Lost Girl Ch. 05

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~ Journal Entry: December 8, 2014

After nearly three months of being in this school, I suddenly hit a realization. I might kind of, sort of, have a crush on Tristan. I know you’re probably thinking: wow, big surprise there, right?? But ever since we started hanging out in September, I’ve been trying to convince myself that I didn’t have any feelings for him.

Of course I know that denying reality never works, but the thing is, he likes my friend Kimi. So the last thing I need to be doing is harboring a crush on a guy that my friend is on the verge of going out with.

In case you’re wondering, yes, I do still like Lucas. But I can’t help wondering if that rumor about him sleeping with 15 girls is true. He said it wasn’t, but what if he’s lying? Not passing judgment on him or anything, because It’s totally his business if he wants to sleep with a lot of chicks. But I don’t want to be just another notch in his bedpost.

My gut instinct tells me that I should stop crushing on him, but that’s really hard to do when he’s always hanging out next to my locker and chatting me up between classes.

I always worry that Misty will see us and try to start some shit, but surprisingly, she never seems to show up when we’re talking. Every now and again I’ll see her in the halls and she’ll give me a dirty look, but for the most part, she pretty much leaves me alone.

Well, not much else to say, except that today will totally blow because Kimi’s home sick with the flu. Ever since the first day of school, we’ve always hung out together, so It’s gonna be weird being all alone at lunchtime. I would hang out with Tristan but strangely enough, he always disappears during lunch period, so I guess I’ll just have to eat solo.

Anyways, first period is about to begin, so this is where I’ll stop. Until next time…

Claudia ~

* * * *

As the bell rang for lunch, Claudia exited her Forensic Science class and headed for her locker to put away her books. Rather than eat in the cafeteria, she had chosen to bring food from home, and with an insulated lunch sack in hand, she closed her locker and made her way down the hall. Since Kimi was sick at home, she would have no one to chat with while enjoying her meal, but she did had a true crime novel that she’d been meaning to lose herself in for quite some time.

She was a few feet away from reaching the door that led to the sheltered lunch area when she spotted Tristan walking away from his locker, and in an effort to get his attention, she called his name.

Apparently her voice was lost in the commotion of students surrounding her, because Tristan continued on his way, weaving quickly through the bodies that crowded the long corridor. Trailing just far enough behind him so that he wouldn’t take note of her presence, Claudia followed him further down the hallway and through the double doors that led out of the school.

Not having been prepared for the torrent of rain that fell from the sky, Claudia briefly contemplated stepping back into the warm hallway from which she’d just exited, but her curiosity as to Tristan’s destination was too overwhelming to ignore.

As if hoping to deter Claudia, a gust of wind suddenly surrounded her, cutting right through the bell sleeve kimono jacket and slim fit jeans that were protecting her body. Luckily she had a fedora on, so her hair was mostly protected, and in an effort to keep her hat from blowing away, she held it down with her palm.

Walking with a smooth, confident gait that seemed to project a nonchalant attitude toward the gusty weather, Tristan splashed through puddles of water. With the wind blowing the rain around, it made it difficult for Claudia to keep her eyes on him, and she nearly lost track of his progress as he began to cross the parking lot. By the time he reached his car and got inside, she was still struggling to catch up, and broke into a light jog.

As soon as she reached his chocolate brown Lincoln Continental, she knocked on the passenger window. A few seconds passed before she noticed his face peek out at her from the backseat window, and as he cracked the door open to invite her in, she slid into the seat beside him.

“Hey,” she said.

“Hello.”

“So this is where you go during lunch.” Her eyes scanned the backseat area, which was massive enough for an adult to comfortably stretch out and take a nice nap.

“What do you want?” Tristan asked as he picked up his sketchbook and began to work on a drawing that was already in progress.

Stung by the unfriendliness in his voice, Claudia blinked a few times before giving a response. “Nothing. I just saw you walking in the hall and I thought I would follow you.”

“Why?”

“Because I never see you at lunch time and I wanted to find out where you went.”

