Fractured Soul (9 page)

“Then I am calling your—” she looked at the computer monitor—“uncle.”

“He’s at work right now.”

“Then we will interrupt him like you interrupted our class today. I feel sorry for you, Miss Reese.” She picked up the phone and dialed a number. “May I speak to a Mr. Jake Reese?”

Silence.

She kept her eyes on me, no doubt searching for any panic in my expression. I gave her nothing.

“Hello, Mr. Reese. My name is Ms. Haddy. I’m a PE instructor at Lucent Academy and”—a brief pause—”No, Llona is just fine. I’m calling to tell you of a most disturbing event that just took place.”

As she proceeded to give a very dramatic account of what had happened, I tried to imagine Jake’s reaction. I would be surprised if he was even listening.

Ms. Haddy paused. “Of course you can speak with her. She’s right here.” Smirking, she handed me the telephone.

I pressed the receiver to my ear. “Hi, Jake.”

At first I couldn’t hear anything, and then all of a sudden he burst into laughter. I tried to keep a serious face, nodding my head every so often so Ms. Haddy would think I was getting an earful.

“Jake,” I finally said, somewhat forcibly.

Through what sounded like choked-on tears of laughter, he said, “That has got to be the funniest thing I have ever heard. I can’t wait to tell Heidi.”

“Yes,” I said, keeping a straight face. His girlfriend would appreciate it just as much as he did. Those two were cut from the same cloth.

“Good for you for running faster than everyone else. I’m proud of you!”

“Is that all?”

“Um, keep up the good work? Oh and call me later so we can talk more. I miss you, Tink.”

My heart warmed at the mention of my nickname. He’d been calling me that ever since I was little and had an obsession with Tinkerbell. “Ditto. Tell Heidi hello.”

“You got it.”

I handed the phone back to Ms. Haddy.

“Thank you, Mr. Reese. Llona has . . .  hello? Hello? Are you there?” She pulled the phone away from her ear and looked at it. “He hung up.”

I stifled a laugh.

“No matter. I’m sure he gave you a good talking to.”

I nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”

“As for your punishment, for the next week during class you will copy the student manual. Is that clear?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“You must also apologize to the class for your disruptive behavior. And if you ever do something like that again, you will face a much more severe punishment.”

I assured her that copying the manual was severe enough.

*  *  *  *  *

After Ms. Haddy let me go, I headed to the dining room in search of May. I found her sitting with Kiera; they looked deep in conversation. Neither of them noticed me until I pulled up a chair and sat down next to them.

“Where’s my ten dollars?” I grinned and looked at Kiera. “Hi, Kiera.”

May pulled out her wallet and handed me two fives. “You earned it.”

“What made you do it?” Kiera asked me.

I took a bite from the sandwich in front of me. “I had to know I wasn’t the only one who thinks running like that is dumb. Besides, I knew they had it in them.”

“You think you changed any of those girls?” she asked. She leaned forward, elbows on table.

“What do you mean?”

“Look around. Those girls have already denied what they felt.”

I glanced around. Sure enough many of the girls were looking in my direction. And they weren’t friendly looks either. I set my sandwich down. “But why? I know they felt what I did.”

“Because then they would have to do something about it. Their lives are easy here. They’re protected; they have all that they want or need. If they go against what is being taught, then they will lose it all, and that terrifies them.”

“What makes you so different?” May asked Kiera.

“Like you,” she looked at me, “I haven’t spent much time here. My parents are divorced, and although my mother believes in the Auran way of life, my father helped me see a different point of view. He visits me every Sunday.”

“This school teaches some good, doesn’t it?” May asked.

“Of course. It’s just that the teachers are so out of touch with the real world. They want us to be all the same. It drives me insane.” Kiera swept her long brown hair to one shoulder.

“I know the feeling.” I stared down at the food in front of me. I had been so happy earlier when I thought something big had happened, but reality set in. Did I really think I could change things from one sixty-second run? “What do we do now?” I asked.

“Keep trying to change their minds. Look for opportunities for them to feel Light’s power.” She turned to May. “You’re the lucky one.”

