The Obsolete, Cama Seeney [ebook offline reader txt] 📗

expression on your face means you’re going to throw the phone at the wall talk to me baby x

 

I sighed at rolled my eyes at my phone.

 

Class, I’ll call you ltr.

 

No you won’t ;) x

 

I snorted at my phone, she replied in seconds she must have been poised over her phone. I put it back away to look at Brad. ‘Mommy problems?’ He asked laughing, then his face went slack and his eyes wide. ‘Shit I’m so sorry.’ He said quickly trying to look into my face. ‘Phaa it’s fine and yhea, she knows me to well.’ I replied laughing. He smiled still looking a little worried though. ‘I don’t remember her, Lexi is my one and only Mum and David is my farther.’ I informed him, before we stopped in front of the class room.

 

‘So if I joke about it a little more you’re not goanna punch me?’ He asked cheekily. ‘Na but I’d probably punch you for your smirk.’ I replied winking. ‘One favour.’ He asked moving closer to me, standing so close our noses nearly touched. I stood completely still, not knowing what to do. Slowly my eye brow rose. ‘Don’t tell anyone about my eyes?’ He asked almost a breath of words. So quiet you couldn’t call it a whisper. I snorted and shoved him away, ‘I’m telling everyone.’ I replied winking before going into the class room. My phone buzzed before I found an empty desk by the window at the back.

 

I’ll buy you milkshake?

 

Cheaparse!

 

Its cheap scape darling.

 

I snorted and put my phone away, I felt someone’s eyes on me, looking up I saw the one of the children of the night. The guy from before, I shot him daggers. He hissed and began walking over to me with a sneer on his pale face. I already hated him. But I also felt something much worse, much deeper. Unyielding fear. A deep rumbling growl came from behind me.

Unyeilding fear

Chapter 7

 

Unyielding fear. Unyielding relates to something or one who refuses to give into pressure. Persuasion or force. Whilst fear is an unpleasant feeling of anxiety or apprehension caused by any presence of danger or uncomforting circumstances.

 

I turned around looking at the only person sat behind me, he had his hood down over his head before I’d chosen my seat. Not looking up. Not until one of the children of the night had entered. His eyes and glowing that startling yellow that his brothers had only half an hour before. Devon.

 

He doesn’t even try to disguise his eyes shining from under his hood, nor his growl. The Jester puts his hands up in surrender and sits one desk to my left. Everything in my body clenches. My mind is a mess of oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. ‘Are you unable to leave me alone?’ I ask angrily, I have actually risen above all levels of anger. This is my second day in this town, my first class and I already hate it. ‘What if I am unable?’ He asks, his voice smooth. Bitter sweet, leaving an after taste of revulsion. I wanted out, my body was screaming for me to flee. I sat further back in my seat ignoring how cold I felt next to him. He seemed to radiate cold unlike the warmth that leathered itself into the very confines in Brad’s skin.

 

‘Then I will unman you, maybe you’ll start thinking with your brain. It would be doing you a favour really.’ I whisper in a tone sweeter than even his, I  manage a smile, something in me something predatory loving this. I think it’s too much because my cheeks even hurt. He mutters something that has Devon snorting, I roll my eyes and put my headphones in. I’ve had enough of games. Picking up the book placed in front of me I comply to the order written on the board. ‘Read pages 17 through 30.’ I had read the book a million of times, the writing almost etched into my eyelids. My eyes skimmed the words that my mind didn’t comply. After the teacher didn’t arrive after a few minutes I give up and lay my head on my arms. My head hurting so I stop the music blarring into my ears after a few seconds of silence I find out why my head hurt. I was extremly tired.

 

‘She’s still under protection - stay away from her Landon.’ Devon’s voice was poisonous, devoid of all emotion. Except one; pure and simple. Anger, hatrid something evil - well kind of one anyway. What had I done to make the town people so testy? ‘We have as much right as any of you.’ Was the snarled reply. ‘Actually I think my grandmother would be quite annoyed at that notion, I’m pretty sure she thinks I’m hers.’ I muttered sleepily. Someone snorted nearly by though I couldn’t tell who. I yawned something rotten, my jaw wouldn’t have broken in two if I had open my mouth any wider.

