robyn looked at his bandaged hand, then at him. “What happened?” Her voice sounded like a mother worried about a child.

He tried to pull away again and it worked. “It’s nothing,” he answered flatly. “I got hurt fixing my bike yesterday.” He made a gesture of grabbing something and letting it go a few times. “See, it’s fine.”

Robyn crossed her arms in front of her chest and glared at him. “Why do you get hurt over fixing your bike so often? Two weeks ago it was your left leg and a month ago it was your neck.”

“Really. It’s nothing. Now, c’mon. We’re gonna be late.” He grabbed her hands and put it around his waist. He started the engine and rode towards the school. She knew he would not tell her the truth even if she stuck a knife on his throat. So, she let it go.

They, actually, arrived earlier than expected. Robyn sat at her usual place, waiting for Stella to come. Damien had run off to answer a call just before he stepped into the class. Robyn was half day dreaming when she heard something shocking. Not terrifying, but shocking.

A group had gathered at the centre of the class. People were talking loudly. There were Dina — the richest girl in school, Lex — an airhead footballer, Johnny — the bossy class president, and Penelope — a cheerleader, another airhead. Those four were the only ones she knew aside from Damien, Stella and Jack. They were the famous four — the Gossip Group.

“It’s on the news last night and the paper this morning,” said Dina the Rich Girl.

“It was terrible. Two bodies, but no blood or wound. Not even a bruise,” said Penelope the Cheerleader.

“What’s so terrible about it? It could have been poison,” Lex the Footballer suggested as-a-matter-of-factly.

“Didn’t you pay attention to the news? The bodies were drained of blood! How could somebody lose all the blood without a visible wound?” Johnny the President suggested.

“Must be some sick, sadistic, psycho killer. Murdering the girls by draining their blood and let them die a torturous death. I pray it won’t happen to me.” Dina swallowed hard and held on to the cross pendant of her necklace.

“You worried too much.” Lex gave out a mocking laugh.

“Lex, it all happened in Ellens Creek! Hello? That’s, like, the town right next to Donnsville.”

I really should start reading newspaper or watching the news.

That explained everything. Both Ashley and Damien. Overreacting siblings and worrywarts. But Robyn felt warm inside, albeit a little annoyed. She was smiling to herself when a silhouette appeared and blocked the sunlight from the windows. She looked up and her dark green eyes met with a pair of glimmering amber eyes. They just stared at each other for awhile.

Robyn finally broke the silence. “What do you want?”

Jack laughed bitterly. “Good day to you, too.” He turned away but stopped. He sighed and turned back. He opened and closed his mouth a couple of times before he finally spoke. “I need to talk to you.”

Robyn opened her mouth to talk but she could barely start her sentence when he interrupted her.

“I’ll meet you at the gym after school.” His voice was so low. It was almost like a whisper. He saw the expression on her face and added, “Please.” He said it firmly.

He went back to his seat just before Damien walked in with Stella. Somehow, she felt like somebody was glaring at her. She turned to her left. A girl turned to the front just as Robyn looked at her. A girl with curly blond hair.

The entire school was talking about the murders. Apparently, the victims were young girls about Robyn’s age. Every place, every hallway was echoing the incident. The teachers were agitated. The students were restless. No one seemed to talk about other things. And that made it worse for Robyn because Damien would not let her out of his sight. It was beyond the point of overprotective. If it kept up, she would not be able to meet Jack.

Yes, she had decided to meet him. She was not sure why. The little voice in her head was telling her to.

Fortunately, Stella was on her side. Damien was half walking by himself and half pulled by Stella when he went home. Why is he so worried?

“It’s dangerous now! First Riverdale and now Ellens Creek.” Damien explained before he left.

Robyn was confused. “Riverdale? But it was just a fire.” Well, an abnormal fire.

He was silent for a moment like he was thinking about something. He was edgy. “Well...they’re both bad incidents. It doesn’t hurt to be careful.”

Yes, both the incidents weren’t good thing obviously. But how were they related? Seriously, this boy worried too much.

