by Box Set
I didn’t want to get away, I thought. I felt the heat of his body pressed up against me. I was barely tall enough to rest my head against his chest. I did squirm. I pretended to want to be released. While it was warm outside, it didn’t matter to me. In my heart, this felt so good, like a warm blanket on a cold day. No, it was much better than a blanket. It left my whole body tingling and feeling alive. My heart was in my ears and thumping loudly. “I’d have to stomp on your feet,” I replied.
He chuckled. “Try it.”
“No!”
“Why not?”
“I don’t want to hurt you, Silas.”
His body tensed behind me. I stopped wriggling. We stood together like that for what seemed like an eon in the moment. Slowly he let go of me. I turned to face him. His large brown eyes fixed on mine. His fingers flexed and he reached out toward my face for a moment but stopped short. His arms dropped to his side. He smiled down at me.
“You’re not like other girls, Sang.”
I frowned softly. How could he say that about me? Did I do something wrong? “I am a girl, though. I know my family is a little weird but I’m normal enough.” I was lying through my teeth. I didn’t feel normal at all. I just desperately wanted to be like everyone else. I didn’t want parents who were agoraphobic. I was doing my best to be as average as everyone else so I could be accepted. Was I failing?
“You’re far from normal,” he said quietly.
My eyes went wide. “You think I’m strange?”
“Yeah,” he said, blinking at me. “I mean, different.”
I scoffed.
“It’s not a bad thing.”
I shrugged, stuffing my hands into my pocket again. I didn’t know what to say to him. He just called me weird. Weird like my family. Weird was what unwanted people were. Weird stopped me from having friends for such a long time.
His brows creased and he blew out a perplexed breath of air. “I have to get going.”
“Okay.” I was still a little hurt but I was sorry to see him go.
He fished his keys out of his pocket and opened his car door. “I’ll see you tomorrow at registration,” he said. He got in, started his car and drove off.
I walked home alone.
That night, the house was fairly quiet. My parents were in bed. Marie’s light was off. No one had noticed I was gone all day. I was grateful for it.
I took out what I was going to wear for registration the next day, a light blue skirt and a nicer white blouse that buttoned up in the front and had a soft collar. It was thanks to Gabriel’s suggestions and the pictures I sent to him of what was in my closet. He had an opinion about every piece I owned. I had a list, thanks to Kota, of the classes I wanted to take. When there was nothing else to do, I sprawled out on the floor. It was after eleven at night and I still wasn’t sleepy. I crawled to the corner of my room near the window, looking through the apps on the phone just to see what was available for free. I didn’t want to download anything that would lead to more expenses for the guys.
The phone vibrated in my hand.
Nathan: “Are you awake?”
Sang: “Yes.”
Nathan: “Are you in your room?”
The question got me to sit up.
Sang: “Yup.”
Nathan: “Your window is the second one from the left?”
Where was this going? And how did he know?
Sang: “If you’re facing the house from the street, yes. Above the porch.”
I waited for an answer. When nothing came back after a while I sent another text.
Sang: “Why did you want to know?”
Silence again.
Sang: “Nathan?”
I was just about to give up on him when I heard a gentle tap at my window. It startled me so badly that I jumped sideways, dropping my phone, my head twisting toward the window.
With my light on, I couldn’t see if anyone was there. I got up off the floor, approaching it slowly, my hand still on my heart, until I was close enough to where I was blocking the light from the window. At first all I saw was the silhouette. Nathan was kneeling on the roof, looking inside.
I hurried to unlock the window and lifted it. He helped open it from the other side.
I stuck my head out. “What are you doing up here?” I whispered. “How did you get up here?”
“I’m glad to see you, too.” He grinned at me, his blue eyes lighting up. “I brought you something.”
“It couldn’t wait until tomorrow?”
He passed me something soft. I took it from him. He sat on the flat part of the roof while I unraveled it. It was the dark t-shirt with foreign writing on it I had borrowed to wear the day I went swimming.
“I thought you wanted it,” he said.
I smiled, touched that he risked breaking his neck to bring it to me. “I didn’t win the races. Any of them,” I said.
“Consider it a consolation prize. As many times as I won, you’ll be sitting next to me in every class all the way through med school.”
I held a couple of fingers to my lips to help suppress my giggling. “Until I beat you at another race.”
“That’s not gonna happen, peanut.”
The shirt smelled clean. I smoothed my palm over the foreign lettering. “What’s this shirt say, anyway?”
“It says girls are stupid. Throw rocks at them.”
I reached out to punch at what I thought was his arm but he dodged a little and I hit his chest.
“Hey,” he said, feigning being hurt when I only barely brushed his chest. “I’m sitting out on a roof, you know.”
The house creaked and we both froze. I held my breath, listening. When nothing else happened, I looked at him. His eyes focused on my face.
“I’ll go,” he whispered. “I just wanted to say hi. I hadn’t seen you all day.”
“Where were you?”
“I had training.”
“Jujitsu?”
