The Saving Angels Series: Books 1-3 (10 page)

“No,” I lied. Truth was it had been throbbing for most of the day.

I could tell that Mark saw right through my lie. He glanced down the hall to make sure we were alone and then bent over to press his lips against the bump.

Once again, my breath caught in my lungs. I was sure I would never breathe again. His lips erased all the pain, and instead warmth spread throughout every vein in my body.

By the time I could breathe again, he was gone.

“Wow! That was intense. I could feel the heat radiating off the two of you.” Sam said, with laughter in her voice.

“Not to change the subject, but I have a question for you. Why did Matt call you
fridge
earlier?” I asked.

“Oh, it’s a joke all the guys have. When I first moved here, a lot of them asked me out. I of course turned them down, so to cover up their bruised egos, they started calling me
frigid
, which eventually led to
fridge
. They’re jerks. Even if I wasn’t taken, I wouldn’t give them the time of day,” Sam said with disgust.

I agreed with her. All these years I had thought going to a private school would be great, but when you were surrounded by a bunch of spoiled people, it leaves a lot to be desired.

The bell rang as Sam and I gathered up our trash and threw it in the receptacle. I knew the next fifty minutes would be tough. Everyone in the class would be watching Mark and me to see if we
ogled
each other. I’m sure it would make their year if we made a spectacle of ourselves.

Sam and I grabbed the same seats we sat in the day before. I pulled out my notebook and sat ready to take notes. I felt everyone’s eyes boring into me when Mark walked in the room. I kept my eyes firmly on the paper in front of me and thought of him as Mr. Russo.

He started right into the history lesson, and soon the scratching of pencils on paper could be heard throughout the room as all the students took notes on the day’s lesson. He had an engaging voice and everyone was soon listening to him with rapt attention as he lectured about Europe during the turn of the century. If he ever decided to pursue a career in education, he would make an excellent teacher; even the gossip hounds were silent as he grabbed their attention with his warm voice.

He walked up and down the aisles as he lectured, and each time he passed me, my breath would catch and my heart would race. His voice soothed me like none had ever done before. I could have listened to him talk forever. His voice seemed to hold the nourishment my body craved.

Before I knew it, the bell rang. I finally looked up and met his eyes. I could tell the class had been just as tough for him.

He gave me a half smile as I gathered up my belongings. As Sam and I passed him, once again I felt him press something in my hand.

I did not open my hand until I left his classroom, but when I did, I saw another note and a small wrapped chocolate. I smiled. I had mentioned my addiction to chocolate during our morning talk. I placed the chocolate carefully in my bag.

Sam looked at me with interest.

I shrugged my shoulders. “I think I’ll save it. It’s the first thing he’s ever given me,” I said, feeling slightly self conscious.

I opened the note as Sam and I walked down the hall. There were only six words on the paper.

I can’t wait to see you.

My palms grew sweaty. It was hard to believe that he liked me even though it was quite obvious just how ordinary I was. It would be one thing if I was as cute and bubbly as Sam. I felt a slight feeling of panic, wondering if he would change his mind.

The rest of the day passed quickly and I was pleased that I was at least able to concentrate more attentively on my afternoon classes than the day before. I would have hated to try to explain to my mom if my grades took a nosedive.

After the last bell rang, Sam and I both pulled out our cell phones to call our parents. I turned on my phone and saw that I had a voicemail from my mom. Hitting the button to retrieve the voicemail, I listened to the message.

“Hi, honey. I hope you don’t mind. I heard there’s an art seminar this afternoon in Aptos and I wanted to go check it out. I hate to abandon you two nights in a row. I promise we’ll catch up tomorrow night. Call me if you have any problems.”

Well, that worked out perfectly. No need to lie or find an alibi. I was free to meet Mark with no guilt. I felt giddy at my good fortune that we could spend the whole afternoon together.

“They said it was fine,” Sam said as she dialed another number. She stepped away and I discreetly turned away to give her a little privacy.

“Shawn says he will meet us at the park.”

“Great, let’s go,” I said in an impatient voice. I was ready to see Mark again. It had only been two hours, but I felt a small distinct ache from the separation.

We walked swiftly to the park.

Mark was already there sitting on the top of a picnic table under a big shady oak tree. It should be a sin to look as good as he did, I thought as I once again admired his physique.

He stood up as we approached.

“Hey Sam, how’s it going?”

“Oh you know, my best friends dating our teacher’s intern. I’m dating some guy I dreamt about my whole life and oh yeah, I share some kind of mystical connection with my friend and the intern,” Sam quipped in a dry voice.

Mark and I burst out laughing.

Put that way, the whole situation seemed like some crazy story you would read about in the Enquirer. Sam was right, in the last thirty six hours our lives had taken a drastic turn.

A few minutes later, Sam’s whole face lit up as she spotted someone walking toward us from the parking lot. She got up and practically bounced to his side, not bothering to even contain her enthusiasm. Sam gave him what I could only describe as a scorching kiss and then dragged him over to us.

“Krista, Mark, this is Shawn,” Sam said with shining eyes.

I reached out to shake his hand. The now familiar electricity flowed between our hands. I was expecting it, but it was obviously a shock for Shawn.

“Wow,” he said.

“Told you,” Sam said, laughing at his expression.

He was expecting it when he shook Mark’s hand, but it was clear that he was as confused as the rest of us over the bizarre situation.