Robyn closed her locker and put an arm through one of the straps of her backpack, leaving it half hanging on her back. She took off her prussian blue ribbon bow and unbuttoned her cuffs. There was not anybody else on the hallway. It was just her. She walked to the staircase which leads to the gymnasium. Her heart was racing faster by the second and her stomach had curled into a knot. She was still nervous to be alone with Jack.

She had reached the staircase. She looked down the shiny stone steps and pondered. She was having a headache. She hated him but his tone when he asked her was so convincing and impossible to resist. Finally, she took a deep breath and ready to walk down the stairs.

That was when she felt a sudden push on her back. One of her feet slipped off the step and she had completely lost control over her body. There was nothing beneath her feet and her body felt so light. Her mind went blank and she knew what would come next. The pain, the screaming, the tears. All in the order.

However, that moment never come. Her body did not feel the smoothness and hardness of a marble floor. Instead, she felt something soft yet firm. It was a little cold.

She opened her eyes slowly and they met those beautiful golden eyes. They were so gentle. They were filled with concern but it quickly changed to fury when they looked up the stairs.

“Liz—” Jack paused for a second. “Robyn, are you alright? Are you hurt?” He was touching her body gently as if she was a thin piece of glass that would break at even a light touch.

She was going to say she was not before she moved and felt a sharp pain on her right ankle. She let out a groan that she did not mean to. Immediately, he held her upper waist with one hand and her legs with another. He lifted her off her feet like she was no heavier than a baby. She was surprised and it felt a little uncomfortable.

“I can walk. Will you please put me down?” She made her voice sounded as cold as possible to hide her nervousness. But he did not listen. He bent down for her to pick up her backpack on the floor and he carried her to the first aid room beside the gymnasium.

He took care of her wound like he was used to doing it. As expected of an athlete, she thought. He was in the tennis and basketball team. And he was the president of the literature club.

“You twisted it a little. But nothing bad. It will be back to normal after a day or two.” He said with a gentle smile on his face. Robyn could not help but return it with a faint smile.

“Thank goodness,” he muttered when he was closing the first aid box. It was low and Robyn guessed it was supposed to let only himself hear it.

And that was the last thing he said after taking care of her twisted ankle. He carried her to his red Mustang and drove off the school grounds.

They were so quiet. Neither of them spoke. She was beginning to be choked by the silence.

“It was Amanda.” Jack spoke all of a sudden. It startled her. His eyes were still on the road.

“Huh?”

He looked at her, surprised, but it disappeared very quickly. He stared at her like he was studying her. Then, he laughed to himself. “I’m sorry. I forgot.”

Forgot what? She was more confused than ever.

He was still giggling. “I forgot that you never remember the face of the people in the school. Let alone their names.” He cleared his throat and he became serious again. “Amanda Snow. A girl in our class. She did it.” His eyes were fixed on the road again. “I’m sorry.” He sounded apologetic.

“Oh.” That was all she could say at that moment. Then, it finally occurred to her the real question. “Why would she want to push me down the stairs?”

He gave her a look and she immediately understood. Pieces of the puzzle were all put together now. The couple at Puffie’s, curly blond hair, the uniform and the girl that glared at her in the class. How can I be so slow?

She looked at the road and realised they were not going to her house. “Where are we going?”

“Well, we didn’t really talk. So...” They stopped at a park. She immediately recognised it. It was the park. The park they used to go. And she had not been here for a year.

It was an amazing park. The trees and bushes were as green as ever. When it was spring, the flowers would bloom everywhere. When it was autumn, everything would be golden and green. She remembered there was a fountain at the centre of the park and the couples would sit around it.

Jack stopped the engine but they did not get out. They just stayed in the car.

“Robyn,” he called gently. He looked so serious and troubled. “I hope you understand that Amanda and I have only been together for a short while. There’s nothing—”

“Nothing between the two of you?” Robyn finished his sentence.

“Yes.” He shook his head. “No.” He let out a frustrated sigh. “I don’t know what I am saying.”