“Why’s that?” May finished up the last of her hamburger.

“You’re a Fury. You don’t have to deal with all this stuff. Dr. Han pushes Furies hard.”

“That’s not necessarily a good thing. The other day he was yelling at me because I couldn’t snap my fingers to create fire. The other kids were laughing hysterically.”

“How far back does the history of Furies go?” I asked.

May thought. “Um, we haven’t gone too much into the history, but just flipping through a book I did see a section that talked about some war the Furies and Auras were in back in the 1700s.”

Kiera looked surprised. “Really?”

“How far back do your books go?” May asked.

I crumbled up my napkin. “It should go back for thousands of years, but the books mostly show only the history after 1939.” I stood up.

“That’s weird,” May said, joining me.

“Why do think that is?” Kiera asked.

“I don’t know yet, but I think it was deliberate. You guys want to discuss it sometime? Maybe after the dance this weekend?”

Kiera groaned. “The dance! My mom was supposed to send me a dress, but I still haven’t gotten it.”

“I have a bunch. I bet they’d fit you,” May said, and the two began making plans.

I let them walk in front of me. They didn’t seem as concerned as I was about the inconsistency. Maybe I was being paranoid. I sighed. At least there was the dance to take my mind off things.

But then I remembered.

At my last dance, my friend had been murdered.

“Are you ready?” I heard May say just outside my door. Beyond her voice were many others, all filled with excitement for the dance.

I looked in the mirror. My long hair was down and straight as always. I wish I could’ve worn it up, as it would’ve made the flattering neckline of May’s red dress more noticeable, but I didn’t dare risk my bite marks being seen. I did, however, slide a gold headband just past my forehead. It would have to do.

“I’m ready,” I said.

May opened the door and gasped. “That dress looks amazing on you! Consider it yours.”

I laughed. “Thanks, but I’m sure it looks better on you. Is that outfit new?” May was wearing a tea-length, black lacy dress.

“It is. My mom sent it to me just for this occasion.”

“It’s beautiful. You’re going to break some hearts tonight.”

May looked in the mirror and smiled. “That’s the plan.” Her eyes met mine. “Are you going to be okay with Christian coming and all?”

I glanced away. “It will be hard, but I have to keep my distance.” The moment I found out Guardians were going to be at the dance, I felt sick. Christian and I had shared a very special moment dancing, and I didn’t want to be reminded of how great we really were together.

“You mean you can’t be together while you’re at Lucent, right?”

I shrugged.

May came to me and placed her hand on my arm. “I know what Sophie said really scared you, but that doesn’t mean you two are going to share the same fate as your parents. You guys are different.”

No
, I’m
different
, I thought.

“Why do you look so sad?” May asked.

“Sometimes I wonder is all.” I walked to the door and forced a smile. “Come on. Let’s go rock some guys’ worlds. After you.” I motioned my arm forward.

Getting downstairs proved harder than I anticipated. The halls were packed with girls, all laughing, fixing hair, and admiring dresses. From the conversations I was hearing, it had been almost a year since their last dance.

“What do you know about these boys?” I asked, leaning into May to avoid a chatty group of girls clogging the hallway.

“They are from a super rich private school in New York City. The school’s known for spitting out high-profile lawyers, doctors, and politicians.” May glanced around to see if anyone was listening while we walked into the elevator. “I even heard some of the girls say they hope to find their future husbands from this group. Crazy, right?” She pushed the button going down.

I leaned against the elevator railing, nodding. “Do you think these guys know who we really are?”

“According to Valerie, there’s a long-time rumor at their school of what we are, but none of them know whether or not to believe it.”

I thought about this all the way to the bottom. When the doors opened, I stopped just outside the elevator. The lobby was packed with teenage boys, but some looked older—early twenties, maybe. They were all dressed in suits, clean shaven, with hair combed back. And by their expressions, they were just as happy to be here as the girls.

“Let’s go into the dining room,” May said, pulling me along, weaving in and out of girls and boys, all of whom were preening and strutting around like prized dogs at a dog show.

