The Sound of Shooting Stars (2 page)

She clops down the wooden steps from the apartment and through a heavy metal door out into the bright sunshine. I follow her down, knowing she won’t say anything until we are in the cool shelter of the car. When I slam the door closed on her silver Toyota Camry she sighs, “Jamie, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know he was physically abusive.”

She frowns, picking up a manila folder that I know is my file as I sit staring out the front window.

“You’ve been there for six months, how many times has this happened?”

I watch the cars fly by on the busy street in the ninety degree heat but keep my lips in a tight line.

“Jamie, you have to tell me. If he’s hit you before, it could cost me my job for not pulling you out sooner.”

I turn to look at her, my eyes unwavering and tell her calmly, “This is the first time.”

She breathes heavily, setting the file down and puts the car into drive. On to bigger and better things, for everyone, except me. School has just started; I have to make it through this year, probably at a new school now. May marks eighteen for me and then I’m done. Somehow I have to get through it.

Chapter Two

Beckett Chase

Casiopeia – The Queen

Casiopeia boasted that she was more beautiful than the Nereids. They were enraged by Cassiopeia’s comments and appealed to Poseidon to punish Cassiopeia for her boastfulness. Poseidon was married to one of the nymphs, Amphitrite. The sea god obliged and sent Cetus, a sea monster

~*~

“But Beckett, you promised you would stay away and let me talk to him.” Trina pleads.

What the hell is her deal? I can’t help it that I’m more desirable than she is. Nick Parsons would rather have
this
than that, who could blame him? Yes, she’s tall and exotic looking with her Mexican heritage but I’m sandy haired and blue eyed, Florida girl all the way.

I put on my best smile and tell her sweetly, lowering my voice as if whispering a secret, “Truthfully, he wasn’t very good. Think of it as me doing you a favor, Trin.”

Her eyes widen and she glares at me before huffing off down the hall in her two inch wedges. I frown at her reaction. Maybe I’m losing my touch. Usually my girls wouldn’t be mad at me for something so petty. I turn back to my locker trying to shove my irritation at her away.

Dani walks up and leans against the locker beside mine. She looks down her perfectly straight nose at me. She’s a full foot taller than me with jet black, shoulder length hair. Her skin is the opposite of Trina’s, paler, almost as white as the walls that surround us.

“Beckett, you know that you told her you’d stay away. Actually, I think your exact words were, ‘Nick Parsons is off limits for this girl’ and you followed it with encouragement for her to go for it.”

I squirm and shift from one heeled foot to the other. My hands move to my lock turning the dial to allow me access and avoid her chiding stare. Once it clicks open, I move my gaze to Dani’s waiting eyes.

A sigh escapes my lips. “I know. He just… what could I do? He came onto me and my hormones took over. It wasn’t even worth it. She just needs to get over it.”

“You know this isn’t the first time Beckett. It may be for Trina but you’ve done this before. Remember Jessica and Samantha?”

I look into my locker choosing to ignore her accusatory words. I reach in and pull out my history book. When I slam the locker closed, my eyes meet Dani’s again. The green in them seems to pierce through me. Yes, I’m feeling guilty and I shouldn’t. I push my hair back and grasp the book close against my chest.

“Okay, maybe I should have walked away. But it’s not like I’m going to date him or anything. Ewww! It was a one- time thing. She can go for it now.”

“You know she can’t now that you’ve slept with him, girl code, remember?”

I shrug and turn uncomfortably to go to my next class. Whatever, Trina will get over it. I really did do her a favor. His kisses are slobbery.

I slide into a desk close to the back of the class in the middle row. When I’m settled, I turn around to see Trina still stewing. She is staring down at her desk as if she can bore a hole into it with just her gaze. Her long brown hair is pushed back into a ponytail at the nape of her neck. She glances up and glares as she holds a pencil between her fingers tapping the desk harder than necessary.

“Trina, I’m sorry, okay? Really, I didn’t do it on purpose.”

She stares for a minute before a slow smile spreads across her face. Her slight accented voice whispers, “Was he really that bad?”

I nod my head giggling while pushing my hair back off my shoulder.

“It’s okay Beckett, I forgive you but just this once.”

Her nose pinches when she tells me, “You have to let me at least try Beckett.”

I turn in my seat as our teacher calls for attention.
Thank God that ordeal is over
. Trina has always been the sensitive one of our trio. I met Dani two years ago. She lives on the same street as me. We’ve practically spent every day together since we met. Trina joined us last year. She moved to Palm Beach when her parents died in a car accident. She had to adjust to living with her grandparents across the island. It was quite a feat for with her eccentric personality. She lives on the north end where the houses are closer together and a tiny bit smaller.

We made the ‘girl code’ last year when Dani and I liked the same boy. He ended up liking neither of us. But we felt it was important that we had rules to keep us together regardless of boys. If one of us hooks up with a guy, he’s off limits to the other two, no matter what. I’m glad for it most of the time but right now it annoys me. If she wants to go for it she should but I know she won’t. This in the end makes me feel like garbage. I hope she didn’t really like him.

 As soon as class is over, I walk with Trina back to my locker to find Dani waiting for us. She smiles acknowledging that Trina and I have made up.