…

Well my first class was a success, I managed to fall asleep. It was alright though – I woke fifteen minutes till the end to see a small woman at the end glaring at me. Quickly I check page thirty. There are five questions each harder than the last. I quickly began answering them. They were the same questions that were always asked. I even laughed a little and retrieved an old notebook from my bag across the front was written ‘My genius is in my other brain.’ I ripped out the answer sheet I had written not weeks before. I even had the hard back copy of the book somewhere. All ten questions were done – there was questions every fifteen pages. My notebook was full of answers and questions. All from the book. I sighed as I copied out the roughly scrawled answers. Adding bits and pieces and laughing at mistakes I had made whilst involved in a fury of writing.

 

I remember writing theses I was so bored after the teacher had been drawling on reading her favorite speeches and asking about them; she asked us to do the first fifteen questions. I had become so obsessed with the book in that half an hour I had even forgotten to eat lunch. ‘Are you quite done napping Tori?’ She asked more than a little annoyed. ‘That’s not my name.’ I cursed her mentally, why did thy all call me that. ‘Yes it is, you refused to be called anything but that in nursery.’ She replied annoyance definite in her tone.

 

‘Well done you, you've obvously upgarded yourself. You may pretend to know my face, my voice and my persona but you don’t know me. I have never been called Tori. Not in my life.’ I replied clenching my teeth. I already hated the nickname. Not that it was a bad one, my mother never called me it. It wasn’t my name it was another person’s name. Another girl who’s brain once portrayed this body.

 

‘Don’t get snarky tori.’ She replied rolling her eyes. ‘Don’t. Call. Me. That.’ I ground out, the bell blazed and I quickly stood slamming my sheet down on her desk. ‘So you really hate the name Tori?’ Brad asked looking down at his phone, bumping into me two minutes later. ‘If I told you when I burped bubbles came out of my nose it would be half way around the school within the next step wouldn’t it.’ I replied angrily.

 

‘Probably. Can you say that all again?’ He replied holding his phone at an awkward angle and grinning. ‘What does your mom call you?’ He asked already sliding in the knowledge he’d gained earlier. I blushed and snorted ‘Like I’d tell you!’ I replied laughing hard. ‘Well what do your friends call you?’ He asked gripping my arms and making me stop. ‘Nothing, I wasn’t aloud any.’ I replied, the wall already more interesting. ‘A boyfriend?’ He asked looking suspicious. ‘Vic, Victoria. V. I don’t know none of them lasted long, I was never in one place long enough for anything real.’ I replied shrugging. ‘V, I like it.’ He replied smiling. ‘Really, cause every time you say that I think you’re talking to my actual V not my me!’ I whispered harshly blushing.

 

‘That bothers you doesn’t it V?’ He asked, I slapped his arm and squealed as his hands attacked my sides with a torrent of tickles. ‘You are horrid!’ I half screamed at him breathless, instead of being helpless I slapped his arm again. ‘Abuse! Did anyone just see that? V’s abusing me!’ He shouted laughing at my horrorstruck expression. ‘You are truly some concoction of horrid!’ I called out spluttering, but truly this was nice. I really hadn’t had real friends for years. I had people who clung on to me because I was the new girl, the freak but other than that I was soon shipped of somewhere else.

 

‘Stop attacking me and take me to my next class already!’ I called out after people stopped staring at us. Stupid small towns. Stupid A levels, I can’t wait to be 18. I can’t wait to have real friends and a real life. ‘Well my darling V, you have music. You play?’ He asked looking incredulous.

Incredulous

Chapter 8

 

Incredulous hints that someone or something is hard to believe or unconvinced. That person is unable to believe something is the way it is or purely not wanting to believe it in the first place.

 

I smiled at Brad, ‘Yea I play Piano, kick major ass and sleep a lot – your point is?’ I asked grinning I swear I was a living contradiction or something. ‘Jeez girl couldn’t you just stick to one hobby?’ He asked snorting and leading me up the grey stair case, it was full of pictures my eyes weren’t interested in. ‘I did – I kick ass. My mom’s hobby was to get me to play and my dad’s was running with me.’ I replied hopping that my mom still taught and my farther still ran. I hope they were happy. ‘Your family is bats’ he informed me not hiding his kind smile. ‘Yep that we are.’ I smile – he left me at the door of the very nice practice room. It has beautiful instruments all around the room. Guitars, Chellos and flutes that would normally shine and catch my eye even though I’ve never tried to play them.

 

In the middle of the room lies the most beautiful piano