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Chasing the Omega

Jessica Edwards

Chapter Two


When I arrive at school the next morning, all I can think about is last night. I woke up early to check if it actually happened, and knew that it did when I saw the bite marks.

As a result, I couldn’t sleep. At all. Sleeping on my right side hurt too much.

School was by far the last place I wanted to be.

I walk to my locker to grab my English book, and that’s when I hear my best friend calling my name from the other end of the corridor.

“Alice! Did you watch Game of Thrones last night?”

One thing about Sam is that she doesn’t give a damn about what anyone thinks of her.

Me? I worry way too much about what people think.

When Sam reaches my locker, she places her hands on her hips and tilts her head for an answer I have yet to give.

“So, did you watch it?”

I shake my head, “No...I missed it.”

“You what? How did you miss it? You do realize it was the finale, right!” she shrieks hysterically at me.

“Sam.” I use my hand to signal her to lower her voice. “Everyone’s staring.”

“You think I care about what people think?”

She doesn’t give me a chance to answer. Instead, she turns around and faces all the onlookers.

“Didn’t anyone ever tell you it’s rude to stare? My mom always tells me to never stare at anybody, because if you do, some people might not be as nice as I’m going to be.”

She turns around and shrugs at me when she sees the pure shock on my face. “I told you, I don’t give a damn about what people think.”

I look inside my bag to see if I have everything, only to realize that I don’t have my pencil case. I reopen my locker when I hear Sam sigh.

“Are people still staring?” I ask.

“What? Oh, no just Ryder and his crew. They walk around here like they own the place, but seriously, how does a guy even look that good?”

After I grab my pencil case, I shut my locker and look at my best friend, whose mouth is wide open.

“Sam! You’re staring, honey, and drooling.” I close her mouth, shove the pencil case in my bag and stare at them.

Every single person moves to the side to make room for them to pass.

You see, this gang practically owns the school, and if you hurt one of them, you hurt them all.

Everyone knows who they are, and no one dares to try and talk to them, or to even approach them.

They walk side by side in a perfect line: Bane and Silver on the outside, with Kellan and Ryder in the middle.

Bane looks to be the most frightening one out of them all. He has an oval-shaped face with small, blue piercing eyes. His mouth is full and firm, formed into a constant sneer.

He has tanned skin with a warm, golden-brown tint that accentuates his large, muscular frame. His hair is thick, black, and slicked down with both sides of his head shaved.

He also has a black, bushy beard decorating his face. It’s hard, sometimes, to take him seriously with the beard because it kind of makes him look like a big old teddy bear.

But if the rumors were true, you definitely shouldn’t say that to his face—not unless you wanted to end up in the hospital.

He wears a plain white wife beater that’s low enough to show the hair on his chest, and a long black necklace rests on his chest.

The necklace is made of three interlocking swirls that I think are called a triskelion. He wears tight black jeans with low-heeled black ankle boots.

Next, I look over at Silver, who walks on the far right corner, and just blatantly stare at her.

Every girl wants to be her, and every guy in this school wants to date her, but everyone knows that she’s in love with Ryder.

The way she looks and smiles at him, with her perfect teeth and her perfect body. She has a heart-shaped face with smooth, pale skin and bright blue eyes.

Her mouth is full and perfectly shaped, which helps accentuate her pouty lips. Her long, wild, untamed black hair rests on her left shoulder and hangs down by her waist.

Her build is small but muscular. Rumors say that she kicked a jock’s ass once after he slapped her ass.

He left in an ambulance and didn’t return to school until the next month. No one ever touched her again. Not after that.

She’s wearing a black leather jacket that falls to her waist, plain black shorts, and black thigh-high boots.

The kindest-looking one out of them all is Kellan. It seems kind of odd to see him with these people.

He has an oval-shaped face with creamy, fair skin, and dark brown eyes that look haunted yet gentle at the same time.

His face holds no expression, which makes it hard to determine whether he’s happy or sad. Curly brown hair frames his perfectly shaped face.

He wears a black stretcher plug in his left ear, and both of his arms are covered in colorful art. His body is slim, without an ounce of body fat, just pure muscle.

He wears a plain black wife beater, tight black jeans, and black sneakers.

Kellan just might be the only approachable one out of them all. He has this aura of kindness about him that draws people in, and it makes it impossible to dislike him.

I can remember when he and his girlfriend were together.

Anna was one of the sweetest girls in this school. Every single person here respected her and treated her with the utmost kindness.

But Kellan lost the love of his life over a year ago, after her body was found by the river in the early hours of the morning.

