idea.
Breccan walked out of the restroom and caught up to him. His eyes widened when he saw Hawk just a few feet away. “What’s going on?” he whispered. “That’s Hawk, isn’t it?”
Calloway shrugged. “I’m pretty sure it’s him.”
“He must be in a hurry—I can’t think of any other reason.”
“No,” Calloway said. “That doesn’t seem important enough for him to abandon his responsibilities as chief tormentor. We are missing something.”
“Maybe he hit his head so hard he got amnesia,” Breccan said. “He forgot about you.”
“That sounds too good to be true.”
They walked into the building, and Breccan turned down a separate hallway, walking to his class on the other side of the building. When Calloway reached his English class, he saw Hawk and Beatrice standing outside the door. Their voices were low but he could tell they were arguing. Hawk slammed his hands down in anger, and Beatrice stepped away from him with her arms crossed over her chest.
Calloway wondered if he should intervene but he dismissed the musing immediately. Beatrice was in this position because she wanted to be there—she didn’t want his help. He walked inside the classroom and ignored their heated argument. He took his seat in the back of the class and looked at Beatrice when she walked inside.
Beatrice smiled at him when she sat in her desk. “Hello, Calloway.”
He nodded to her then stared straight ahead. While he appreciated the acknowledgment it didn’t excuse the fact that she was still dating the biggest jerk Calloway had ever met.
After the morning classes were finished, Calloway walked to the library and sat at the table across from his friends. Breccan was eating his lunch like he always did and Easton was reading the Kirin Book.
“Are you done with your break?” Calloway asked.
“I had to get back to work.” She sighed. “It would be so convenient if this was just written in English.”
“The things that require the most work claim the greatest reward,” Calloway said.
“Are you Mr. Avey’s parrot?” Breccan asked.
“Shut up and eat your sandwich,” Calloway said.
The library door opened and they all turned to see the culprit. They were the only students in the entire student body that used the library. Calloway hadn’t seen anyone else in here since the first time he walked inside. When Calloway saw Beatrice walk into the room, he knew the day was getting weirder. He’d never seen her inside of a library before. She rarely went anywhere without her friends or Hawk. When Beatrice saw Calloway, she walked toward him.
“What the hell is happening?” Breccan asked. “First Hawk and now this?”
“What happened with Hawk?” Easton asked.
“I’ll tell you later,” Calloway said quickly.
Beatrice stopped when she reached their table. The binder that was covered in pictures was clutched to her chest. She was wearing a thick sweater and plain jeans that were tucked into her boots, and she had a golden bracelet around her wrist. Calloway stared at her and waited for her to speak. The silence stretched so long that Calloway wondered if she already said something and he didn’t catch it.
“Um, hi,” he said to her.
“Hello.” She shifted her weight and tightened her hold on the binder.
Calloway wasn’t sure what to do. She was so quiet and undecipherable. “How are you?”
“Well,” she said. “How are you?”
“Good,” he said. “Is there something that you need, Beatrice?”
“No,” she said as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Can I sit down?”
Calloway pulled the chair out for her and helped her into her seat. Her hair was pulled back and the strands ran down her back. It reminded Calloway of a string of golden silk.
“Hello,” she said to Breccan and Easton.
“Hi,” Easton said coldly.
“Yes,” Breccan said awkwardly. Easton turned and glared at him then covered her book with her notebook, hiding it from Beatrice’s view.
The
Breccan walked out of the restroom and caught up to him. His eyes widened when he saw Hawk just a few feet away. “What’s going on?” he whispered. “That’s Hawk, isn’t it?”
Calloway shrugged. “I’m pretty sure it’s him.”
“He must be in a hurry—I can’t think of any other reason.”
“No,” Calloway said. “That doesn’t seem important enough for him to abandon his responsibilities as chief tormentor. We are missing something.”
“Maybe he hit his head so hard he got amnesia,” Breccan said. “He forgot about you.”
“That sounds too good to be true.”
They walked into the building, and Breccan turned down a separate hallway, walking to his class on the other side of the building. When Calloway reached his English class, he saw Hawk and Beatrice standing outside the door. Their voices were low but he could tell they were arguing. Hawk slammed his hands down in anger, and Beatrice stepped away from him with her arms crossed over her chest.
Calloway wondered if he should intervene but he dismissed the musing immediately. Beatrice was in this position because she wanted to be there—she didn’t want his help. He walked inside the classroom and ignored their heated argument. He took his seat in the back of the class and looked at Beatrice when she walked inside.
Beatrice smiled at him when she sat in her desk. “Hello, Calloway.”
He nodded to her then stared straight ahead. While he appreciated the acknowledgment it didn’t excuse the fact that she was still dating the biggest jerk Calloway had ever met.
After the morning classes were finished, Calloway walked to the library and sat at the table across from his friends. Breccan was eating his lunch like he always did and Easton was reading the Kirin Book.
“Are you done with your break?” Calloway asked.
“I had to get back to work.” She sighed. “It would be so convenient if this was just written in English.”
“The things that require the most work claim the greatest reward,” Calloway said.
“Are you Mr. Avey’s parrot?” Breccan asked.
“Shut up and eat your sandwich,” Calloway said.
The library door opened and they all turned to see the culprit. They were the only students in the entire student body that used the library. Calloway hadn’t seen anyone else in here since the first time he walked inside. When Calloway saw Beatrice walk into the room, he knew the day was getting weirder. He’d never seen her inside of a library before. She rarely went anywhere without her friends or Hawk. When Beatrice saw Calloway, she walked toward him.
“What the hell is happening?” Breccan asked. “First Hawk and now this?”
“What happened with Hawk?” Easton asked.
“I’ll tell you later,” Calloway said quickly.
Beatrice stopped when she reached their table. The binder that was covered in pictures was clutched to her chest. She was wearing a thick sweater and plain jeans that were tucked into her boots, and she had a golden bracelet around her wrist. Calloway stared at her and waited for her to speak. The silence stretched so long that Calloway wondered if she already said something and he didn’t catch it.
“Um, hi,” he said to her.
“Hello.” She shifted her weight and tightened her hold on the binder.
Calloway wasn’t sure what to do. She was so quiet and undecipherable. “How are you?”
“Well,” she said. “How are you?”
“Good,” he said. “Is there something that you need, Beatrice?”
“No,” she said as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Can I sit down?”
Calloway pulled the chair out for her and helped her into her seat. Her hair was pulled back and the strands ran down her back. It reminded Calloway of a string of golden silk.
“Hello,” she said to Breccan and Easton.
“Hi,” Easton said coldly.
“Yes,” Breccan said awkwardly. Easton turned and glared at him then covered her book with her notebook, hiding it from Beatrice’s view.
The
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