His smile was gentle on his face, a contrast to the harshness of his masculine jawline. “Yeah. Jujitsu.”
The way he answered me, it felt like it wasn’t the whole truth. “All day long?”
“I’m tired,” he said. “You should get some sleep. We’ve got registration tomorrow.”
It was late and I didn’t want to press him. I bit back my questions. Who was I to pry into his life when I just met him? “I guess I’ll see you then.”
He nodded and then moved away from the window. He crawled on his hands and feet to the edge. He swung his legs down first and held the roof with his hands. He dropped down out of my view. With my heart in my throat and holding my breath, I waited by the window until I spotted him dashing across the front lawn and out into the street.
Nathan the ninja.
Dr. Green
I dreamed of my old school with people I didn’t know who had turned into zombies. They chased me. The doors were locked. I was trapped.
The phone woke me that morning. I had forgotten to put it back into the attic. I was in bed with it, and it had slipped to between my stomach and the sheets. I felt it vibrating and it tickled me out of sleep. In my dream, it was a zombie biting.
Silas: “I’m sorry if I made you mad.”
It took me a moment to remember what he was talking about.
Sang: “I’m not mad.”
Now that I had slept, what I felt before with him seemed stupid. It was wrong of me to get angry with him when from what I remembered of the conversation, he was trying to be nice.
Sang: “Forgive me for being a meanie?”
Silas: “You’re not mean, Sang.”
I smiled, my heart fluttered and flipped around in my chest.
Sang: “You’re too nice to me.”
Silas: “Ditto.”
I took my time in the bathroom later. I showered, shaved my body, dried off, used a blow dryer on my hair and dug out a barrette to pull back locks of hair from my eyes without using the clip. It was Gabriel’s suggestion. I wasn’t sure wh
y there was such an emphasis on what to wear. It was just registration.
I put on my blue skirt, modest white blouse, and sandals. I had a notebook and a pencil with me; Kota’s list was tucked into the notebook, along with the paper that I had filled out for registration. We were supposed to bring it to be approved and entered into a computer.
There was a tall mirror hanging on the inside of my bedroom closet. I checked myself out in my reflection. Dirty blond hair. Green eyes. Light skin. Decent clothes. Average across the board.
Marie opened my bedroom door, letting it swing until the knob hit the wall. “Hey,” she said. “Let’s go.” She was wearing jeans and a t-shirt with sneakers. She had heavy makeup on her face; her eyes looked darker with the eyeliner around them. She picked up makeup leftovers from her friends at her old school and only wore it on rare occasions to save what she could. “You look like you’re new to school,” she said.
“I am new.”
“Yeah, but you look it. And that notebook makes you look like a nerd.”
I shrugged. I didn’t want to say something about what I thought of her makeup. Sometime in the past few years, we had grown distant. We saw each other. We worked alongside each other. We had argued a lot, too. Mostly our arguments focused on who would do which chores. Eventually it became a general need to simply exist without getting involved in what the other one was doing. The feeling around her was what I imagined a co-worker would feel. Friendly sometimes, but we were just as happy not talking to each other. Why hadn’t we bonded like I read of other siblings doing in books? It struck me as odd, but I could only guess we were simply different from each other. Something happened between us I couldn’t explain, and we were now so far apart from each other it felt impossible to become what I imagined real sisters were like.
“Get going,” she said and she walked out to rush down the stairs.
My dad was waiting for us out in the car. I rarely saw my father unless there was a school event or it was a Sunday. Any other day, he worked and although he made it in time for dinner, I usually skipped dinner. He was tall, lanky and most of the time he was cheery around the family. He had curly dark hair and high cheekbones. When he was around my mother, his posture sagged more and he looked tired.
“Hurry up,” he called to us. He waved his big hand at us. “You’re going to end up in all the leftover classes.”
Marie got in the front passenger side of the small, five-year-old sedan. I climbed into the back. I locked my seat belt in, even though my dad and sister didn’t. We rode in silence in the car.
The lot at the school was already full. I wasn’t sure we would find a parking space, but there were people pulling into part of the lawn. My dad found a spot near the back.
“Remember where we’re parked,” he said. “If we have to split up, just come back here.”
I fell behind them as we headed toward the side door of the school. It looked about the same size as my old school. Gabriel had been right about it being ugly. The building was two stories, brown, drab, no windows except for a handful along the second floor. The grounds were flat, with only a handful of trees along the border. Square hedges grew along the outside walls between sets of doors. The hedges looked like they needed to be watered three months ago. There was a football practice area off to the left, a baseball diamond and some tennis courts beyond it. Each was well worn with holes in the mesh guards, and the benches looked warped. Beyond that, I could see the trailers Kota had talked about. The number of them amazed me. I counted at least thirty and they extended out from the school. I wondered how anyone managed to get from one of those trailers to classes inside on time.
“I don’t want a class in a trailer,” Marie said. For the moment, I agreed with her on that point.
