Read Overworld Chronicles Books 1-2: Sweet Blood of Mine & Dark Light of Mine for Free Online
Authors: John Corwin
An astonished look came over his stupid face and he dropped to the sidewalk right into the same puddle he'd put me in.
The headache vanished but everything went blurry, which was odd because it usually happened while I had the headache. I fumbled on the ground for my glasses. A gentle hand touched mine and pressed the glasses into it. I put them on. The filth had been cleaned off. I looked up, expecting to see Katie smiling at her new hero. Instead I choked back a gasp as the Goth girl came into focus.
Katie hovered over Brad, tears in her eyes. She put his head in her lap and smoothed his cropped hair. My mouth dropped open. Why was she babying that asshole? I almost screamed in frustration.
Harry and Mark walked up.
"Holy crap, man!" Harry said, his eyes full of suppressed laughter. "Didn't think you had it in you."
"I hope it was entertaining," I growled.
Harry smirked. "Look, man, it was kind of funny."
I lunged at him and knocked him on his butt. The smirk vanished.
"Thank God I have such great friends," I said, shouting for everyone to hear. "People I can count on when some asshole is beating the crap out of me."
Mark placed himself between me and Harry. "What the hell, Justin?"
Harry leapt to his feet, pushed past Mark, and shoved me. "You idiot," he spat. "You never had a chance with Katie. You're just a delusional nerd like the rest of us."
Hot tears threatened to break loose but I fought them back. I wouldn't give these people the satisfaction of seeing me cry even if they were tears of fury. I glanced at Katie as she helped Brad off the ground. She didn't even look at me. The Goth girl was, though. She stood near the entrance, a curious expression on her face as students filed inside the school now that the spectacle was over. It amazed me how anyone with so many piercings could ever look sympathetic. I didn't want her sympathy or her pity. She was an even bigger loser than me. Her devil-may-care attitude and devil worshipper clothes begged for the attention she craved. Her reality probably included an abusive family and a trailer park.
I grabbed my backpack off the ground and made a beeline for the Jetta before my rage caused me to do anything else stupid. I climbed into the car and slammed the steering wheel with the palm of my hand. I stared back at the school. I had to go home and change clothes. Grime coated my shirt and pants and I wasn't about to go inside looking like this.
I screeched out of the parking lot but didn't make it far before a fat tear clouded my vision. I pulled over in front of a liquor store to fight the sudden storm of angry tears that threatened to break loose. I would not cry, dammit. I looked at myself in the rear-view mirror. Muddy rivulets streaked my cheeks. Dirt glommed onto my sweaty face. I looked like something from a horror film. Maybe I was a monster. A hunch-backed Igor, destined to be the untouchable low man on the totem pole forever. Life had been so easy on me up until this point. Good parents, good friends, and harmless nerdly pursuits. It was like God had come down and kicked my life in the balls. It hurt like crazy.
An approaching bum gave me a wide-eyed look. He pulled an about-face and went to beg money from someone who didn't look as psychotic as I did.
I pulled out my cell phone. It took me several minutes to calm my mind enough to compose a text to Katie.
Are you okay?
I waited and waited for her response. Minutes ticked by and nothing. Stupid hussy. How could she help that jerk after what he'd done to her? I screamed in impotent rage and balled up my fists.
"Why don't you want me?" I asked the absent girl that I craved so badly. I almost heard the snap as my heart broke in two.
My phone chimed. My heart lightened. Finally, she'd responded. Instead, it was a text from the wireless company, telling me my bill was ready to view. I fought the urge to smash my phone through the car window, instead gripping the steering wheel as if it were the last thing
The headache vanished but everything went blurry, which was odd because it usually happened while I had the headache. I fumbled on the ground for my glasses. A gentle hand touched mine and pressed the glasses into it. I put them on. The filth had been cleaned off. I looked up, expecting to see Katie smiling at her new hero. Instead I choked back a gasp as the Goth girl came into focus.
Katie hovered over Brad, tears in her eyes. She put his head in her lap and smoothed his cropped hair. My mouth dropped open. Why was she babying that asshole? I almost screamed in frustration.
Harry and Mark walked up.
"Holy crap, man!" Harry said, his eyes full of suppressed laughter. "Didn't think you had it in you."
"I hope it was entertaining," I growled.
Harry smirked. "Look, man, it was kind of funny."
I lunged at him and knocked him on his butt. The smirk vanished.
"Thank God I have such great friends," I said, shouting for everyone to hear. "People I can count on when some asshole is beating the crap out of me."
Mark placed himself between me and Harry. "What the hell, Justin?"
Harry leapt to his feet, pushed past Mark, and shoved me. "You idiot," he spat. "You never had a chance with Katie. You're just a delusional nerd like the rest of us."
Hot tears threatened to break loose but I fought them back. I wouldn't give these people the satisfaction of seeing me cry even if they were tears of fury. I glanced at Katie as she helped Brad off the ground. She didn't even look at me. The Goth girl was, though. She stood near the entrance, a curious expression on her face as students filed inside the school now that the spectacle was over. It amazed me how anyone with so many piercings could ever look sympathetic. I didn't want her sympathy or her pity. She was an even bigger loser than me. Her devil-may-care attitude and devil worshipper clothes begged for the attention she craved. Her reality probably included an abusive family and a trailer park.
I grabbed my backpack off the ground and made a beeline for the Jetta before my rage caused me to do anything else stupid. I climbed into the car and slammed the steering wheel with the palm of my hand. I stared back at the school. I had to go home and change clothes. Grime coated my shirt and pants and I wasn't about to go inside looking like this.
I screeched out of the parking lot but didn't make it far before a fat tear clouded my vision. I pulled over in front of a liquor store to fight the sudden storm of angry tears that threatened to break loose. I would not cry, dammit. I looked at myself in the rear-view mirror. Muddy rivulets streaked my cheeks. Dirt glommed onto my sweaty face. I looked like something from a horror film. Maybe I was a monster. A hunch-backed Igor, destined to be the untouchable low man on the totem pole forever. Life had been so easy on me up until this point. Good parents, good friends, and harmless nerdly pursuits. It was like God had come down and kicked my life in the balls. It hurt like crazy.
An approaching bum gave me a wide-eyed look. He pulled an about-face and went to beg money from someone who didn't look as psychotic as I did.
I pulled out my cell phone. It took me several minutes to calm my mind enough to compose a text to Katie.
Are you okay?
I waited and waited for her response. Minutes ticked by and nothing. Stupid hussy. How could she help that jerk after what he'd done to her? I screamed in impotent rage and balled up my fists.
"Why don't you want me?" I asked the absent girl that I craved so badly. I almost heard the snap as my heart broke in two.
My phone chimed. My heart lightened. Finally, she'd responded. Instead, it was a text from the wireless company, telling me my bill was ready to view. I fought the urge to smash my phone through the car window, instead gripping the steering wheel as if it were the last thing
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