Overworld Chronicles Books 1-2: Sweet Blood of Mine & Dark Light of Mine (2 page)

Katie raced back into the room. Apparently, she'd run into the hall to yell for help. "My God, you're alive," she said, sounding as surprised as I felt.

"Ungh?" I said. My mouth didn't want to work. Neither did my legs.

Katie tugged on my arm but she wasn't about to pull me off the floor without a winch. I rolled onto my knees and slowly pushed myself to my feet while she grunted and tugged on my arms. I hoped she didn't give herself a hernia. Nathan, thankfully, was too busy bleeding and crying for his mommy to do much else.

One of the school security guards raced into the room, gave a wide-eyed look at the disarrayed desks, and then bent down so I could throw an arm over his shoulder. He helped me stagger from the room.

"It was so scary," Katie told the guard. "Nathan and I were supposed to be doing an after-school project, but he kept asking me to go on a date with him. When I told him no, he freaked. Like, totally capital-F
freaked
. I should have listened to my dad and taken karate."

Katie continued her rapid-fire narrative while the guard directed her—and dragged me—into the Home Economics classroom and told us to wait there while he handled the situation. The room had no desks, only a couple of old couches and an industrial kitchen. I dropped onto a couch. Katie pulled up a chair and sat opposite me.

She stood my height. Long golden-blonde hair hung just past her neck. A freckle adorned her pert nose. And her eyes—those green eyes could start a rainstorm. She and her family had moved into town a couple of years ago. From the first time I'd laid eyes on her athletic body and gorgeous face I had been utterly smitten. Katie knew the popular crowd but never sold her soul to be a part of them. Cheerleading didn't appeal to her, and forget beauty queen contests. She was the real deal, a hot chick with a brain in her head and my heart in her back pocket.

Ugh, I'm such a romantic.

"You saved me," Katie said, lighting up the vicinity with a radiant smile.

My heart melted. "I did?" I said in my usual confident manner. "I mean, uh, I guess I did."

"What happened? How did you break his nose?"

Considering I could hardly lift my arms, I was certain an insane spike of adrenalin had saved my life. But I couldn't very well tell her I overpowered Nathan. Then every other football player would decide to put that braggadocio to the test. As it was, I would probably suffer in horrible and creative ways for this encounter.

"He tripped," I said.

She hugged me and pecked me on the cheek. "You're my hero. He could have killed you."

I shrugged. "I had to save the damsel in distress."

She put her hand over mine. Heat rushed up my arm and into my body. She smiled. "Did you feel that? I'm pretty sure we just became best friends."

Oh, I felt it all right. I wanted to burst into song and dance around the room. I felt like the man. The Westley to her Buttercup. Her knight in shining armor. I was on top of the world.

Unfortunately, it also meant I had a very long way to fall.

Chapter 2

The next day as I hopped on the school bus, all eyes locked onto me. Word had gotten around about my "fight" with Nathan. People whispered. Someone laughed.

"Congrats, Justin. You almost got our best football player expelled," said a guy from somewhere behind me.

I didn't turn to look. I didn't stop moving until reaching the back of the bus and settling into an empty seat next to the window. A wad of paper flew through the air and landed in the unoccupied seat ahead of me. I hunched down and looked out the window, watching as my tree-lined neighborhood vanished from sight and was soon replaced by the tall buildings of downtown Decatur, Georgia, one of many towns swallowed up in the sprawl of metro Atlanta. It was all I could do to ignore the jibes and taunts lobbed at me, but I was in no mood to get my butt kicked by standing up for myself.

I could hardly believe the school board had almost expelled Nathan. They never punished football players, especially not all-stars. The Quarterback Club was legendary for getting its way with anything. I probably should have been more worried about the potential fallout, but all I could think of was Katie and how she'd reward me for coming to her rescue.

After the bus reached the school I trudged into the basketball gymnasium where our beloved administrators corralled the students before homeroom began. I searched for Katie and noticed she sat with her two best friends, Jenny Matthews and Annie Holmes. The three of them looked at me then turned back to each other, glee in their eyes, mouths chattering at light speed. They could be talking about knitting sweaters for all I knew, but it didn't matter. It felt like every stray gaze was meant for me and every moving mouth was gossiping about my fight with Nathan.

