From a Dream: Darkly Dreaming Part I (14 page)

“It was. I’ll walk you to class, and from now on, I want you to tell me
exactly
where you’re going to be.”

“That’s a little excessive, don’t you think?” I asked with a frown. “I mean, if you’re that worried, what about calling the police? Seriously.”

“Just don’t go anywhere by yourself without telling me.”

His eyes were still burning into mine, and I found myself nodding instead of arguing. Will picked up my bag and shoved the Hemingway into a pocket before leading me into the hall toward Ms. Gilbert’s classroom. As we walked, I remembered lunch with Sean and Lizzie. I wondered if that counted as going somewhere alone. Did alone mean
alone
or without Will?

“I’m going to lunch with Sean and Lizzie,” I said hesitantly, still trying to determine why I felt so shaken from the incident in the classroom when nothing had happened.

“Then I’m coming with you.”

His tone implied that the subject wasn’t up for debate.

“I’m supposed to be setting them up,” I added. “It would be strange with you there.”

It
would
, wouldn’t it? Will smiled genuinely for the first time since I had seen him the evening before.

“Trust me, it won’t be awkward. Think of it as a double date, if that helps.”

He smiled in that way that made my stomach somersault. Then I winced. Because he was joking—obviously. We arrived in front of Ms. Gilbert’s room.

“Remember, no wandering off alone,” he said, raising an eyebrow. “Promise me?”

I nodded once, but he had already turned down the hall, floating away, his stride, as always, exceptionally graceful for the speed at which he moved. English passed by unremarkably. I was several chapters ahead in the reading—one of the benefits to having no life outside of school.

When class ended, I gathered up my things and walked into the hall. I stopped short, startled. Will was already outside waiting for me. I noticed with relief that I had—for the most part—passed the point of caring what other people thought seeing me with this beautiful stranger.

Still, I wasn’t used to the fascination Will attracted. He appeared oblivious to the staring as we walked down the hall, and—really—I could have been invisible next to him. I hadn’t noticed before, mostly because I had been paying so much attention to
him
, but Will’s mere presence rendered passing students—even teachers—momentarily stunned. They just stared like deer caught in headlights.

At Mr. Anderson’s class, Will kept his gloved hand at the small of my back. Today I was with it enough to appreciate the look of shock on Allison Monroe’s face as Will guided me to my seat. Throughout the class period, I was able to concentrate well enough to answer when called on, even though ninety percent of my attention was focused behind me where Will sat only inches away. I tried to come up with a decent excuse for suddenly inviting Will to the lunch I had set up for Sean and Lizzie, but I couldn’t think of one. When class ended, Will followed me to Sean’s desk.

“Hey,” I called as casually as I could to Sean.

“Hey, Casey. How’s your—”

I kicked his foot under the desk, and when Sean noticed Will standing silently behind me, he straightened considerably.

“Sean, this is Will,” I said, my voice superficial and overly cheerful to my own ears. “Will, this is Sean.”

Sean stood up and straightened to his full height, which was still more than half a foot shorter than Will. I stumbled a bit as Will extended his hand in a lightning fast gesture. Sean flinched as well. I hadn’t yet shared the company of a third party for any length of time in Will’s presence, and it was a peculiar sensation, similar to having a witness after stumbling upon a rare creature. Will’s fluid, unexpectedly swift movements had, in the absence of comparison, seemed natural. For him. But next to Sean, Will’s presence took on an even more extraordinary quality. Like a unicorn, I thought.

“I was talking to Will, and he’s never been to Ford’s … So, I told him he could come with us.”

“That’s cool,” Sean said evenly, still studying Will.

I tugged at Sean.

“Lizzie is meeting us at your locker. We should get going.”

I rushed out of the room ahead of them, but Will caught up to me, keeping pace effortlessly. Sean joined a second later on my other side. I breathed a sigh of relief when we turned the corner. Lizzie was already waiting with a nervous expression. I looked over and saw Sean’s expression had changed, too, and if Will hadn’t been with us, I could tell Sean would have said something before we reached her. Walking ahead of Sean and Will, I waved at Lizzie.