The three of us walk to the cafeteria avoiding the lunch line, and head straight to a wide table already filled with football players and other girls scantily pushing the limits with the school uniform. One turns and glares at me as I find a spot between Jackson and Brett. I ignore her because in the grand scheme of things, she’s nothing. Brett turns his focus on me ignoring her suddenly. She gets up and stomps off. Dani chuckles as she sinks into the newly vacated spot, on the other side of Brett. Trina sits across from me and starts flirting with Brandon inching closer by the second. Maybe Brandon will save my face with Trina.

Brett whispers, ”Hey Beckett, when are we going to have that date?”

I bat my lashes at him, “You know I don’t date Brett. Besides we already went out.”

He scoots closer “I know but that was last year.” His long finger reaches out to twirl a piece of my hair. “I was hoping we could have a repeat date.”

I smile widely, “Ahhh, how about I think about it and let you know?” I pull the strand of hair from his fingers and turn to talk to Trina who is laughing at something Brandon said to her. Brett gets up muttering under his breath, “You are so frustrating.”

I shrug my shoulders and avert my attention to Jackson who watched the whole thing between Brett and me. His eyebrows rise as his hands raise in surrender, “Oh no Beckett Chase, don’t come barking up this tree. I have a girlfriend, remember?”

I sputter out, “Well, where is she then?” His blond hair falls down into his eye. I swiftly reach out to move it away and he flinches. Rachel Blake’s voice rings out, “Oh no, you didn’t.”

Jackson cringes and glares while he gets up trying to smooth things over with his angry girlfriend.

I look over to Dani and smile. Her amusement is apparent but she warns, “Beckett, one of these days…”

She leaves her sentence unfinished.

I finish for her, “One of these days, I’ll meet my match right? Fat chance, that’ll happen.”

“Actually, I was going to say, one of these days you’re going to burn someone really bad and it won’t end well.”

I shake my head at her implication. I’ve gotten this far and it’s my last year of high school. I have every intention on having the best year possible. If that means angering girlfriends in the process, so be it. They’ll get over it.

The rest of the day breezes by with the usual glares from girls and flirting with their boyfriends that carry me through my days.

As the bell rings to signal another day over, I leave my books in my locker and head to my black BMW in the front row of the lot. Brett is leaning against it. His broad frame makes my car look tiny. I smile inwardly enjoying this game of playing hard to get. He is clothed in the usual khaki pants and light blue chambray shirt. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows showcasing his muscular arms. His brown hair is spiked haphazardly and his angular face is serious as I approach him. Wide brown eyes question me but I ignore them and walk straight to the driver’s side door holding tighter to my Louis Vuitton shoulder bag.

As I reach for the handle, his hand darts out and grabs mine. He raises it to his lips gently grazing my knuckles. When he lowers it he looks into my eyes, the deep brown penetrating mine. I pull my hand back as a smile spreads over my lips.

“Beckett, why do you do this?”

I implore innocently, “Do what Brett?”

“You know exactly what. You’re playing hard to get. It gets old after a while.”

Suddenly I’m bored with this. My voice turns firm, “Brett, I think maybe you are reading too much into things. I thought I made myself clear at lunch. We had fun and it’s over. I’m not looking for anything more.”

His arms cross as he leans forward to his full height which is a foot and a half above mine. He shakes his head and walks in the direction of the football field. It’s cute that he risked being late for football practice to try and convince me of his intentions but I’m not interested.

My phone brings me out of my thoughts. A text lights up the screen. I glance down to see Marla’s name.

Beckett, please come straight home today. We need to talk. - Mom

Great. What’s new?
I climb into my sweet little baby and start her up. I drive out of the lot and notice that Brett is still staring at me from the entrance to the gym. What is his deal?

Chapter Three

Jamie Grey

Puppis –The Stern of the Argo Navis

Puppis is part of the Argo Navis which Jason and the Argonauts sailed to capture the golden fleece.

~*~

After the incident with the Stones, Michelle dropped me off at a temporary home. Thankfully that allowed me to go to the same school where I started the year. Unfortunately, she doesn’t know if it will remain that way. The year I had to go back into the system from Sam’s house, I realized that things could change in the blink of an eye. I worried every time I went to a new home whether I’d be with the same friends or even in the same school. Now, I could care less. One more year is all there is left. Then I will be able to live on my own, legally.

I’m closed up in a sky blue room complete with cars and planes plastered all over the walls. My current residence is only two miles from the Stone’s in Lake Worth. I feel bad that the family had to make room for me in this tiny apartment but Michelle assures me that it is definitely a temporary placement. I finish my homework and glance at the clock, 10:00. I reach and turn out the light putting my ear buds in to block out any noise. I’ve found that sleeping with my music helps to calm my nerves from the constant change. I lay back and close my eyes, letting the music flow.

“Jamie, Jamie, wake up.”

I open my eyes at the gentle touch on my arm. A Cuban woman stares down into my face waiting for me to fully wake up. I pull the buds out of my ears and give her a slight smile to assure her that I’m aware of the time. She turns, closing the door on her way out. I take my time in the shower and getting dressed. When it’s time to leave, I open the door to the woman and her husband with three small kids situated around a small table. The mother looks up with sympathy in her eyes. She hesitates, “Do you want breakfast?”