Thief: The Scarab Beetle Series: #1 (The Academy)

by Stone, C. L.

  Raven got inside, slamming the door. “Skatert'yu doroga.”

  “Good riddance is right,” Marc said. He jammed the keys into the slot and started the truck.

  I sat back against seat. My eyes were open and I was staring at the windshield, but I wasn’t really looking at anything. I was trying to contain the anger that now threatened to consume everything inside of me.

  I’d been gripping Raven’s thigh after he got in. As he settled, he snatched up my hand and squeezed. Then he opened up his arm and pulled me into him until I was leaning against his chest. He gripped at my shoulder, clutching me.

  I let him. And in a way, his strength allowed some of my anger to flow away. Marc drove and then glanced at us. His hand drifted out, and he gripped my knee.

  None of us said anything. We didn’t need to. We all knew.

  I’d never see Jack again.

  But what about Wil?

  The Academy

  The Ghost Bird Series

  Push and Shove

  Book Six

  Coming June 2014

  Written by C. L. Stone

  Published by

  Arcato Publishing

  FIGHT, FAINT, FIGHT

  The fight started with a shout further down the hallway. The words were slurred and the dialect was too different for me to understand, since this was South Carolina, and I was from Illinois. The shout was angry and threatening, which was enough for me to understand something was terribly wrong.

  Victor must have understood what was said, because instead of continuing to the staircase, he turned, scanning the crowd with his fire eyes lit up to a brilliant roar, aware and focused. I followed his gaze to a thicker part of the crowd that had stopped.

  Two boys punched each other. One of them had very red skin, like he had a terrible sunburn. I didn’t know their names, but recognized both of them. They hung out together in the courtyard. I had thought they were close friends. Now the red kid swung a fist at his friend’s face, and the other retaliated by slamming his book bag at him, full force.

  “Victor?” I asked, though my voice had disappeared amid the noise of the crowd.

  Victor squeezed my hand. He had a lean figure, slim in the hips. His brown wavy hair was swept back in a stylish way that suited him: an almost-famous pianist and local celebrity. His arching eyebrows capped his brown eyes, lit up with a fire from within and warming when he gazed at me. “Go to gym class, Sang,” he said.

  “Don’t get into a fight,” I said.

  “I’m just going to watch unless someone gets too hurt.” He leaned in and kissed my cheek quickly before anyone noticed. My heart warmed a little. “Let me do my job. Don’t stop until you get to class.”

  I nodded, wanting to stay with him, but knowing my interfering could make things worse. I distracted them enough from their Ashley Waters job, part of which meant school security. The fighting boys didn’t seem to be interested in anyone else, but I was glad Victor was going to watch over it. Victor was going to time to see when teachers and administrators reacted to this fight, monitor who started it, and turn in a report to Mr. Blackbourne.

  I left Victor to the fight, knowing he had his cell phone and could call in assistance if he needed it. I crossed my fingers he didn’t need to.

  Cell phones had become a problem for us lately. The boys had gotten a security update that they included me in on. We were to avoid using them if possible, and absolutely no Academy business, in code or otherwise, was to be conducted by phone. We had to appear as normal as possible. Normal was uninteresting to anyone who might be listening in.

  I weaved my way around gawking students and headed down the stairs. I tried to move quickly and not be noticed. I was having a hard time being invisible and not getting noticed lately. I didn’t think I was anything out of the ordinary. My hair had a slight wave, was dirty blond, a color that Gabriel often said was chameleon-like, as it changed depending on the lighting. I was a little short, which made things easier dodging around students. I did my best not to attract attention.

  My fingers hovered over the phone planted in my bra. Touching the cell phone made me feel like I wasn’t too far away from any of the boys. I waited for a chance to get through a narrow point in the hallway.

  A bony shoulder jabbed hard against mine, striking with enough force to knock me back. Unbalanced, I fell, landing in an ungraceful mess on the tile. My book bag slid off my shoulders, and the skirt I was wearing skidded up high on my hips.