I wanted to sit next to Katie. Wanted to see her smile, the curve of her lips, and know the light in those jade eyes of hers was meant for me. Instead, I veered right, walked up the bleachers, and took the first empty seat I found. I cursed myself for my inability to man up and take my rightful spot next to her. Then again, what made me think I even had a chance? My chubby frame, thick glasses, and long hair didn't exactly make me God's gift to women.

A group of Goth students entered the gym. Hoots and hollers rang out from behind me. I looked up and saw Nathan Spelman and the other football flunkies hurling insults at the odd group. My body went cold. I hadn't realized how close I was sitting to them. I tried to make myself small and unnoticeable. My generous proportions didn't cooperate. If the school board had almost expelled Nathan, why was he already back at school? I'd expected a suspension at the least.
Stupid jocks get away with everything.

The Goth group, two guys and a girl, tromped past in their platform shoes. Thank God they existed to take unwanted attention off me. I might be nerdy but at least I didn't look bizarre. As they passed me, the Goth girl's eyes widened and settled on me with such intensity that I turned away and checked for loose boogers. I couldn't tell if she was sizing me up for a cannibalistic ritual or wondering if I might be a good recruit to her group of weirdoes.

I stared at my
Lord of the Rings
backpack instead and decided now would be a good time to catch up on homework. Pushing my worries away, I made the finishing touches on my History essay due in another week. Going to MIT was my dream. History class wasn't exactly going to get me there, but I had to maintain decent grades across the board if I wanted to stand a chance.

The bell rang. I jammed my books into my raggedy backpack until it was bursting at the seams.

"Whoops!" said a deep voice. A large foot connected with my History book and notebook, sent them skidding down the bleachers and into the crowd of students filing out of the gym. Pages of my essay scattered, floating down to the floor to be walked on.

Nathan gave me a sarcastic look of surprise as he and his group of guffawing toadies sauntered past.

"Letters to your mommy?" one of them said.

Pure rage infected my body. I gripped my Calculus textbook in white-knuckled anger. Thankfully, some rational part of my brain locked my muscles in place before they led me to certain doom. I packed up my other books and waited for the crowd of students to die down so I could find my book and essay. My heart pounded anxiously. All that work, probably rendered illegible from footprints.

I retrieved the book from the bottom bleacher as the last few students filed out of the gym.

"This yours?" said a feminine voice.

I turned and was shocked to see the Goth girl handing me a sheaf of papers with dirty footprints all over them.

"Yeah, th-thanks," I said, stuttering slightly.

Her eyes were an amazing light violet hue lost in a sea of black eyeliner. Her gaze seemed to lose focus as if she were looking through my skin and into my mind. I felt very uncomfortable being the subject of that questing stare. I looked down at the trampled essay to avoid her eyes. When I flicked my gaze up again, she was already leaving the gym. I felt like a jerk for not being more grateful, but she creeped me out.

I made my way to homeroom which was bound to be another unpleasant experience since Katie's two best buds sat right behind me. Sure enough, Annie and Jenny's eyes widened the moment I stepped through the door. They huddled together and started whispering. Probably something terrible about me. I did my best to ignore them and dropped into my desk. I shuffled through my essay, wincing at how dirty the pages were. I had planned to type it out anyway. Just as long as I could still read it, I was good.

Jenny tapped my shoulder. "I'll bet you think you're the man now, don't you?"

Annie giggled. "Justin? The man? More like the boy."

I gritted my teeth and tried to think of something witty to say. Nothing came to mind except possibly calling them demonic parasites which, while descriptive, probably would not help me out with Katie. I made a show of reading my essay, pretending I hadn't heard them from all of two feet away.

"Guys are such creeps," Jenny said. "I don't even know why girls put up with it."

Annie gave the sigh of the long suffering. "Tell me about it. Like that skeezy Alan Weaver. He's such a stalker, always staring at Cindy Mueller like he wants to rape her."

I had a feeling these two would fit right in on a morning talk show some day, gossiping about movie stars, or maybe starring in one of the
Real Housewives
reality shows so they could tell a national audience about their terrible sex lives.

My eyes wandered toward the open door of the classroom. The hulking figure of Nathan stood there. He bared his teeth at me. Cracked his knuckles. Walked away.

I had the queasy feeling saving Katie had doomed me to an even worse fate.

