It took only a moment to find his thoughts again, and she surfed through them. Only now that she was fully relaxed, did Jade realize the colossal amount of pain he was in. The kind of pain which could only be brought on by a broken heart.**
A broken heart? This only served to confuse Jade more, so she plunged deeper into her trance like state, trying to make sense of what she saw and felt, and compared this against the events of the day before. Thinking back, she remembered…
It was just after lunch at school, and Jade sat alone in the staircase just next to the trophy room, texting her brother on her phone while trying to avoid unwanted attention from other students. Except attention was exactly what she got when Johnny Brady and his best friend Blake Jackson approached her.
She didn’t even need to scan their thoughts to know their intent. It was written in their swaggering steps, and the smug, confident smiles plastered on their gorilla faces. The two hulking young men took up positions at the bottom of the stairs, and Jade repressed a smile. The pilot and his wingman. This should be good.
“Hi Jade,” Johnny said, his thumbs hooked through the belt loops of his faded jeans.
Jade ignored him, continuing to text her brother while the two boys waited for her to respond. After several long seconds of no acknowledgement, Blake piped in, “Hey, Jade, how’s it going?”
Keeping her eyes on her phone, Jade reached out and immediately felt the rising frustration in the other two. They didn’t like being ignored. Johnny was the taller of the two, with the beginnings of a beer gut from too many parties and not enough time in the gym. His sandy blond hair crept down along his collar line, while the fluorescent lights above reflected on his oily, sweaty, teenage skin. His eyes were set a little far back in his skull, which only heightened the gorilla impression in Jade’s opinion. He had a snaggle tooth, which showed when he smiled.
Blake was heavier set, with a buzz cut and with metal studs piercing his ears. His denim jacket covered a black concert Tee-shirt advertising some heavy metal band, which clashed horribly with the tan corduroy trousers and work boots he wore for shoes. Braces covered his bottom teeth, loosened during an injury he incurred while playing rugby, or so he told everyone.
Raising one eyebrow, Jade lifted her eyes from the phone in her hands to look both boys in the face for a long second before returning her attention to the little screen. She hoped the message was clear: Go away, I’m not interested.
Except the boys didn’t see it that way. The brush off only served to irritate them, bruising their tender egos even more. Their facial expressions showed this, even as Johnny reached out and put a hand on her arm, “Maybe you didn’t hear us. We said ‘Hi’ to you.”
A hundred options flashed through Jade’s mind as her senses jumped to high alert. While she was perfectly capable of dealing with the two brash, cocksure young men, it wouldn’t be in her best interests to do so. Immortals and Humans don’t mix. The only reason she attended school at all was to keep up appearances of being human in a world overpopulated with them. Drawing attention to herself would not be a good idea.
It affronted her that the two boys thought it okay to touch her just because she didn’t give them the attention they wanted. Why couldn’t they just go away?
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