  “Oh,” a female voice said. I glanced up, spotting a familiar pair of disapproving eyes and dark hair. “It’s you.” Her tone implying that she had been fully aware who she’d bumped into.

  “Jade.” Jay materialized next to her. He had a shaved head and a hulking figure. I remembered him being on the football team. He frowned at her. “Don’t be such an ass. It’s ugly.”

  “Excuse me,” Jade snapped at him. She glared, nearly baring her teeth. “I was trying to get to class. She stepped in my way.”

  “She’s Rocky’s girl.” Jay stooped, and without asking, he took my arm. His eyes were cold with distrust, but something lingered behind them. Respect? Loyalty? Responsibility?

  I let him pull me to my feet. My cheeks were on fire. I wanted to correct him about being with Rocky. I hadn’t seen either of them in a while. Rocky was handsome, but he was assertive and, to me, too assuming. And the last time I’d seen him, he’d had Jade in his lap. I thought they were together.

  Still, Jay was being nice, so I didn’t want to contradict him. “Thank you,” I said softly.

  Jay’s head tilted, quietly studying my face as if trying to determine if I was being sincere or not.

  “She’s not Rocky’s girl,” Jade uttered with a coolness. “She’s with Silas. Or that muscular guy with the red hair. Or that punk kid with the gay earrings.” She raked her fingernails through her hair, as if trying to make sure it wasn’t out of place. “Honestly, I can’t keep up with which one of those courtyard retards she’s dating.”

  “Two of which are on the team,” Jay said. He turned to her. “You’re a cheerleader. So stop talking shit about the team.”

  Jade’s eyes flashed at his face. If I ever thought someone could throw daggers with a look, she could do it. She squared her shoulders at me. “Just so you know, the football team’s Friday night party is at my house. I want to keep it a small party. Cheerleaders and football players only. No friends or girlfriends.” Her thick, ruby lips parted into a cold smile. “No offense.”

  I blinked at her, unsure of what she expected me to say. “Okay,” I said softly again. I broke my gaze with her, trying to appear unconcerned about the obvious rejection to something I hadn’t even known about.

  Only, I realized her decision meant North and Silas would be there alone. And North and Silas didn’t know my suspicions about Jade and how she might have spiked my water at the last party, the one North ended up drinking and had reacted so badly from.

  “It’s my house, too,” Jay said.

  “And it’s my party this weekend,” Jade snapped back. “My party, my rules. I only support the team, not their bitches.”

  Jade and Jay moved on up the stairs. They were siblings? I didn’t catch the family resemblance. Jay wasn’t exactly the warmest person I’d ever met, but Jade was most certainly one of the coldest. I couldn’t believe they were related.

  The bell rang, and I started jogging to get to the locker room. The lucky thing about having gym class was if I happened to be a few minutes late, no one noticed as long as I was dressed and ready when class started.

  “There you are,” Karen said. She sat on a bench between the lockers and was tying on her tennis shoes. Her brown pixie hair was a little messed up in the front. Karen’s eyes swept over me once. “You okay? Your skirt’s all messed up. Or is it a new fashion I don’t know about?”

  “There was...” I paused, still feeling rattled about Jade. I blushed. I didn’t often attract attention and I wasn’t sure what to do about
Jade. I never talked to her. I didn’t even try to. But she seemed determine to single me out. “Do you know a girl named Jade?” I asked.

  Karen’s soft brown eyes widened. “Don’t tell me she’s trying to talk you into joining the squad.”

  I shook my head. “No. She doesn’t really like me.”

  “She doesn’t like anyone who isn’t a cheerleader. I don’t think she likes most of the cheerleaders, either. And the feeling is pretty much mutual for everyone.”

  I took my gym clothes out, and out of a need to use the restroom and to get two things done at once, I dashed to the stalls on the other side of the locker room. When I was finished and returned to my locker to put my clothes away, Karen was still there, dressed and waiting.

  “How come you always go into a stall?” Karen asked.

  “I don’t always,” I said.

  “You do it before and after gym.”