Robyn heart sank. She was hoping that he would change but he hadn’t. “You really don’t have to explain it to me. If you do that, you will have to explain every single relationship you have been through with, well, almost every girl in the school.” She laughed bitterly.

“The way you put it...It seems like Ally or whatever the name is going to join your ex-girlfriend club real soon.” She was not looking at him anymore. She could feel warmth welling up in her eyes.

“No. Listen, you don’t understand—”

“Yes, and I don’t want to.”

He opened his mouth but nothing came out. He looked defeated.

“They were your victims.” Just like me.

He turned to look at her in great disbelief and grief. “No!” He was almost shouting. “You’re not like them!” Robyn was surprised by his last sentence, and so was he.

He had calmed down now. But Robyn had not. The stinging warmth in her eyes was overwhelming. “Don’t even bother. You and I are over.”

Jack held her hand and looked at her pleadingly. “Robyn, please listen to me.”

“You don’t know about love, do you? Because you’ve never fallen in love before.” Robyn could hear her voice shaking. She was fighting her tears back.

Jack sighed in disbelief. “I do know. I do have somebody I love.” He looked at her like he was trying to tell her something but could not. His grip tightened upon her hand.

She tried hard to hold back her tears but she could feel a tear had rolled down her cheek to her chin. She wiped it off immediately. She shoved his hand away, grabbed her backpack and jumped out of the car. She walked right ahead without knowing where she was heading and ignoring the pain at her ankle. Jack got out of the car and was right behind her. She wanted to walk faster but her ankle was hurting and she limping heavily.

Jack was crying for her to stop before she hurt her ankle again but she ignored him. Then, all of a sudden she was lifted off her feet.

“Put me down!” She hit him on the chest with her backpack.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what else I can say.” He looked down at her apologetically. “I’m sorry.”

She stopped struggling and waited for him to continue.

“I can’t take it any longer. I can’t take being hated by you. Have you any idea how I felt when you’ve ignored me for a year but when we started talking again you were as cold as ice?”

He looked at her with a grieving face. She looked away.

“At least let me stay by your side as a friend.”

Monday, June 22, 2009

Blood Moon: Chapter 2 - Boys. Contempt.

Robyn woke up in the morning, trying to put the dream at the back of her head. It was strange for a dream to remain so vivid in her mind as if it was real.

She put on her long-sleeved white shirt and red pleated plaid skirt. She turned to her mirror and tied a prussian blue bow on the collar of her shirt. She stretched her hand out of the window and felt the weather. It was a little cold. She took out her long-abandoned Lucien East High School dark grey vest from her closet and put it on before she put on the black blazer.

It only took her twenty minutes to arrive at school by feet. It was only around the neighbourhood. As she walked toward the school compound, she saw hundreds of students with black blazer and either dark grey khaki or red pleated plaid skirt. Some of them were wearing the school’s sky blue polo shirt. She frowned at the boys’ tie. She always thought their neck ties were ridiculous — red with thin prussian blue stripes.

She walked up the hard cement steps absent-mindedly until someone caught her eyes. A boy was leaning against the steel railing of the stairs, talking casually with his friends. He had short seal brown hair, heavy brows and a rectangular face with a slightly hooked nose. His skin was so beautifully pale and translucent against the bright sunlight. He wore his tie and entire uniform neatly like a gentleman. The white shirt and black blazer only made him looked paler. She was staring at him unintentionally again. She could never explain why he always had a kind of power to draw her towards him. His amber eyes looked at her. She quickly looked away and walked pass him.

When she walked into the building towards her locker, a voice called out to her from behind. “Good morning.” The boy looked at her with his mesmerising golden eyes and smiled gentlemanly.

She turned her gaze away from him. “Mornin’,” she replied without looking at him.

“Why so serious?” The boy went in front of her and walked backwards, making it impossible for her to not look at him.

“For your information, I’m always serious,” said Robyn coldly, still not wanting to look him in the eyes. It was not difficult to avoid his eyes as he was almost a foot taller than her. “And you’re blocking my way.”