People say that the crime scene was like something out of a horror film.

Nevertheless, Kellan lost a part of himself after losing Anna, and I didn’t blame him.

“What makes her so special? I bet she has, like, a magic vagina or something. Plus, she’s probably slept with all three of them,” my friend mutters, looking at Silver.

I look away from Kellan just as he passes us and gasp at my best friend. “Sam, stop staring before she beats you up as well, and you end up in the hospital!”

“What? It’s not like she can hear me.”

I grab Sam’s hand and drag her down the corridor toward our English class. We take our seats near the front row, and I take out the reading book and wait for Mr. Daniels.

“Honestly, I guarantee you that she’s sleeping with one of them.” Sam points with the tip of her pen to the back of the class without looking.

I look over my shoulder toward the back and see the four of them sitting together, but neither of them speak to each other.

Silver sits beside Ryder as always. She always remains by his side.

I look over at Ryder, his expression remaining impassive as Silver strokes his arm compassionately.

Anyone could tell just by looking at her that she’s in awe of him.

Kellan, on the other hand, remains silent, sitting with his elbows on the table and his head resting between them.

Bane sits with his legs crossed on top of the table, his hands resting behind his head. He looks around the room like he’s observing everything around him. Only then did it hit me.

“Sam!” I hit her hand as I turn around, accidentally knocking the pen out of her hand.

“That’s my favourite pen.” She points down towards the floor. “It never hurt anybody.”

“Are they even supposed to be in this class? Why am I only realizing this now?” I motion, tilting my head toward the back of the room.

“It’s the middle of senior year so…no. The school doesn’t let people change courses in the middle of the year, but I don’t know. Maybe they worked something out with Mr. Daniels?” Sam suggests.

She picks up her pen and inspects the damage. “You owe me a new pen, by the way. This fountain pen was a birthday gift.”

“Yeah, sure.” I look toward the back of the class again, only to realize that they're staring back at me.

They really are intimidating.

Silver tilts her head to the side and stares at me with a hateful glare, while Bane’s jaw ticks.

I knit my brows and look towards Kellan. He smiles a small smile, his eyes crinkling at the sides when I smile back at him.

He only smiles for a second, then looks down at his desk again. I turn my head completely to face Ryder, and for the first time in years, I really take a good look at him.

He has a chiseled face with spotless, tanned skin and emerald-green eyes that keep me staring, but they hold no threat, nor hatred, just a pure, curious stare.

I look at him, and he stares back at me with a smirk. His lips are full, yet firm.

I bet he’s kissed a lot of girls with those lips…

After adjusting his beanie, he slicks his shiny black hair to one side and sticks his tongue out at me. I knit my brows in confusion again, and turn around.

“Asshole,” I mutter under my breath.

As I face the front of the class, all I hear is Ryder laughing from the back.

Shit! Can he read lips or something?

“Who’s the asshole?” Sam looks around the room to find the culprit, but only finds me staring at her.

She points to herself in panic. “If this is about the pen, don’t worry about it.”

“No, it’s nothing. I’m just not up for work tonight.”

I pick up the book and skim over the blurb.

“Behind on homework? I can help you at the diner tonight, if you want?”

“Thanks, but I’m sure I’ll be able to catch up in time.”

I pull out a pen from my pencil case just as the door to the classroom opens.

Is Mr. Daniels off sick today?

“Good morning students, my name is Mr. Edmund, and I will be your English teacher for the rest of the school semester. I believe you are reading the novel Wuthering Heights. Can anyone volunteer to start us off?”

He writes his name on the whiteboard as Oliver Edmund.

“Where’s Mr. Daniels?” Sam asks.

“I’m not obliged to share that information with you, Ms. Frey.”

He turns around and stares at Sam with a cold demeanor.

“Sir? We were promised to have our test results back today,” I say politely.

This practice test was everything I needed to pass next week's exam.

If I fail another class, I’m not sure how I was going to survive the rest of my senior year.

“Alice, isn’t it?”

He walks down the aisle, holding the clipboard that has everyone’s name, and tilts his head to the side.

“That is correct, yes,” I answer with a calm, collected voice.

“Always raise your hand if you have a question.”

He does a once-over on me, then walks to the front of the class, and points to the board.

“I’m your teacher now. Whatever Mr. Daniels taught you before, forget about it because he’s not coming back.”

He claps his hands together and looks at me. “Now, Alice, why don’t you start reading for us. Chapter eight, if you please?”

He sits down in the chair, and motions with his hand for me to start reading.

Where are you, Mr. Daniels?

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