  “I had to use the restroom,” I said, though now when I thought about it, perhaps I did use the stalls to change. “It’s a habit.”

  Karen shrugged and stood up. She was taller than me, and with her lean, athletic body, I thought she’d join a sports team, but she told me she was too busy for that sort of thing. She nudged at my shoulder. “Let’s go before we’re late.”

  At her touch, I clammed up. I don’t know what came over me. I hurried, as though doing as she told so we weren’t tardy. In reality, I just wanted to keep a distance from her for some reason. I wasn’t sure what it was, but I noticed it as the weeks into school progressed. While we did talk, we never became close. I often ran out of things to say and we spent time staring at other students in class and not talking at all. I had a rough time with making friends, but it was better with Karen who was sweet and friendly; this was about as close I’d ever gotten to a friendship with a girl.

  I tried to relax with her, but I clammed up every time. I internally sighed, wishing I could get over this shyness. I just needed to stop thinking about it so much.

  I followed Karen into the gym and to our spots on the floor to wait with everyone else. The gym at Ashley Waters High School felt surreal with the onslaught of rain tapping at the wide windows. The clouds were so dark, it felt like night even though it was still around two in the afternoon.

  I scanned the gym for Nathan and Gabriel. They were sitting and talking while other boys found their designated spots, and waited for instructions from the gym coaches. They wore matching black sport shorts and T-shirts that were the guys’ uniform.

  Gabriel’s gym T-shirt looked a little snug against his long, taut body and his angular collarbone stood out against his broad shoulders. The three black rings that aligned along the crest of his right ear contrasted with the red crystal studs, one in each lobe. His angled face turned to me, catching me staring at him. He waved and then ran his fingers through the blond front locks in his chin-length hair, mixing it with the russet brown in the back as if trying to make sure his hair was in place. The tips of his hair were starting to hang below his ears. He didn’t need to fix anything. The punk style seemed perfect for him.

  The movement of his hand drew Nathan’s attention and he waved, too. His reddish hair looked a little scraggly and stuck up in the back. He’d been complaining about it getting too long and wanted Gabriel to cut it for him. The locks reached around his ears and sometimes hung in front of his deep blue eyes. The sight was often stunning. And since it capped his statuesque figure, with his broad shoulders and acutely defined muscles, my breath caught often just looking at him.

  But then all of the Academy boys looked good to me.

  I yawned. I’d been tired all day. I would have been happy if we ended up being excused from any kind of activity for gym class. I’d put up a brave face for the guys today, but I was exhausted.

  I didn’t really have a reason for being tired. I’d slept the night before. I’d been busy with the guys, of course, but lately it had been harder to keep up with them. I thought maybe I just wasn’t used to the constant Academy activities, plus school, plus dealing with my parents being gone. I felt like before I met the boys, I’d been in a holding pattern and now I was flying at breakneck speed and still wasn’t even close to catching up with them.

  I did my best. I just wanted a little break. Like not having to do any exercise today.

  But Coach French was unrelenting. I saw it in her eyes as she marched across the basketball court with her whistle in her hand. She blew sharply into it, even though the rest of the girls had already started to get up in preparation. “On your feet,” she said.

  I summoned up my energy, hoping I’d find additional reserves after I started moving. Maybe that was my problem. I’d been sitting still all day because I was so tired. At lunch, I was half leaning against North just trying to stay awake. Maybe if I got up and got moving, I’d find I’d just needed a jump start.

  I stood with the others, ready to get exercising over with.

  Coach French bellowed her commands. “Start stretching.”

  I swayed back and forth, bending my arms and shoulders and my back. I followed the others in the usual routine.

  The others lifted their arms over their heads, I lifted mine.

  The others stretched down to touch their left toe, I did the same.

  That was when I felt the first pang of something surging through my head, like I was being swallowed up by molasses.

  When the others straightened up and got ready to bend toward the right toe, I was right there with them.

  At first.

  After that point, everything went dark and murky like the overhead clouds.

