MoboReader> Romance > The Hooded Figure

   Chapter 1 Getting Through Those Walls EDITED

The Hooded Figure By Natasha Larson Characters: 4926

Updated: 2018-06-04 18:25


"Charlie and Emma." My social studies teacher read aloud in a bored monotonous voice. "Mason and Jason, and finally, Amy and Trey."

I gaped at him. What? I looked back at Trey and found him doodling with his hood on, obviously. It's not that Trey is a bad guy... Well, no one really knows that for sure, but that's exactly my point!

"Go to your partners and discuss the project for the rest of the class." He said, covering his mouth as he yawned and started to doze off in his chair.

I took a deep breath and stood up. Everyone was milling around, trying to get to their partner though I had no problem with that, after all, I was in no rush. After everyone was settled, I found that Jade had left to sit with her partner, leaving the seat in front of Trey available.

I sat down and stared at his cloaked face. The shadows cast over his face were dark and I couldn't see anything but his chin. He was slumped in his seat and I seriously started to wonder if he was sleeping. "So are we going to do this project at your place or mine?" I asked.

I don't know how I'm going to get him to participate, let alone talk. If he does talk, it's only to Chad, his best-

"I'll do the project myself, you don't have to do anything." He spoke and I was astonished. His voice was deep and slightly gravelly, probably from lack of use.

I need to do this project to understand this topic in depth. I suck at social studies and I'll be damned if I let him do all the work.

"No, I want to do some of the project too." I protested, trying to mask my amazement. He actually spoke.

"Fine, then you do the project." Wait, what?

"Well, you still have to do your part." I stated with a frown as I adjusted myself so that I was basically straddling my chair.

"No." I looked around to see if anyone else heard the fact that I was having a full out conversation with Trey Hollands, but alas, everyone else was caught up in their own conversations. There's no way in hell anyone would believe me.

"Yes." I replied curtly.

"No."

"Trey Hollands, you will help me with this project or so help me God." I threatened, glaring at him harshly. It was a cringy mom voice and I only knew his last name because the teacher announced it whenever he did attendance, but it worked.

"Oh my God, for fuck sakes, fine." He said angrily, still hardly keeping his voice above a whisper.

"Good, my house or yours?" I asked once more. Usually I'd look the person

that I'm talking to in the eyes, but obviously I couldn't so I just stared at the dark shadow over his face. Of course I can see the faint outline of his features, but nothing too big. For instance, I have no idea what the colour of his eyes are or what colour his hair is. If he even has any for that matter. How does he cover his face like that?

"Um, how about neither?" He asked sounding somewhat nervous. Okay, that was just cute.

"Sure, where then?" I questioned, not bothering to ask why he didn't want to do it at either of our houses.

"I have a place." Was all he said. I shrugged, figuring he'd take us to a park or something.

"Am I meeting you there? I kind of need to know where I'm going to get there..." I trailed off, hoping he'd get the gist.

He tilted his head back as he yawned and I caught sight of his pink lips. They were full and I saw his tongue dart out to lick his lower lip before he lowered his head. I also caught sight of his hollow cheeks, almost hollow to the point of malnutrition.

"When are we meeting at this mystery place then?" I inquired, since he clearly wasn't going to tell me where it was. In all honesty, I was still astounded that he was speaking, to me of all people.

"You free after school?" He questioned, sitting up straight in his chair. I racked my brain for anything that had to be done and when I found nothing, I was relieved.

"Yeah." I said, assuming that he wanted to start after school.

"Meet me at my car." He told me as the bell rang, signalling the end of school. An excited smile grew on my face.

You know in bad boy books where they never let anyone touch their motorbikes, right? Well this is that moment for me. Trey has a black Camaro with a red racing stripe down the middle that I've always admired. He never lets anyone touch it, not even Chad. I nearly squeaked at the thought of riding in his car.

-----

I arrived at his car with my backpack slung over my shoulder. "Let's go." He said, sounding detached. I went around to the passenger door and he hissed, "What the fuck are you doing?"

"Um, getting in?" I replied sarcastically.

Thanks, captain obvious.

"You're not getting in my car, we're walking." He deadpanned. Oh.

He won't let Chad in it, why would he let me in it? I walked around the beautiful car and we started to walk down the sidewalk to Lord knows where.

I do know one thing though, I'm going to get through those damn walls.

Free to Download MoboReader
(← Keyboard shortcut) Previous Contents (Keyboard shortcut →)
 Novels To Read Online Free

Scan the QR code to download MoboReader app.

Back to Top