Ooh, I just got this from
Jeanette the next instalment. Jeanette, if you didn't know, loves the Guardian Legacy series and is a big time fan of Sykes, the blonde, charming, oh-so-naughty Guardian with abilities to manipulate energy. The Fanfic is written from Sykes POV.
Anyhew, here it is (you're an amazingly gifted writer Jeanette):
FIRST TOUCH
It had been two days since I last talked
to Jeannette. Two days since she looked at me with disappointment in her
eyes. I couldn’t figure out why it
bothered me so much. Or why I’ve been
avoiding her. And yet I knew where she
was every minute of the day. What is wrong with me?! Remy even noticed I was distracted when I
almost set the chair on fire while I was playing with a plasma ball. I know she saw me staring at her in the
cafeteria. She must think I really am a
stalker. There’d be no doubt in her mind
if she knew I flashed over to her house last night just to see if her bedroom
light was on. Again…what the hell is
wrong with me?! I have NEVER noticed a girl’s finger polish
before so how is it that I know she painted hers hot pink with some kind of
glitter on top. They look like they’re
sugar coated and I’d love to see if they’re as sweet too. Holy crap!
I have got to get a grip.
“Sykes!”
“What dude? Geez, Rem you don’t
have to yell at me.”
“I’ve been trying to talk to you for
three minutes. I guess I could have
shaken the floor under you. I’ll do that
instead next time. So what gives? You’ve been zoned out the last couple of
days.”
Sighing I just shook my head. “It’s that new chick, Jeannette. There’s something about her.”
“Whoa, hold up. Did you just say you’re distracted by a
girl? A girl who’s name doesn’t start
with an L? A HUMAN girl?? I can’t wait
to hear this.”
“Shut up Remy! I’m serious.
I’m not sure she’s entirely human.
What else would explain that shock I got when our fingers touched? Or why I can’t stop thinking about her?”
“Um, well could it be partly because by
some miracle she’s immune to your “mojo” as you call it? Look, why don’t you try talking to her
again? Maybe it’ll help you figure out
why you’re acting like a space cadet too. “
I stared at him for a second. “Yah, I guess you’re right.”
“I’m always right, bro. Always.”
Rolling my eyes, “I think you’ve
mistaken right for cocky.”
The next morning I waited outside by the
fence I know she and her brother walk by on their way to school. I could hear them laughing as they rounded
the corner. She stopped for a second and
arched her eyebrow. He followed her gaze
and grinned. It’s like he knows
something I don’t.
“Hey sis, I’m gonna run on ahead. I’ve got a few questions I want to ask my
history teacher. I’ll, uh, see you after
school, k?”
She glares at him, “Fine, see ya.”
He jogs passed me with a smirk. I notice it’s very much like hers. She just stands there watching me. I can see the distrust in her dark eyes.
“Ok, what’s the deal? I know you don’t walk to school. So, that means you’re here to talk to
me.”
“Well, aren’t you full of yourself? It’s entirely possible I’m doing my
neighborhood watch shift.” I see her try
to fight a small smile.
“I doubt anyone would put you on
neighborhood watch duty any more than they would make you a hall monitor.” She still hasn’t taken a step toward me.
“So, can I walk with you the rest of the
way?” She looks at me puzzled. “I promise I’ll keep my B.S. to a minimum.”
“Yah, I wouldn’t want you to cause me to
reach my limit before school starts.” I
sigh with relief. She starts to walk and
I fall in step with her.
“So, how’re things?”
She glances at me and I can feel the
tension causing her to hesitate. “About
the same I guess. Like my mom says,
“Same crap, different day”. I haven’t
damaged anymore school property if that’s what you’re worried about.”
The fall breeze starts to pick up and I
see her shiver. “Here, take my
hoodie.”
She stops and looks at me. “Why?”
The way she says it with that slow drawl
full accusation tugs at something inside of me.
Something I’ll have to examine later.
I ignore the question as I take her back pack from her shoulder and hold
the hoodie out for her to take. Much to
my surprise she takes it and for some reason it makes me want to fist pump the
air. The royal blue color sets off her
chocolate hair and creamy skin. My
breath catches. After she puts on the
hoodie and pushes the too long sleeves up I hand over her back pack and we continue
on. I can’t remember the last time I
walked this slowly on purpose.
“I’m really sorry about the other
day. I didn’t mean to be such a
jerk. And I really didn’t want to make
your day worse.”
She keeps walking but I can see her
shoulders relax. “Um, thanks. I get the feeling you don’t apologize for
much so I’ll let you off the hook…this time.”
Chuckling and in my best southern accent
I tell her, “Why thank ya, ma’am.”
She rolls hers and laughs. There goes that tugging sensation. I notice we’re getting closer to school and
I’m still no closer to figuring her out. “Hey, do you want to get pizza with me
sometime. Or something else if you don’t
like pizza.”
She stops suddenly. “A couple of days ago you accused me of not
being human and now you want me to go get pizza with you? I’m not sure what you’re up to, but I have my
plate full. I don’t need to be the butt
of any practical jokes. Or charity
social calls for that matter.”
I hold my hands up in the universal
signs of surrender. “Hey, hey, hey. I promise I’m not up to anything. I just thought it would be nice for you to
have a real friend, ok? “
She glares at me as she looks for any
sign of insincerity. She must not find
any as she starts walking again she says “Ok.
I guess I can get pizza with you sometime. Can my brother come?”
I can easily sense the test she’s just
laid out. “Yah, sure. The more the merrier.” She smirks.
I grin at her. “Well, how about
Friday night? There’s no football game
or school stuff going on.”
She looks over at me and smiles. It’s a smile that makes me feel like I’ve just
been busted for something. “Ok. I’ll have to check with my mom, but I think
it should be fine.”
The warning bell rings as we walk up the
front steps of the school.
“Great!
I’ll talk to you later. And hey,
keep my hoodie for a while. It looks hot
on you.” I take the last few steps in
one bound as I laugh at the daggers she shoots at me with her eyes. I have a feeling it’s going to be pretty
entertaining figuring out what sassy, Ms. Jeannette is all about. I sure as hell need to get a grip on whatever
it is tugging at my insides, too.