“Well, now you know,” he snarkily said, and with eyes focused firmly on the pad in front of him, he continued to draw.

“Nevermind,” she said. “This was a mistake.”

She opened the door and stepped escort back out into the pouring rain, but the touch of Tristan’s palm against hers made her turn her head and look over her shoulder.

“Wait.” As he clasped her hand, his eyes seemed to implore her to stay. “Don’t go.”

She stood there staring at him for a few more seconds, and on noting the way that his expression visibly softened, she climbed back into the car and closed the door.

“Sorry for being a dick,” he said. “I’m just not in a great mood right now.”

“Wanna talk about it?”

Silence followed, during which the steady drumming of rain on the Lincoln’s roof could be heard.

“This school is wearing me down,” he finally blurted out.

“In what way?” She asked. “Is somebody picking on you?”

“Yes.”

“Who is it?”

“Several people,” he said.

“Names?”

It doesn’t matter.”

“It does to me.”

As more silence followed, the rain began to fall harder, steadily pounding out its urgent rhythm. It was at this moment that Tristan noticed Claudia was lightly shivering, so he slipped out of his green Army camouflage parka and offered it to her.

“You should have worn a jacket,” he said while handing her the coat.

“I am wearing a jacket.”

“I mean a proper one.” He waited until she’d buttoned up his overgarment before adding, “This Isn’t the kind of weather you can mess around with.”

“There wasn’t any sign of rain this morning, so I figured I would be okay.” Grateful for the cozy military jacket, she tightened the collar around her neck. “Thanks. I appreciate it.”

“No problem,” he said.

A few moments passed while they both just sat there before the stillness was broken by Claudia’s voice.

“So talk to me. Tell me what’s going on with you.”

“That school,” he said. “I can’t even make it through a whole day in there without feeling sick to my stomach.”

“You’re picking up on other people’s emotions?”

“Not only emotions, their energy and thoughts, too.”

“You’re telephathic?”

“No. When I say I pick up on thoughts, I mean that I get a general sense of what people send out. Instead of hearing actual words, I get a vibration.”

“Oh…” Uncertain of what else to say, she shifted her eyes away from him.

“Great. Now you think I’m crazy.”

“I do not,” she said while looking back at him. “I just don’t quite understand what you mean.”

“Of course you don’t. Nobody does.”

He turned his gaze to the blurry window pane and stared out at the cold, wet world. Sensing that he needed a moment to be alone with his thoughts, she sat in stillness, only allowing the sound of her breathing to break the calmness. Before very long, she was struck with the urge to reach out and hold his hand, and as she tenderly clasped her palm with his, he focused his attention back on her.

“I may not understand everything that you experience,” she said. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t be here to support you.”

As she looked at him, he looked at her, and for a moment it seemed as if they were locked into a never ending gaze. Yet just as suddenly as it had begun, the spell was suddenly broken by a sharp rapping on the window. With both their eyes turned in the direction of the interference, they peered out at a cross looking face. Uncertain of the identity of their unwelcome visitor, Tristan slowly rolled down the window, and as wind whipped into the car, it brought along with it fat drops of rain.

“Hey, you two. What are you doing in there?” Asked a middle-aged man who was dressed in a yellow slicker with the school’s arrow and feather emblem on it.

“Talking,” said Tristan.

“That all you up to?”

“Does it look like we’re doing anything else?”

Taking that as an invitation to poke his head in further, he allowed his eyes to drift to their lower regions before giving them each a long, hard stare. “Just because you have your clothes on, doesn’t mean you’re not up to something.”

“We’re just sitting here talking,” Claudia said. “Honestly, we haven’t been doing anything else.”

The security guard seemed to think her words over for a moment before the crease between his bushy eyebrows finally smoothed out.

“This storm is pretty bad,” he said. “For your own safety, I suggest you kids get back inside that school.”

A crackle of static came through his walkie talkie as he turned away from the car, and with brisk, purposeful steps, he carried on with his patrol of the high school parking lot.

