Chapter 2 Gretch

I sat down quietly in the seat next to the boy's. He had his head slumped down, in a tangled silver-y blond mess and his eyes closed. I almost grinned at the fact he was tapping his toe with no music playing. But I didn't. I don't grin at all anymore. Not since the nightmares.


"What are you here for?"


I swivel my head around to see the boy. Now hair pushed out of face to see his--stunningly, wow-ingly even--green eyes. "Wha-what?"


He smiled a slow... smirk. Like he was mocking me before I had said more than 1 and a half words. Oh wait.



I try to correct myself. "My school consular said this would be good for me and my uuh, resume. Hanging with another person. You know. How many people are in the program anyway?"



He rolled his eyes, like I was slow. He was starting to annoy me but who was I to say anything. I was no one to say anything. See Dad. I DO pick up on these things. "Like, 2. Me and you," My eyes must have grown wide and he laughed, "God, you should see your face. Naww there are a lot of people. But we are getting paired up with just one other and have to go threw like.. trust counseling or whatever. Not like I care."



Well. I guess I don't have to Wonder why he is in this program. I'm here for my resume. That's it. The consular told me to come here for my college resume.



"Oh. Yeah." I say remembering that I was in the middle of the half conversation. You know him talking me rambling and mumbling. Maybe I should be in an speech class for good credit on the college stuff. "So are we ever meeting in like a group or something?"

Another dark laugh from the light boy beside me. "Suuure. I bet there gonna love a good little school girl like you. Bet you'll like them too. Well maybe Marissa." He flipped some long hair out of his face and turned his head slowly to face me. "But of course. She likes squirrels."

I gulped in a little bit and try to make in unnoticeable. He noticed. "Oh, don't worry. I'm probably the worst when you get down to, you know," he bends close to me and turns the greens eyes on to my brown ones, "Fallowing up on my threats."