Monday, October 8, 2012
Genre: Y/A Edgy Contemporary
Title: The Blinded Gardener
One moment I’m my Dad’s personal punching bag, and the next, well, I’m a pawn in his maniacal master plan. That is, until Danny entered the picture and discovered my secret.
Dad forced me to move across the country, and once again, I found myself at a new school, the third in two years. It sucked having a dad in the military.
The warning bell rang for first period. The halls cleared with the slamming of doors. As I wandered about searching for my classroom, I heard someone approach me from behind. Long bangs fell over his eyes as he loped past me with a kind of natural ease.
Didn’t he see me standing here, screwing around with this frickin’ map?
“Hey, dude. Could you tell me how to get to room 305?”
A slight curl formed on his lips as he faced me. He tossed his head. Platinum fringe shifted to the side and revealed freakish blue eyes that glanced toward me, unfocused.
Holy shit! Is he blind? More like stoned.
“I’m heading that way.” His deep voice held a trace of a southern accent.
I envied his height: well over six feet and me just an average dude.
“You better move. Connors loses it when you’re late.”
I rushed to catch up to him. His hand overshot the dented metal banister. On the second swipe, he made contact and climbed the stairs.
“What’s your name?” he asked.
He never looked back, not even when he spoke.
His shoulder bumped the wall turning the corner. “Damn!” Rubbing it, he coasted down the hall and stopped midway. “Here you are.” A glint of blue shot at me from under his bangs. “By the way, I’m Danny,” he said, low. He did an about face and was gone.
I shook my head and wondered, what’s his deal?
As I entered the classroom, Mr. Connors glared at me. “You’re late. Take your seat now.” In the next breath he continued with the lesson.
Eyes darted from all directions as I made my way toward the back of the classroom. I dropped into the only vacant seat and fumbled through my backpack, searching for my social studies book.
The girl next to me checked out my every move.
Not bad. Redheads really know how to getta dude off.
She caught my eye and smiled. After flexing, my pecs and abs strained under the muscle tee that clung to me.
Thick black lashes fluttered as her hazel eyes widened, and the blush in her cheeks matched the freckles on her nose.
Mr. Connors cleared his throat, bore his eagle eyes right into me, and droned on about the domestic issues and conflicts of the Federalist period. I picked up my notebook and tried to comprehend his jabber. Not at all interested in anything he had to say, my eyes wandered, sizing up the kids in class.
I didn’t need to search long to see the usual cliques. Two jocks, clueless in the first row, looked more confused and bored than me. Next to them, a couple of cheerleaders licked their bubblegum pink lip gloss, trying to capture Team Beaufort’s attention.
Glancing to my left, a pig-tailed chick in specs scribbled non-stop, keeping up with the three nerds in crisp, white button down shirts surrounding her. Behind them a group of tough, tattooed, and pierced guys, wearing leather vests and torn jeans shifted in desks far to small for their bulk.
About half the students were black or hispanic. A lot more than in my last school. Not one Asian kid. That surprised me.
Connors’ jagged pacing captured my attention. I listened to a few words before peering out the window. The bright blue sky reminded me of Danny’s unfocused eyes.
After another half-an-hour of mindless drivel, the bell rang. The smoldering redhead asked about my next class. She licked her lips and waited for me to answer. I shuffled through my notebook and found the schedule.
“English with Hartnett in room 223,” I mumbled, snapped the notebook shut, and stuffed it into my backpack.
“Oh, I’m in that class, too.” She stood and ran her hand through her hair, pushing it behind her ear.
Locking her eyes on mine, she said, “Are you coming?”
You love bad boys, don’t you Red? I’ll give you what you want. You’re not the first.
“Yeah, I’ll be there in a minute.”
She narrowed her eyes.
After flexing the guns, I picked up my backpack, adjusted my crotch, and took my sweet time before drifting over to her.
“I’m Tanya, by the way,” she said in a breathy voice.
As we made our way down the hall, I caught a glimpse of Danny and jerked my chin toward him.
“Do you know that dude?”
“What’s his story, anyway?”
Tanya paled and her eyes dulled. As she spoke, her voice quivered. “I really can’t talk about it. Let’s say he had it all and now —”
“Let’s go. We’ll be late.” She proceeded toward the staircase like a mouse trapped in a maze.
What the hell’s up with the people at this school?
At the sound of the bell, I peeled in the same direction as Tanya. She almost disappeared in the crush of bodies with only her fiery mane visible.
Shoving my way through the mass, snide remarks and “What the fuck” expressions shot back at me. I ignored them and focused only on Tanya’s hair. A few minutes later, I found room 223 and burst through the door with a loud bang. Necks snapped in my direction. Mr. Hartnett dropped the book from his hands and it crashed to the floor.
Spotting Tanya, I worked my way toward the back and sat in the seat she had saved for me.
“Sorry,” she whispered.
I rolled my eyes and glanced at the black and white cover of a book propped on top of the desk.
Flipping through it, I scoffed.
Hmmm. The Crucible, by Arthur Miller. What a joke. Like I’m gonna read this shit.
I slammed the book shut. Four or five people around me flinched.
“Is there some sort of problem?” Mr. Harnett asked with a shaky voice.
Man this guy is ancient. He’s way past retirement.
“Then I suggest you open your book and read the first chapter like your classmates.” He shuffled some papers on his desk and picked up what looked like a roster. “What’s your name young man?”
At first I ignored him. School was such a waste of time. I’m no scholar, films are all I care about. Not this crap.
A gentle hand touched my right arm. I shifted myself toward Tanya. She pleaded with her eyes.
“Fine,” I muttered and turned back around in my seat. “Aidan Forester,” I called out.
Tanya stroked my arm and I got an instant rise.
This chick’s hot for me. I can’t wait to hook up with her.
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