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  I woke up to Nathan’s voice calling my name. I felt like I was in a deep, thick sleep. I wanted to push him off of me, because I was sure he was just telling me I was in another nightmare and had woke him up, and I didn’t want to wake up. I was too tired and too out of it.

  But he was insistent.

  “Sang,” he said, though his voice sounded distant to me. “Sweetie, wake up.”

  “What’s wrong with her?” Karen asked.

  It was Karen’s voice that roused me further, forcing me to wake up. What was she doing here? Something was wrong with me? What now?

  My vision was splotchy at first, revealing Nathan’s deep blue eyes and serious expression. He hadn’t shaved in a couple of days, although because of his deeper tan and the hair color, I didn’t usually see it until I was up close. His tight lips made me wondered if I was in trouble again. Did I sleep in?

  My memory returned in stages. I was on the ground. I was at school. Why was I asleep at school? On the gym floor? Nathan and Gabriel hovered over me. Karen was nearby. Other students looked on from behind them.

  “What happened?” I whispered. This seemed wrong to me. My eyelids were so heavy, and the wave of sleep that had taken over had been so strong, that this felt like a dream. Everything was out of sync.

  “Boys,” Coach French shouted from behind them. “Get back to your class.”

  “I’m taking her to the doctor,” Nathan said. He bent over and slid his arms under my back and thighs. He lifted me into the air, cuddling me to his strong body.

  Coach French blew a whistle at him. “Stop. One of the girls will take her to the nurse. Put her down.”

  “I can take her,” Karen offered.

  “I’ve got her,” Nathan said. I sensed Gabriel running ahead, holding open the gym doors.

  There was more talking, more shouting from coaches, but Gabriel and Nathan were out into the hallway and no one came after them.

  “Nathan,” I said, though my voice felt small and thick. “I can walk.” I thought I could. My head felt a little fuzzy.

  “Shush, Trouble,” Gabriel said. He walked alongside Nathan and reached for my face. His rough-skinned fingertips caressed against my forehead as if trying to ease away whatever had come over me. “You’ve been looking ragged for days now. I thought maybe you were on your period, but I guess you’re sick or something.�
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  My cheeks heated. “I’m fine, guys. I was just lightheaded and then tripped or something. We can go back.”

  “She doesn’t feel hot. No fever,” Gabriel said, ignoring my protests. He dropped his hand.

  “Text Dr. Green,” Nathan said. “Tell him we’ll meet him at his office.”

  After a minute, Gabriel responded. “He said meet him in the nurse’s office. Where is that?”

  I closed my eyes, feeling disoriented as Nathan carried me through the hallways. He clutched me to his body. My hand landed on his chest, and I felt the swell of muscle. For a split moment, I thought about Karen and how she’d touched me and I wondered what the difference was. From Karen, I cowered. From Nathan and the boys, I craved. I waved the thoughts off. My mind had a hard time staying on task. I blamed my tired state.

  I didn’t open my eyes again until he stopped in front of an office door with a glass panel. Nurse’s Office was marked in black lettering along the bubbled surface. Gabriel held the door open, and Nathan angled me inside.

  Dr. Green’s face swam into view the moment we got inside. His light green eyes had darkened with worry, but lit up when I faced him. Sandy-colored hair hung in front of his eyes and heart shaped face. “Hello there, gorgeous. Didn’t I just see you in class?” he asked, his voice soothing.

  “Hi Dr. Green,” I said. I blinked heavily, trying to swallow back the dizzy feeling.

  “She passed out,” Nathan said. “During warm up exercises.”

  “I’m fine,” I said. “I don’t feel sick. Just a little lightheaded.”

  Nathan planted me on a cot. I sat on it in the middle. I flinched at seeing Mr. Blackbourne standing off to the side, quiet but focused on me.

  Mr. Blackbourne was perfection in a gray suit and red tie. His short brown hair was brushed away from his face and his lips were solidly pursed. His trim figure was leaning against the wall, his arms folded over his chest. Nothing in his face or steel-colored eyes behind those black-rimmed glasses revealed what he was thinking.