“Lizzie, this is Sean, the guy I was telling you about.” I winked at her, and she smiled gratefully. I turned to Sean. “Sean, this is Lizzie.”

Sean stepped forward, and I smirked when he stood speechless for an extra second.
Smooth, Sean, real smooth
, I thought dryly.

“It’s nice to meet you,” he said finally as he held out his hand.

Lizzie blushed as she reached out.

“Hi.”

I almost cleared my throat when neither of them broke the handshake. Instead, I gestured to Will.

“And Lizzie, this is Will … my partner from AP History,” I sighed.

Will smiled pleasantly at her, and Lizzie said hi. But she barely took her eyes off of Sean. I was surprised, given Will’s ability to distract and astound anyone in the general area.

“Sean, Lizzie, I’ll ride over with you guys. Will, you want to meet us there? You know where it is, right?”

Will shot me a look before nodding. I really wasn’t interested in having any witnesses to Will’s total disregard for traffic laws, and I couldn’t imagine him in the backseat of Sean’s two-door. When we got outside, I was relieved that Lizzie and Sean chatted while I walked a couple of paces behind. My role as chaperone had already taken on a superfluous quality, and I sighed.
Well, three’s a crowd
, I thought. We reached Sean’s car, and I climbed into the backseat to let Lizzie ride up front with Sean. I stayed quiet during the drive, thankful that they were hitting it off.

The parking lot at Ford’s was crowded, but I didn’t see Will’s motorcycle—or the Aston Martin—when we pulled in. Still, I knew he had arrived before us. The restaurant was packed with kids from school, and it took a second before I finally caught sight of Will, who had grabbed a table by the window.

He stood as we approached, and my stomach somersaulted—again. I just couldn’t get used to his perfection. It left me gasping for breath every time I saw him, just like the first time he had walked into class. Honestly, I was really starting to hate my reaction to him, because it made me feel like a little girl with a lame crush on some unattainable pop star.

“Why don’t you hold the table while we order?” Will said to me as he gestured to Sean.

Sean took Lizzie’s order and then turned and winked at me, which I hoped meant that he could remember my usual. I pulled cash from my wallet, but Will was already heading toward the line with Sean. When Lizzie and I sat down across from each other, she squeaked.

“I can’t take it! He’s so cute!”

At first I thought she was talking about Will. Then I smiled in relief. Will wasn’t really what anyone would call
cute
. Delicious, distracting, divine … I blushed.

“I think he really likes you,” I told Lizzie. “You guys make a good couple.”

It was true, but it also forced me to acknowledge how mismatched Will and I were together. In fact, the only reason we were even remotely connected was because some psycho from Will’s past had decided that stalking me would somehow get to Will—but Will still wouldn’t tell me
why
, which was the most frustrating part.

“Serious? You think he likes me?” Lizzie asked nervously.

I smiled again.

“Oh, no doubt.”

Lizzie’s eyebrows rose with expectation.

“What about you and Will? Are you guys
together
together—?”

I shook my head and looked down just as Sean and Will returned to the table, ending our conversation.

“Oh good. Aven didn’t eat you while we were gone,” Sean said, wiping his brow with pretend relief as he settled next to Lizzie.

I rolled my eyes at him, but Sean ignored me and continued with a grin.

“No, seriously. It’s not safe to withhold food from her. She’ll tear your freaking head off. Aven’s a psycho when she doesn’t eat,” he added as he placed a burger and fries in front of Lizzie. “Here you are, mademoiselle.”