The entryway was crowded. The off-white tiles inside the doors were cracked and uneven. Students coming and going made it difficult to navigate, and many of them stopped to talk to each other without concern of who they might be blocking. Most of the parents looked tired and were leaning up against the walls and out of the way.
It took five minutes just to get through the side door. I scanned the crowd for one of the guys. I wondered if they expected me to come in through another door.
From what Kota described of how dangerous the school was, I tried to make myself small and uninteresting. None of the other students seemed particularly interested in us. Most were concerned with either getting in line or finding old school friends to talk to. I couldn’t imagine a fight breaking out when so many teachers and parents were standing right there.
Once we were in the main hallway, the crowd thinned out a little. There were tables lined up near a large glass window that overlooked the central, open-air courtyard. There was one large staircase in the middle of the hallway with parents sitting on the first few steps. Further down the hall, there was a line of vending machines and along the opposite wall was a trophy case. I didn’t see any classrooms.
“We’ll have to split up,” my dad said. “The tables are divided by grade level.”
“I’ll be fine,” I said. “There’s my table. You go with Marie.”
“He can go with you,” she said. Her eyes were on a group of girls crowding around her grade table.
“Fill out your form and come back,” Dad said to me. “I’ll have to approve and sign it.”
I nodded to him. The line to my table was long. I moved to the end of it to wait my turn. I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned around.
“Hey!” Luke called into my opposite ear, scaring me.
I smiled, happy to be found. “You made it.”
“I saw you come in. I thought it would be pretty awkward if I just walked up to you.”
“I didn’t even see you.”
“I’m pretty good at stalking girls.” He pulled out his cell phone and tapped something in. “We’ve been waiting for you. I’m letting them know you’re here.”
Within moments they all appeared. North was in his black clothes, although his shirt was collared, a Gucci logo on the front pocket. Silas had a white collared shirt. Kota wore a white shirt with a green tie. Nathan, Gabriel and Victor wore slacks and different colored Ralph Lauren and Hilfiger polo shirts. To me, they were all dressed a lot nicer than most of the students, who wore ripped jeans, baggy t-shirts and sneakers. I realized Marie was right to wear what she had. She fit in better than I did with the other students. I was glad the guys were there. I didn’t feel so out of place with them around.
“It’s about time,” Victor said to me, frowning. “I’ve been here for hours.”
“I’m sorry,” I said. My cheeks heated and I pressed a finger to my lower lip. “Did you all have to wait for me?”
Glances were exchanged. Had it not occurred to them that I’m just one girl? They didn’t have to wait. I felt bad enough that any of them were hanging around for me. How much trouble could I get in to today?
“Don’t worry about it,” Victor said, stuffing his hands into his pockets and shrugging. “We don’t have anything better to do today, anyway. I was just tired of standing at the door.”
With the boys standing around me, the line was a little crowded. Kota started talking about something with Luke and the others, but over the noise of the crowd, I couldn’t hear very well. My eyes shifted to the other students. There was a group of girls not too far away looking at us. One of them glanced my way, her face looking angry and it confused me. I turned away, assuming the look wasn’t meant for me. Still, it was intimidating.
“Did you all sign up already?” I asked.
Collective nods. “We won’t have schedules until we get them in the mail on Monday. We start Tuesday,” Kota said.
“It’s all a big pain in the ass,” Nathan said and then grumbled something under his breath that I couldn’t understand.
“You’ll have to watch your language,” Kota warned. “School might not have started yet, but the rules still apply.”
Nathan rolled his eyes, but didn’t a
rgue the point.
“We’ll get out of this line. We’re too big of a group,” Kota said. “Who’s staying with her?”
They all said “me” at once. I laughed, but when they looked at me as if they didn’t understand why I was laughing, I stopped short.
“Victor and Silas, you stay here. North and Luke, go tail her sister. Just keep your distance. I don’t want to scare her. The rest of us will head out to that courtyard. Sang, when you’re done, we’ll meet out there and then take a tour together.”
They were going to keep an eye on my sister, too? I blushed, not having thought of that. Again I admired the way Kota took charge of the group. Nothing was argued over. When Kota made a decision, they simply fell in line.
Victor and Silas stayed by my side while the rest disappeared into the crowd.
“What classes were you getting again?” Victor asked.
I pulled out the paper that Kota had prepared for me and showed it to him.
“You’re missing one, you know,” he said. “You have to pick seven.”
I felt my heart flipping into a panic. “I thought the paper said six.”
“You have to pick one more just in case a class got filled up.”
I blew out a breath, feeling like grumbling.
“Don’t sweat it,” Silas said, smoothing fingers through his dark hair, brushing away the locks that fell into his eyes. “Just pick an art class.”
I hesitated, unsure of what to pick. My mind went blank as to what other classes there could be.
“What about a music class?” Victor offered.
“Would you be in that one?” I asked.
He frowned. “Probably not. I’ve got an advanced piano class to take.” He wrapped a hand around his opposite arm, rubbing at it. “Yeah, maybe not a music class. No one else takes one.”
