Dominion (Guardian Angels) - By Melody Manful Page 0,40
out into the hall.
“Abby.” I couldn’t explain what came over me, but I ran out the door after her. “Abby, wait!” I shouted. “Stop!” With a little magic, I caught up with her. “Stop,” I said again, taking her hand and stopping her in the middle of the hallway.
“Why? So you can call me stupid and…” She tried to hold back her tears. “I came to ask you if you wanted to go to the dance with me, but now I know your answer.” She freed herself from my grasp.
I hated hearing the pain in her voice, hated the way I felt seeing her sad. Really? Now? Couldn’t she have asked me sooner? Wait, wasn’t I the one who was supposed to ask her? Was this a human trick or something? Was this one of those female things? Was I having a female problem now?
“I didn’t…I wasn’t…” I didn’t know what to say, and seeing anger and sadness in Abby’s beautiful eyes was…I just used the word beautiful—again. I was seriously sick! “Tristan is just so annoying, and…” My voice trailed off. Why was I stressing myself over this?
“Joke’s on me, huh? This past week has been…I thought there was…” Tears streamed down her cheeks now. “Forget it.” She wiped at her tears and then turned around and walked away from me.
I made Abigail cry. I should be happy, but all I felt was—what was it that I was feeling? I didn’t know because it was a new feeling.
Seeing Abigail walk away and knowing how I made her feel made me angry—so angry that before I knew what I was doing, I punched the locker beside me. Not only that locker, but also all the other lockers in the hall exploded. The hallway filled with flying pages of books, broken locker doors, pens and pencils, pictures, and other items.
Abigail turned around and gaped at me. Her face filled with shock as her eyes traveled over the mess and then back to me. How was I going to explain that?
“How—how did you—” Abigail stuttered.
I didn’t blame her. I wasn’t even sure what I was supposed to say or why I had allowed myself to be so careless. Abigail stood still, frozen in place by her shock. Papers floated to the floor.
“Abigail, I didn’t…”
Abigail backed away and fearfully whispered, “It’s you. You’re the Gideon from my nightmare.”
And then she ran.
I didn’t understand why she was scared. I was about to follow her when the school principal walked into the hallway.
“What happened here?” he asked.
I didn’t have time for him. I started thinking of how to get rid of him, but Valoel already had my hand.
“Just play along,” she ordered. “You just ruined his school. You don’t have to kill him, too.” Where the hell did she come from?
I wanted to ask, but I didn’t want to hear her talk. My mind was filled with thoughts of Abigail.
“I don’t know, I…”
The principal walked over to me. “Are you all right?” he asked me.
I nodded, and then he told me to follow him to the nurse. He left the moment he dropped me off at the nurse’s office, and since Valoel was breathing down my neck and telling me to act normal, I had to stay and have the school nurse check me out.
I sat in the nurse’s office, angry at myself for what I said about Abigail. I shouldn’t have let what’s-his-face get to me. And now, I had hurt Abigail.
“You almost exposed us! What’s going on?” Valoel asked the moment I stepped out of the nurse’s office.
I didn’t have time for her. “I need to see Abigail.” I snapped my fingers and found myself inside Abigail’s bedroom.
Abigail stood in front of a mirror inside her walk-in closet. She held a gun in her hand, but that wasn’t what caught my attention. She wore a skintight leather jumpsuit, with a belt buckle and gun holsters. Her reflection looked sad and distant.
Where the hell was she going? I looked around for Tristan, but for some reason, he wasn’t there.
“You look dangerous.” The moment I said this, Abigail whipped around, startled.
The second her eyes met mine, she pointed her gun at me.
“Gideon, what are you doing here?” Her voice was shaky, and the hand holding the gun trembled.
“Abigail.” I stepped toward her, and she took a step back.
“What do you want?” I hated hearing the fear in her voice. “Did you come to ask for a ride so you can kill me?”