I was going to have to lift my jaw from the table. Sean was being absurdly charming. Will had slid in next to me while I was studying Sean, who was laughing at Lizzie’s imitation of Mr. Morgan’s nasal monotone. I looked down and saw that my food had been arranged in front of me. Glancing apprehensively toward Will, I was momentarily afraid he was going to sit through lunch without eating—again. I let out a breath when I saw a tray of food in front of him. Then his eyes met mine, and I lost all train of thought. Somewhere at the edge of my consciousness, I noticed something different about him, but I couldn’t place it.

Flustered, I turned back and listened to Sean telling Lizzie a story I had heard a few million times since summer. She laughed and turned toward him as they ate. Trying to be inconspicuous as I glanced over at Will’s tray, I noticed the food seemed to be disappearing in increments without me ever actually
seeing
him eat anything. Lizzie and Sean were too distracted to even notice our presence at the table, and I felt reluctantly grateful that I had a date of my own, even if he wasn’t a date.

A few more minutes passed, neither Will nor I having said a word, and I finally gave up on relaxing enough to enjoy my lunch and left my food half-eaten. Resting my hand on the bench, I continued to watch Sean and Lizzie, feeling a mixture of victory and defeat as they laughed and unconsciously leaned toward each other.

Studying the patterns in the Formica table, I let my mind wander into dangerous territory. I thought about how it had felt being in Will’s arms during those brief seconds in Mr. Blake’s classroom. Looking over at him, I felt my heart rate pick up. I barely knew this guy. Plus, he was way out of my league. And I was totally falling for him.

Oh … no. This so wasn’t good. It suddenly made perfect sense why so many songs were dedicated to the subject of unrequited love. I bit my lip. No wonder I felt so out of control around him.

Without so much as shifting in his seat, Will brought his right hand down next to mine. His finger barely grazed my pinkie, but I jumped as a jolt of adrenaline spiked through my bloodstream. Again, my body was sending warning signals to my brain, this time stronger than before—to run away from him. Because I was going to get hurt. When I sneaked another look at him, he appeared engrossed in whatever Sean was saying, clearly oblivious to my freak-out over our fingers brushing. The hammering beat of my pulse continued to sound in my head, and I blushed.

“Right, Aven? You remember?”

I looked up and saw Sean staring at me, waiting for a response. Tearing my hand away from Will’s touch, I tried unsuccessfully to unscramble my thoughts.

“Sorry, what?” I asked, still dazed.

He rolled his eyes.

“Never mind. Are you guys ready to go?”

I nodded eagerly, anxious to spend a few minutes out of Will’s presence and untangle my thoughts. Maybe then the logical side of my brain would override the ridiculous side that was telling me I was in love with a beautiful—and potentially crazy—stranger.

“Do you mind if I take Aven back to school?” Will asked.

When Sean began nodding, I scowled. Even Will’s most half-hearted smile seemed to have the ability to hypnotize anyone in his presence.

“No problem,” Sean said quickly.

What the hell? Did I detect a note of eagerness in Sean’s tone? So much for my friend’s ax-wielding stranger theory about Will. In Sean’s defense, though, I couldn’t really imagine anyone saying no to Will.

When we got outside, it was pouring rain again. Sean and Lizzie rushed through the parking lot to Sean’s Civic while I followed Will to the street. Given the weather, I was profoundly hopeful that Will had driven a four-wheeled vehicle to school, and I was rewarded to find the Aston Martin waiting on the street, hidden from view of the restaurant. He opened the door for me, and the moment I settled into my seat, the door whooshed shut.

Still reeling from his touch, I fidgeted with the armrest as Will got in on the driver’s side a few seconds later. Searching for something to distract me, I remembered the man from Mr. Blake’s room.

“You never told me how that guy found me,” I said tentatively as he began driving toward school.

Will’s hand flexed on the steering wheel, giving the only indication that he had registered my statement. The silence stretched out, and I continued to fidget, pulling my hair behind my ear and searching my pockets for a hair tie.

“I told you,” he said more harshly than I expected. “He’s been following you.”

When Will stopped at a stoplight, I sat up straighter in my seat.