Not As It Seems
Author's note: I started to write this piece a couple years ago before putting it aside. I found it a couple... Show full author's note »
Double HookChapter 7:
Lilly blinks her eyes open wearily as cold, wet slobber hits her nose, and finds herself face to face with Cocoa . Smiling she ruffles his fur as she gets out of bed, walking to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, she tries to tame her hair, brushing roughly through her thick waves. Pushing her hair back quickly behind her ears, she starts to change before freezing when she sees the shower curtain twitch.
Setting down her clothes, she silently grabs the closest thing. Holding the weapon out in front of her, she sees the glint of her black hair dryer, but keeps her eyes locked on the shower. Walking forward wearily she pushes the curtain aside with her blow dryer, hand level; ready to face whatever is there.
With a sigh of relief she looks in the empty shower, setting the blow dryer on the counter.
I’m just being paranoid; there’s nothing there.
She tells herself, changing for before looking at the floor as she goes to walk out of the bathroom. Halfway down the hallway she hears her bedroom door slam shut. Heart pounding she digs her toes into the soft tan carpet of the hallway, trying to remain calm.
Finally building up the courage to push the door open, she silently walks in, setting her stuff on her desk next to the door way and flicking on the lights. Closing the door behind her she walks toward the other end of the room glancing around.
“You know, you’re not very good at being quiet,” says a small, laughing voice, startling her. She turns, ready to scream until her eyes meet the eerily silver blue ones that look at her, gleaming with humor.
Lucas laughs as Lilly’s mouth hangs open as she stares, confused. She watches as his small hands run over the things in her room as he takes it all in. Watching him so naturally walking through her room she finds herself entranced, not realizing that he started talking again.
“Hmm?” she asks, as he glances at her, expecting a response.
“I said that you would be a horrible spy,” he smiles, a small gap between his two small front teeth showing, and continues, “I would be good though, I even snuck away without you seeing when I accidently bumped into the shower curtain.”
Laughing she realizes he’s teasing her and she goes and sits on her bed, fascinated by the small boy that seems ageless, as he goes about doing different rolls and “spy tricks” as he calls them, laughing the entire time.
After about ten minutes she finds herself seated next to him on the floor, both silently playing with the carpet, before she says,
“Lucas, why are you here?” she asks, searching his eyes. She glares as he looks away staring once again the carpet. Telling herself to be patient she waits as he ponders what to say.
Finally he looks up, eyes glazed with unshed tears,
“We need your help,” he says grabbing her hand as one tears slips down his cheek.
She leans over, brushing it away, “Who does?” she asks gently.
“The Protectors,” he adds, “the whole city’s being watched, Marcai’s people are patrolling the border and the Counsel is” he stops, finally seeing her face.
She stares at him, not seeing the little boy she thought he was, but someone who is not only afraid, but determined, and that much determination in someone so small made her insides churn.
Sighing, he turns away and stands up and she hears him mutter,
“Dylan didn’t even tell you then, just didn’t want to have to do it did he,” he groans, not seeing Lilly’s eyes widen as she remembers the night before. Dylan, with his light hair and golden eyes that made her knees weak.
“You’ve met him?” Lucas asks, suddenly next to her. She gasps, not realizing she’d said her thoughts aloud before nodding.
He groans again, before walking towards the door. Regaining her composure, she says,
“Where are you going?”
“To get Dylan to explain to you exactly what’s going on like he should’ve done when you met,” He says before he smiles his little boy smile and is gone.
Lilly walks into school, still wondering if Lucas had really been there. Distracted by her thoughts, she is oblivious until she crashes into a tall figure. Eyes meeting where his shoulders are covered by a worn leather jacket, she looks up at Adam, ready for whatever crack he’s going to make about her absentmindedness.
Meeting his eyes, her words halt, choked in her throat as he regards her coldly before glancing behind him. Looking up at him she fights the urge to touch his face as his jaw works, obviously upset about whatever is behind her.
Glancing back she is met by Drew’s leer, his black-brown eyes gleaming in triumph as Adam helps her balance before stepping away, arms hung awkwardly at his sides.
“Hey,” Drew says, still grinning at the awkward scene.
I glare at him before turning back to Adam who shakes his head. Feeling tears sting her eyes she walks towards him holding them back and noting how he won’t meet her eyes.
I didn’t want to, Adam. Just say the words and I’m yours. She thinks but only gulps. Reaching out towards him she goes to hold his hand before he shrugs her off.
“I’m out of here,” he says, waiting for her to protest he finally meets her eyes which stay sad. Sensing her hesitation, but not the reason behind it he walks away, leaving Lilly with Drew.
Sighing, she turns around, hands placed on the hips of her dark ripped jeans. Holding her head high she walks to him before stopping just inches from his face.
“One kiss just wasn’t enough for you?” he teases, smiling and reaching to pull her towards him. Cheeks flushing in anger she smacks his hand away from her midsection.
“Don’t touch me,” she snaps, “it didn’t mean anything and I wish it never happened.”
He gives a cocky smile before trying again to drag her closer.
Suddenly furious, at Drew, at Dylan for not telling her anything, at Lucas for leaving so suddenly, and finally at Adam for not realizing she only wants him. All the emotions bottled up inside her come out as she punches Drew. Watching as her fist connects with his nose and as blood slowly starts to drip down his perfect lips and chin.
Screaming obscenities he goes to lunge at her before a rough hand pulls him back. Looking up Lilly sees the school’s janitor dragging Drew the other direction. They walk a minute before he looks back.
“You should come too Ms. James,” he says turning the corner towards the nurses office. Lilly stares for a moment before hurrying after him, surprising herself with a small smile.