Chapter 3

My phone beeped as the bell rang for first period. My heart raced when I realized it was from Katie.

Justin, you take Calculus, right? Want to study together?

Joy flooded me with warm buoyant ecstasy. Nathan could pummel me to a pulp. I didn't care. Katie liked me. Why else would she text me and want to study together? I was probably getting well ahead of myself but I had visions of me and Katie riding off into the sunset on a white stallion. Maybe even a unicorn. With wings. This was my chance to impress her with my mad math skills. She would fall in love with me, and BAM! Happy ending.

Yeah, I'm totally delusional.

I could hardly wait for lunchtime so I could tell Mark and Harry, my best friends, the great news. I couldn't wait to tell them how Katie was going to fall in love with me, all thanks to the power of Calculus.

Lunchtime arrived and I snagged our usual table. They arrived moments later. The two of them could have been brothers with their tall lanky frames and unruly brown hair. I delivered the good news about Katie and showed them her text on my phone the second they sat down. I'd been expecting some high-fives, a congratulatory speech, and maybe even some jealous looks. Instead, they wrecked my world.

"Dude, Katie just started dating Brad Nichols," Mark said.

The screen on my phone cracked from the intensity of my grip. "Brad Nichols?" My dreams of happily ever after faded to misery. "But I saved her from Nathan! What did Brad effing Nichols ever do for her?"

"It totally blows, man." Mark sighed. "I'm really sorry. But hey, I hear Gabby Hughes is available." He winked.

My heart pounded and ached. My stomach clenched. I wanted to throw up and roar with rage at the same time but ended up getting a bad case of hiccups instead.

I scanned the crowded lunchroom and spotted Brad sitting with a group of girls at another table halfway across the room. Katie didn't have the same lunch period or she might be sitting with him right this very moment. Brad had on his usual leather motorcycle jacket and bad-boy "I don't give a crap" smirk. He probably kept his black hair cropped close so he wouldn't walk around with dorky helmet-hair after zipping around on his crotch rocket.

I noticed Mark staring at Brad as well, a mix of jealousy and awe mixed on his face. "Don't tell me you wish you were him," I said even though somewhere in the back of my mind, a part of me raised its hand and shouted,
I want to be like him!

Mark gave me a guilty look and locked eyes with Harry. "I dunno. I mean, we're almost done with high school and what do we have to show for it? It'd be nice to at least have a girlfriend."

"We're number one in Kings and Castles," I said.

Harry shrugged. "So what? Don't get me wrong—I still love it." He glanced back over at Brad. "But why can't we have it all?"

Just great. Not only did Brad have Katie, but he was also luring my friends away from me. I wished fervently for the zombie apocalypse to strike so I could rescue Katie from the clutches of zombie Brad with a shotgun blast to his ugly face. I'd steal his motorcycle, grip Katie around the waist and pull her on with me before roaring away to safety. Scorching anger scalded my heart. It came unexpectedly in a boiling flood washing away all reason. My face grew hot and fists balled so tight my knuckles cracked.

My forehead felt like twin volcanos were erupting in my brain. I clenched my teeth in agony and pressed my hands to my face. Something sharp poked my fingers. Powerful odors overwhelmed my nose. Armpit stench. Hair chemicals. Old Spice.
Why is it always Old Spice?
Underneath it all was something different. Something sensual. Something very female. I unclenched my eyes and looked, but all I could see were blotches of color and blurs.

Another pulse of pain jackhammered my brain and the headache vanished. My eyesight snapped to normal. Mark and Harry regarded me with wide-eyed concern.

"You okay?" Harry asked. "Your face was beet red for a second there."

Mark chuckled. "I thought your eyes were gonna explode out of your skull."

"I'm fine," I said as the headache faded in an instant like the mother of all brain-freezes. I gave Brad Nichols the evil eye again and almost asked my friends what Brad Nichols had that I didn't. Stupid question. Over the course of my short life I'd made choices. Unhealthy choices, obviously. I'd eaten comfort foods and made myself fat. I'd never worked out at a gym or expanded my interests beyond Kings and Castles. In short, I was the blubbery sum of seventeen-plus years of bad decisions and now I was paying the piper. Maybe those choices were the reasons these horrific migraines were suddenly nailing me out of the blue. I might be dying from a brain tumor but all I could think about was Katie. I wanted to steal her from Brad and make her mine.