Rise of the Fallen Read Free

looked away. I heard him sigh. I looked out the window for a distraction, but there were only a few old trees and a crow. How dull. I felt a hand on my arm but I resisted the urge to look up, even when I sensed a pen moving on the back of my wrist.
    â€œEmilie,” Soul said, softly tapping my arm.
    I looked at my wrist and saw that in neat cursive letters Soul had written “I’m sorry”, followed by a small love heart. I smiled and he smiled back.
    â€œCall me when you read my note.”
    I automatically turned my attention back to the teacher at the front of the room, who was still droning on, as she continued writing on the board. I opened my book and began to write down all the homework, using it as an excuse to turn around and look at Cael. His head was turned towards the boy next to him and he was talking in an angry whisper. I desperately wanted to walk over and ask what was wrong, but I knew that it wasn’t the time nor place. I looked away quickly when Cael’s eyes met mine for the briefest of seconds. Soul put his hand on the back of my chair.
    â€œSo what have you been up to, Emilie? I haven’t seen you around in a while,” he spoke quietly, his eyes on the teacher.
    â€œYeah, I’ve been uh … sick,” I replied, matching the tone of his voice.
    â€œOh true. Well, I hope you’re better now. I’ve missed seeing you around,” he had a smirk on his face as he looked at me. Damn, was
    I really that bad a liar? I forced a smile and nodded twice. He smiled and once again his long fringe fell into his eyes, but this time he didn’t brush it away.
    The bell rang out. How had time moved so fast? A seventyminute lesson had passed in what seemed like five. Strange. Cael was the first out of the classroom. When I got out Soul was waiting for me. He took my books and we walked towards our next class. “Hey, do you want to sit with me at lunch?”
    I smiled but didn’t bother looking up, “Sure.”
    He hooked his arm in mine and we made our way along the twisting hallways. As we walked down the stairs I couldn’t help but look into his beautiful, entrancing eyes. He smiled back at me but said nothing.
    When we reached the courtyard, Soul led me in the direction of a stone bench under a big, old tree. We sat for a few moments before either of us spoke; it was Soul who spoke first.
    â€œAre you going to look at my note?”
    I felt every muscle in my body freeze. Truth be told I wasn’t so sure I wanted to read it.
    â€œDon’t freak out,” he laughed.
    I looked down, staying quiet. Soul touched my shoulder.
    â€œYou don’t have to look at it right now; maybe you could read it tonight. Just be sure to call me after you do.”
    I forced a smile and nodded. We sat silently while Soul ate his lunch. I didn’t eat anything.
    â€œWhy don’t you eat, Emilie?” Soul asked suddenly, his voice filled with curiosity.
    Stunned, I blinked a few times. He was more perceptive than any other human I knew. No one else had ever noticed it before.
    â€œI don’t know,” I replied quickly, pushing my initial answer I don’t need to out of my mind.
    â€œOh, okay,” he said.
    I stared into his eyes and I could see he wanted to say something. He turned away quickly, breaking eye contact. Typical. People can’t hide their inner thoughts and feelings around me. The eyes say it all.
    I couldn’t understand what he was up to, hanging around me. I stared at him with curiosity.
    He took my hand in his and kept it there for a few moments before he spoke.
    â€œTrust me, Emilie.” The double meaning was clear to me.
    We sat there for a moment, my hand still in his until a familiar voice interrupted us.
    â€œWhat the hell, Emilie!” Cael yelled.
    I jumped up in shock. Soul sat up straight, dropping my hand. Cael stood before us, his face a combination of disbelief and anger. I felt my frustration