For the next hour, we sat at the picnic table comparing stories. Shawn, like me, had been adopted at a young age. His adoptive parents split up five years ago, but he was fine about it. He felt his adoptive mom never wanted children and only went along with it to please his adoptive dad. “My adoptive dad was no gem,” was all he said when I tried to ask him about it.

Out of the four of us, Mark was the only one who had been raised by his biological parent. We had no idea why, if we were all tied together in some way, why the rest of us had been abandoned.

Sam then filled Mark in on her past. She appeared to be glossing over a lot of the details, but we saw through them and I reached over to pat her hand. I already knew from small tidbits Sam had given me that her childhood had sucked. Eventually we ran out of steam and our conversation trailed off. We sat in silence for awhile analyzing all the information we lacked.

“I’m going to go read my book for awhile,” Sam said. “I need a break from all this seriousness.” She and Shawn got up and walked toward the jungle gym and climbed to the top.

Mark and I sat in silence. With Sam and Shawn gone I suddenly felt self-conscious. What if I couldn’t think of anything intelligent to talk about? Sure, I had a high IQ, but I was way out of his league when it came to schooling, he was light years ahead of me. I studied the leaves that had fallen from the red oak trees that were scattered throughout the park. During all my research of California, I had seen that in parts of northern California, the trees grew so big and wide you could drive a car through them. My silent pondering was interrupted when Mark finally broke the silence.

“Do you want to take a walk around the park?” he asked. “It’s bigger than it looks. There’s a trail that wraps around back there, behind all the trees.”

“Sure,” I answered. He could have suggested walking to Florida, and I would have gladly followed him.

We set off following the trail. Mark reached over and grabbed my school bag with one hand, and my hand with the other. We walked in silence for a few minutes.

“Was my note too much?”

I stopped walking and turned to look at him.

“No, it all just seems to be happening so fast. I’m not sure what I feel, but I do know that I want to be with you all the time.”

Relief covered his face. “I was afraid I was rushing you,” he said as he pulled me into his arms.

Looking around, I could see that we were in the shadows of the trees and that it was hard to see more than a few feet in front of us. I could see that Mark was also aware of it. He pulled back slightly and cupped my face in his hands.

This was the moment I had been waiting for since I first laid eyes on him yesterday. That’s not true, this was the moment I had been waiting for my whole life.

“So, you like to read?” He asked pulling away. I flushed when I realized he was standing a few paces away from me. I must have read the signals wrong; this is what I got for never hanging out with other people. I didn’t even know when some guy was about to kiss me or not.
What a dork
, I thought, hoping he had missed the fawning look I was sure must have been on my face.

Swallowing the disappointment that was welled up in my throat, I tried to focus on the question he had asked me.

“Yeah, I love to read,” I said, trying to inject some enthusiasm into my voice.

I found out that he liked to read as much as I did.

“Favorite book?”
Mark asked.

“Easy, the sixth Harry Potter book.”

“Really?
More than the last Harry Potter book?”

“Definitely, the sixth book was the most interesting.”

“How about you, what’s your favorite book?”

“Well, like you, I like the Potter series, but I still like some of the classics like the
Outsiders or Where the Red Fern Grows
. ”

“Those books were banned from my house after I read them the first time,” I said with a smile.

“Why?” Mark asked surprised.

“Because, I cried buckets after I read them, and walked around gloomy for weeks. After that, my dad would look at all my books before I read them to make sure no one died in them.”

“How did you slide the Harry Potter books by him?”

“Well, those didn’t turn sad until the last few. He screened the first couple, but after that he gave me free reign on them.”

“Favorite food?” he asked, changing gears.

“Easy, chocolate,” I said with a smile.

“Not favorite sweet, favorite substantial food?”

I laughed. “Chocolate is substantial.”

Mark smiled also. “Okay favorite food after chocolate?’

“Hamburgers and fries,” I said without hesitation.

“Junk food junkie, we’re a match made in heaven.”

“What’s your favorite food?”

“Well, I like burgers and fries too, but I’m actually a pizza man. I love every kind of pizza imaginable. There’s a great pizza place downtown that I’ll take you to sometime.”

I felt my pulse speed up at the thought of going out with him. Sure I was with him now, but the thought of actually going out on a date was exhilarating.

We continued to toss questions back and forth as the path weaved between the trees.

I found out that we both preferred cats over dogs, we liked the same comedies, and we both loved bike riding. He was the easiest person to talk to and we continued to talk as we looped the trail a second time. This time when we reached the shadows of the trees, I did not stop walking. It was obvious that he didn’t want to kiss me. Maybe he was afraid he would be disappointed if he did, or maybe he was waiting for me to make the first move, I just couldn’t tell. Though we didn’t kiss, the conversation between us flowed easily, and we soon discovered that the connection shared between us during our dreams was even more prevalent in reality.

The next few days passed in a blur. It was a novel thing to suddenly have three people to talk to that I felt so at ease with. My friendship with Sam was blooming, and my mom was amazed at how close we had become.

“You guys act like you’ve known each other your whole lives,” she commented on Friday morning while we ate breakfast.

“She’s just easy to talk to and we have so many things in common,” I replied.

“Have you told her about your dreams?”She asked surprised.

“Um...” I was hoping she wouldn’t ask that question.

The four of us had decided that we were going to keep our dreams between us. The idea that we had the same dreams seemed crazy enough to us, surely anyone else would think we were loony. None of us had any desire to wind up in a padded room.

“No,” I mumbled, finally answering her question.