"Kaylee this is Dove." Emma introduced us, throwing her long blonde hair over her shoulder. "She is new here and I met her in first period. We became fast friends." The two smiled at each other and Dove turned towards me.
"It's very nice to meet you." she spoke in a very high pitched voice. She had long black hair and large pool blue eyes. She was almost as beautiful as Emma, maybe even more so. I smiled as an exchange of greeting and sat down at the stone table, starting to eat my lunch. Emma and Dove chatted away like they were old friends reunited and a spark of jealousy pitted in my stomach. Emma Marshall was my best friend. Of course she was allowed to have other friends but she didn't; there was always just me.
Suddenly- out of nowhere- a certain little blonde reaper popped up, sitting across from me with a smug grin on his face. My eyebrow twitched at his sudden appearance.
Emma turned to me to say something but stopped when she noticed I was looking at- nothing. "Hey Em. Will you please go get me some napkins. I totally forgot." I said slowly, hoping she would take the hint. She looked once again at the empty spot and suddenly understanding clicked in her eyes.
She turned to the new girl. "Hey, you gonna go with? I can point out all the crush worthy guys." She stood.
Dove hesitated for a slight moment but stood anyway. "Sure." She answered sounding a little confused.
Once they had returned into the cafeteria I turned to Tod. "What the hell man? What if someone sees you?"
He wagged his finger back and forth smirking at me. "They can only see me if I want them to. Remember?"
I rolled my eyes, almost laughing. "Whatever. So what are you doing here?" I stuck my chicken nugget in ketchup and took a bite. It wasn't amazing, but it wasn't bad either. I guess that was high school lunch for you. Totally not worth two bucks a tray.
"A friend asked me to take over his shift in this district and theres a guy across the street who's about to kick the can in an hour, so I thought I'd kill some time." He took a fry off of my tray and popped it into his mouth.
I stared at him. "Oh. That's interesting."
He nodded in agreement. "Yep. That old geezer will be coughing and wheezing his lungs up any minuet now. Will take him a while to die though."
"Geez Tod, you sound so remorseful for someone who is about to loose their life." I pushed the tray away. Talking about death always made me loose my appetite.
He shrugged his shoulders. "Been there, done that. Being a reaper, you don't have time to be remorseful. You just get in there, take a good swing, and get out." I couldn't help but giggle at that and he smiled, leaning back on the bench. "So who is that new chick?"
"I don't know much. Her name is Dove. She seems pretty okay."
"Tod, go away." We both whipped our heads around to see Nash standing only a few feet away with Sabine at his side.
"Oh hey little bro." Tod gave a small wave. "Coincidence meeting you here." Nash rolled his eyes and sat on my right while Sabine sat across from him.
"No it's not. Why are you at my school?" But before Tod could answer, Dove and Emma reappeared with each a handful of napkins. I turned to him and he gave me a small wink before suddenly blinking out.
I tuned out the conversation as Emma introduced Dove. There was this weird feeling in the pit of my stomach like today wasn't going to be a good day, yet I couldn't figure out why. Like that same feeling you get when you always know Monday's are gonna suck. Despite Sabine's several attempts to annoy me while flirting shamelessly with Nash, I spent the rest of my lunch in silence.
Dove was in my last class of the day and she proceeded to take the empty desk to my right as soon as she walked into the classroom. "Hey Kaylee." She smiled at me sweetly.
"Hey.." I replied and turned my gaze to the board where Mrs. Anderson was already writing down the day's assignments.
A frown formed on Dove's face. "Do you not like me?" She spoke so softly I almost didn't hear it.
"What?" I asked, turning to face her.
"You don't like me do you?" She held her head, staring down at the floor. She looked like a poor innocent child had just been told Santa didn't exist.
"No it's not that." I said, waving my hands frantically. I looked towards the front of the room to make sure the teacher was still distracted. "I was just a little surprised at how quickly you and Emma became friends is all." She still didn't lift her head. "It's not that I don't like you I promise."
A smile returned on her face. She looked up at me with those blue eyes. "Great! Because from the moment I met you I thought we could be really good friends."
I returned her smile. "So what are you doing here anyways?"
"My parents died in a tragic accident in a forest, so I was shipped to live with my uncle for a few years. Turns out he was a crack addict so they sent me here with some foster parents." Her grin never faltered even with her gruesome story. I felt a pang of pity for her, but the teacher started our lesson and our conversation would have to wait. Mrs. Anderson was a real stickler for attention.
After school I said goodbye to Nash and he left with Sabine-which unnerved me to no end. Then Dove rode the bus home and I drove Emma to her house. I was going to stay over for a while, maybe get some homework done and watch a movie.
When we arrived at her house neither her mother, nor her sisters were home. I threw my backpack on the ground throwing also hopes of getting that homework done and we entered the living room where she immediately put in a DVD.
"What is it this time?" I asked smirking at her as she plopped down on the couch next to me. "Another old chick flick? 13 Going On 30?"
"Shut it!" She yelled and hit me with a throw pillow. "That movie is amazing. Besides, I thought we'd use the T.V. as background noise." She turned around to face me fully. "What I really want to know is what's going on with you and Nash."
My mood suddenly dropped. "There isn't much to say." I sighed heavily. "Or it's more like I don't know what to say. We are what we are I guess."
She stared at me with a blank expression on her face, clearly not satisfied. "Oh don't give me that crap. Are you dating or aren't you?"
I shrugged my shoulders and stared at the screen. I didn't know what was going on between Nash and me. We were a sort of he'd beg me, I'd want him, then Sabine would do something to mess it up, I'd get mad, and it would all start over like some sort of crazed cycle. It was driving me mad to say the least. Maybe if Sabine had never showed up we wouldn't be in this situation. Maybe me and Nash would have gotten back together a long time ago? Or maybe not..
Emma noticed my sour expression and quickly changed the subject. "So what do you think about Dove? She's super cool."
I smiled, glad to talk about something else. "I didn't have much of a chance to really get to know her, but we're both in Mrs. Anderson's class and we've decided to become friends, so I guess I'll figure that out later." She nodded and we sort of drowned into the movie. The whole time we spent half the time talking and half the time watching. The movie was about some girl running away to London to find her father. Girlish movies like these were Emma's favorites. I, however, preferred thrillers. I liked the feel of anxiousness.
The topics we discussed ranged from a wide variety. Who Emma considered dating next, homework, upcoming Spring Break, tests, family issues, work, and many other things. I loved to just hang out with Emma like this. She was the only real girl friend I had ever had and she trusted me 100% as did I with her. I knew I wouldn't trade her up for anything.
Around 7:00 just when the sun had set, my phone buzzed with my dad calling. I flipped it open. "Yeah dad, what's up?" I threw a piece of popcorn in my mouth.
"Kaylee, listen to me sweetie. I need you to come home right now." There was a deep sadness in his voice that i noticed immediately.
"Dad?" My voice rose with concern. "What's wrong?"
"Just come home now please." He hung up. I threw the blanket off of me and handed the bowl of popcorn to Emma. She looked confused as I quickly slipped on my shoes.
"Somethings happened. I'll call you as soon as I figure out what." I grabbed my bag and ran out the front door to my car. I quickly opened the door, throwing my bag in the passenger's seat and turned the engine on, speeding home.
But I could see quickly what my dad was so sad about. From miles away I could see it. The bright orange and red flames that danced in the early twilight, mixing colors so beautifully painful it had to be a sin. When I pulled up in front of my house, it was on fire.