He went quiet for awhile. He went back to her side. She did not have to look at him to know that he was frowning. “Why do you always act like this in front of me?” His tone was more serious than before.

Robyn flashed him a quick smile. “Gee, I don’t know.” She sped up to lose him but he still managed to catch up to her. Robyn, annoyed, turned around he nearly bumped into her. “Would you quit following me?”

He smirked. “Well, we’re going to the same class. So, technically I wasn’t following you.”

She narrowed her eyes on him. She took a quick glance of the surrounding and pointed at the girls’ washroom. “Jack, I’m going to the washroom. If you don’t mind, you may come, too.” She looked at him triumphantly.

They stood quietly for a moment before Robyn walked towards the washroom.

“Lizzie,” Jack called from her back. He waited for her to turn around before continuing. “Can’t we go back to how we used to be?”

Robyn swallowed hard and gripped on her books tightly. Do not give in to it. “No.” She stared at his disappointed eyes coldly. “And stop calling me that.”

****

She walked into the washroom, leaving Jack standing on the same spot, frustrated. He frowned a little. It won’t be easy after all. He forced a smile toward his tennis teammates, who were waving vigorously at him, and a few cheerleaders who were passing by.

He began to walk away when a voice called out to him. “Thought I told you not to bother her again, Kennington.”

He turned around to see a boy with spiky ash blonde hair was staring at him furiously with his violet eyes. Jack returned the gaze. He stuck his hands into his pockets. “It’s none of your business, Quinn,” he said in a deep voice. He moved his gaze onto the boy’s pocket. He stared at it for awhile and frowned. “Stop bringing such dangerous stuff to school. People would think you’re up to no good.” He smiled to him gently.

The boy gave him a stiff smile. “Thank you for your concern. But I believe it is necessary to have it in order to make some things to stay away.” His words were filled with caustic
sarcasm.

****

Robyn was walking in circles in the washroom for a few minutes before she went for her locker. She peeked through the door gap and checked if he was still there before she stepped out of the washroom. After taking some books, she went straight to her history class. She really wished she would not to see that beautiful face again. But that was impossible. She had to bear with it until graduation.

When she arrived at her class, she looked at the front most desk for a second. It was empty. So were most of the seats. It was still early before the bell rings. She walked straight to the back and sat at the last desk. Stella was already there, sitting in front of her. She pulled out a folder where she had kept her homework from her backpack and gave a stack of stapled papers to Stella.

“Oh, thank you, thank you!” Stella grabbed the papers and smiled brightly. She read through them quickly and looked up. “Oh, god! I can’t believe you have finished it. I haven’t even started.”

Robyn was about to reply when she saw a figure walked pass and sat at the desk on her left at the corner of her eye.

“Morning, ladies.” The voice was husky but boyish at the same time. She knew that voice.

Robyn and Stella looked at the boy, overcame by surprise. Those mysterious violet eyes and cute spiky hair. He had an oblong face with a somewhat pointed chin, an aquiline nose and bushy eyebrows. The tie was hanging loosely around his neck. It was him. Robyn had a sudden urge to throw herself into his arms but she restrained it.

“Damien. You’re back.” Her voice was trembling. With happiness.

“Finally!” Stella almost jumped from her seat. She could not stop smiling. “You’ve been gone for almost a week.”

“How’s your uncle?”

He played with his hair on the back of his head. “Better. Still bedridden, though.” He shrugged.

“You must be very close to him to fly all the way to Ireland,” said Stella. Damien gave her a faint smile.

“How come you never mention anything about him before this?” Robyn looked at him curiously. He shrugged and gave that same smile again.

Damien was Robyn’s brother. A brother she never had. Even though he was a year younger, he was much more mature than her. He was tall and fit with a footballer’s figure. He had been living next to her since forever. They grew up together, the very reason he could be a little overprotective of her. They were close but there was always a distance between them. There were things she did not know about him. There were a lot of things that he had kept from her. For instance, she was never allowed into his house. And he travelled a lot. Often something to do with visiting his relatives or friends. What kind of people has relatives and acquaintances all over the world? She always wondered about that.