Both May and I gasped at the sight of the dining room, which had been transformed into a ballroom. The chandeliers were lit by what looked like real fire, but I didn’t know how that was possible. On the outer parts of the room, long, silk-looking white curtains layered into each other and fell from the ceiling, making the room feel like we were in the clouds. The room smelled like lilacs, but even stronger was the smell of cider and pastries against the wall.

In front of the room, on the slightly raised platform where Sophie usually spoke from, an orchestra played classical music. I didn’t recognize the tune, but it sounded like Bach.

May scooted me to the side of the doorway so students could get by us. “This is so beautiful! I’m shocked,” she said.

“Who knew?” I agreed.

Within minutes the dining room was packed. Several students had already begun dancing, and by the looks of it, the Auras and the private school boys were well trained in the art. “You know how to dance?” I asked May.

She shook her head. “But I’m more than willing to learn. See those guys over there?” May pointed to two boys not far from us.

“The ones with the blond hair?” I asked.

She nodded. “I’m going to ask them to teach us to dance.” May grabbed my arm. “And you’re coming with me.”

“Wait, no!” I said, but it was useless. She was pulling me forward with a death-like grip.

“You are going to have fun tonight if it kills me,” May said over her shoulder. She stopped in front of the boys. “Hey, guys. Are you two having fun?”

The blond one with green eyes said, “We might be soon. What’re your names?” He looked us up and down, along with his friend who was blonder, but with brown eyes.

“I’m May and this is Llona. And you guys are?”

Brown eyes said, “I’m Tyler. And this is Corey.”

May smiled. “Nice to meet you boys, but you see, we,” she motioned at me and her, “have a problem.”

“Oh yeah?” Corey said. “What’s that?”

It was about this time that I noticed a steady line of about twelve guys come through the door, also dressed in black tuxedos. But they carried themselves differently from the private school boys. They were stiffer, more alert. And then I saw Christian.

May tugged on me to get me to face forward, toward Tyler and Corey. “We can’t dance,” she said, “and we were hoping you could teach us how.”

Tyler bowed and extended his hand toward me. “We’d be honored.”

I glanced over again toward the doors. The Guardians had spread out and positioned themselves around the room. They looked like club bouncers, with their hands clasped together and their stern expressions.

“Go ahead, Llona,” May encouraged.

I turned back to Tyler and took his hand. He guided me onto the dance floor, glancing back at me several times to make sure I didn’t get tangled into other dancers.

Halfway there I felt Christian’s eyes on me.
Don’t look over
, I told myself.
Stare straight ahead
. Maybe Christian would get angry at me for dancing with someone else. That would sure make things easy if he was the one who ended our relationship. But as Tyler placed his hand around my waist, I knew that would never happen. I’d have to really mess things up to make him do that.

“Do you really not know how to dance,” Tyler asked, “or was your friend just saying that?”

I glanced over at May not far away with Corey. She was moving with him as if she’d invented ballroom dancing. “Apparently
she
was just saying that, but I honestly can’t dance.” I made a mental note to scold May later.

“It’s easy,” Tyler said. “I hold your hand like this,” he raised his left hand, which was holding mine, “and then you put your left hand on my shoulder and rest your arm on mine. Easy, right?”

“Sure, but what about my feet?”

“Just follow me,” he said and grinned. He pressed me to his chest and practically lifted me as he spun me around the room. The way he was doing it made dancing easy. It almost felt like I was floating.

“So, where are you from?” he asked.

“I moved here from Utah not long ago.”

“Utah, huh? I’ve been skiing there. I loved it. You ever been?”

I laughed. “I tried once. My little car wouldn’t make it up the mountain, and I had to go back.” Just then—it was an accident, I swear it was—my eyes met Christian’s. He gave a tight smile and nodded formally, making me lose my balance, and I stumbled.

Tyler’s grip tightened. “You okay?

I nodded. “Klutzy, I guess.” I turned my head the other direction, away from Christian.

Tyler and I continued to talk. He seemed like a normal guy with high ambitions. Already he was interning at the mayor’s office in New York City. Under any other circumstance I might’ve been interested in him, but all I could think about was Christian, despite my best efforts not to.