****

“Erghh...” Damien pushed away the jelly in his tray.

Robyn and Stella were eating rather enjoyably before he made that sound. It was small compared to the noises in the cafeteria but they could still hear it. If there was one thing in the world that he hated most, it would be sugar. He never ate sweet things. He loathed them. There was once he threw up the food in his mouth when he tasted sugar in it.

However, there was one particular person that he hated as much as sugar.

“Hello.” The trio jumped a little on the voice.

Damien looked up with a sharp stare. Yes. Him. Jankin Xavier Kennington. “Why, hello, Kennington.” He stared coldly at Jack who was smiling brightly. They never got along. Never.

“That would be a waste, Quinn.” Jack picked up the cup of jelly. He scooped a spoonful of it and put it into his mouth. “Sugar makes the world a better place.” He grinned.

They stared at each other silently. “What do you want?” Damien asked firmly.

“I wanted to borrow something from Stella,” Jack explained. He turned to Stella. “May I have the notes from today’s history class?” He eyes were fixed not on Stella but on Robyn.

Robyn ignored it and continued having her meal.

Stella blinked. Obviously she was wondering the same thing as Robyn — why would the top student borrow notes from a girl who got C for every history test?

Stella did not hate Jack like they did. She could never hate anyone. They were the only two persons in school who were not fond of him. Stella agreed to give it to him after lunch and he thanked her.

Just when Robyn thought he was leaving, he sat right beside her. He leaned close to her. “Perhaps there’s something about my face that you can’t bear to look at it,” he whispered in her ear.

Robyn could felt her face grew hot. Her heart skipped a beat. His voice was so soft and gentle. It was like a siren’s song that was luring her to him. She breathed heavily and put down the fork in her hand. She looked up and stared straight into his amber eyes. “Yes, actually.” She took in another deep breath. “I never liked your face.” It was loud enough for the neighbouring tables’ students to hear it. They stared at her incredulously.

Jack smiled brightly. He was almost laughing. He leaned even closer to her. “You’re lying,” he breathed in her ear. Robyn could not look at him. He would easily realise that she was nervous. There was a moment of awkward silence. Robyn could see the anger was building up inside Damien as he was clenching fists more and more tightly. However, strangely, he started to loosen up his fists and the anger in his eyes decreased by the second. When had he learned to control his temper?

“Maybe...I should give it to you now.” Stella interrupted the silence. She rose from her seat with her tray of finished meal. “Come with me.”

“Sorry to trouble you,” said Jack gentlemanly. He followed her out of the cafeteria but not before he gave Robyn a long stare. He was smiling but somehow it was not reflected in his eyes. He stared with an unfathomable look in his eyes. It was as if he was trying to tell her something.

Robyn was staring into the air blankly when Damien held her hands. There was a solemn look on his face. “You should stay away from him.” His voice was deep and even huskier.

Robyn was going to ask “Why?” but she stopped when she looked at his scowling face. She gave him a reassuring smile instead. “It’s not like I would deliberately go anywhere near him.” Not after what happened.

****

Damien Quinn spent almost the whole seven hours at school watching Jack Kennington. That was the main purpose for him at school, not studying.

He was homeschooled until Robyn went to ninth grade. He decided to go to school with her after what he saw that day.

Robyn brought a boy home on that day. He hated that boy the moment he saw him. That preppy and classy brunet gave out a peculiar aura around him. And he recognised that aura. It could never be mistaken. He’s dangerous. He would never let him get close to Robyn, not when he had that aura. But the boy knew he was watching him. He shot Damien a nasty look before he went into her house. That look was the cause of all his actions from then on.

Damien walked out of the class after everyone else when the bell rang. He was about to meet up with Robyn and Stella who were having French class when Jack approached him. He was leaning against the wall, smirking. “You know, you might as well set up surveillance cameras around the school. That way you wouldn’t be so exhausted.” He walked away, still grinning.

Damien, pissed, followed suit. He was in almost every class Jack was in. Sometimes even he himself thought he was a psychopathic stalker. Suddenly he felt vibration in his pocket. He took out a flip phone and answered it. The moment he did so, his face fell and he frowned. He pondered for awhile and sighed. “I’ll be there. But after school.” He hung up before the voice in the phone could say anything.

****

After school, Stella and another friend — not a close one — of Robyn, Emily Dallaghan dragged Robyn to Puffie’s Sweet Bar. It was a sweet shop down the street that sells every kind of dessert you could think of. From milkshakes and smoothies, to ice cream and cakes and candies. Obviously, Damien was not with them. He was gone the moment the bell rang, as usual. He might have run away because he overheard Emily inviting them during class. At least, that was what she thought.

Robyn sat down on the shocking pink cushion, or rather, she was pushed down by Stella and Emily. The shop was decorated like the sweet house in Hansel and Gretel. Candies, cookies and ice cream were everywhere, up on the walls and on the tables and chairs, too. All the cushions were of shocking pink. Disgusting, she thought. She had been here for a few times, and none of the time she came on her own will.

She had braced herself for what is going to happen. A girl with dyed-white hair and pink highlights would drop three menus onto the tables and walked away without looking at them for once. Robyn had always liked the lime and raspberry milkshake — the only thing she ever liked in the shop, but not that waitress.

Jenny. Robyn named her Jenny the Scary Rabbit. She was a full-time waitress here. Only a few years older. She dressed like a cute doll but she never acted like one. She was like a cute rabbit that made people think she was cute but the moment you got closer, she would bit your fingers off.

But that never happened. A rather tall girl with short blonde hair came instead.

Emily and Stella looked through the menu but Robyn only glanced at it for a second and pushed it away. She was kind of surprise not being able to see that scary rabbit. Not that she wanted to see her face, though.

“Where is that girl?” An infuriated voice shouted from the back.

Robyn turned sideways to peek at the woman who shouted. It was the owner of the shop. The devilish look on the middle-aged, fat woman’s face was bloodcurdling.

“The hell I know. She didn’t even call.” The tall waitress put her hands on her hips and looked down on the older woman.

The woman let out a loud bitter laugh. “Didn't show up for work since last night and without leaving a call. She is so fired.” The woman then stomped into the kitchen like mad cow.

Robyn and Jenny never got along. Well, not as if they had ever talked more than a minute. Robyn could not quite grasp the reason Jenny hated her since the first time she was there. Then again, one could never understand what a lunatic is thinking.

The tall girl came back awhile later and took their orders. After that, Robyn did not speak a word. Emily had done all the talking. Stella was listening to her patiently and was trying her best not to lose it. Robyn stared at Emily’s mouth. How can she talk for hours without stopping? This should be listed as one of the biggest wonders of the world. All she talked about was the boys at school — who was cool and who was not.

“…date Jack Kennington,” Emily jumped up and down on her seat.

Robyn, who had lost interest in Emily’s continuously moving mouth, felt her heart skipped a beat. Stella elbowed Emily on the arm while she was looking at her.

Even though it had been awhile ago, that name still had the power to stir her up inside and make her feel uneasy. She looked away from them and turned to the door where a couple had come in through. Her heart stopped. Her chest tightened. The milkshake she just sipped was stuck in her mouth, unable to be swallowed.

The couple sat at a table at the corner with their backs facing her. But she knew it very well who the boy was. Those beautiful silky seal brown hair and pale translucent skin. She would never mistake him for someone else. The girl, however, was a mystery to her. She had curly sun blond hair with slightly tanned skin. She was wearing a sky blue polo shirt and a red pleated plaid skirt.
Stella and Emily did not seem to have notice about the couple. Robyn drank her milkshake in seconds and left the shop, telling the girls she had work to do.

****

The boy turned sideway and looked at the back of the girl who had just left. His eyes were cold, or rather, unable to express his emotions. He stared at her until she was out of sight. The blond girl cuddled closer to him, holding his left arm tightly. He moved it away.
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