“Geez, what a tight ass,” Claudia said as Tristan rolled up the window. “Did he seriously think we were having sex out here?”

“Some people do,” he said before quickly adding, “Not that I’ve seen it with my own eyes, or anything. I’ve just heard about it happening.”

“Uh huh.” A wide grin crossed her face.

Noticing the insulated lunch bag on her lap, Tristan gestured towards it. “Is that your lunch?”

“Yep.”

“Are you going to escort bayan eat it?”

“Yeah, why? Do you want some?”

“Nope. Just thought you might want to get a start on it before the end of the lunch period.”

“What time is it anyways?”

He glanced at his cell phone before answering. “12:15.”

Claudia unzipped her lunch sack and retrieved an egg salad sandwich before also pulling out a pickle and a can of Dr. Pepper. Her mouth watered in anticipation of the food she was going to eat, but instead of hogging it all to herself, she offered one of the triangle shaped halves of the sandwich to Tristan.

“It’s okay. You enjoy it,” he said.

“You already ate?”

“No.”

“Then take it.”

A few beats of hesitation passed before he grabbed the sandwich from her hand, and with unbridled enthusiasm, he wolfed it down in only two bites.

“Wow, you really are hungry, aren’t you?” She asked. “Did you forget to pack your lunch?”

He nodded, wiping off his mouth with the back of his hand before stuffing the soft crust into his mouth.

“You’re welcome to half my pickle, if you want it.”

“No, I’m good,” he said.

“Sure?”

“Positive. And thank you for sharing.”

“Anytime,” she said.

Claudia only had time to finish her half of the sandwich and chug down her Dr. Pepper before the screen of her cell phone informed her that there was less than ten minutes remaining before fifth period, so she stuffed her pickle back into her lunch sack and zipped it closed.

Clearly unconcerned with getting to class on time, Tristan scribbled away in his sketchbook. He didn’t even look up as she cleared her throat, but when she called his name, he did grunt in acknowledgment.

“Aren’t you coming?” Claudia asked as she opened the door.

“Yeah. In a bit.”

“Okay.” She watched him for a few moments before saying, See you later, then.”

As soon as she closed the door behind her, she made a dash for the entrance of the school, where she briskly ran up the flight of steps and into the warm, dry hallway. She was already at her locker when she discovered that she was still wearing Tristan’s green Army jacket, and after pulling her messenger bag out of her locker, she contemplated taking off the coat.

Soon she would be in a nice, warm classroom, so a heavy Army jacket wouldn’t be of much use to her. But as she stood there contemplating whether or not to stuff it into her locker, she realized that she really didn’t want to.

It wasn’t just Tristan’s musky scent that was embedded in the jacket, but the fact that he had given it to her out of gentlemanly kindness. She’d always been a sucker for chivalry, so keeping the jacket on was pretty much a no-brainer.

Claudia slammed her locker shut, then headed down the hallway, weaving her way into the flock of students. And with the scent of Tristan’s manly odor comforting her, she hurried off to Biology class.

* * * *

Lucas Good Blanket hadn’t always been a pussy chasing delinquent. In fact, he had gone through all four years of middle school carrying around the nicknames of “nerd” and “mama’s boy.” Since as early as he could remember, he and his mother had been inseparably close. So close, that he had often preferred to stay at home and cook side-by-side with her, rather than go on fishing and hunting trips with his father.

And as he grew from a young boy into a gangly preteen, his love for cooking hadn’t wavered a bit. Rather than embrace his son’s culinary interests, his father had made jokes about his talent for cooking, and often compared his own childhood with Lucas’s.

“When I was your age, I was playing a hand drum, or out hunting and learning how to ride horses,” he’d say in a reprimanding tone of voice. “Not cooking bannock and making fishhead stew.”

Rather than feel ashamed, Lucas had tried to explain to his father that cooking was something he enjoyed, while hunting and fishing were seen as chores. But his honesty only earned him disapproving looks, and stern words that cut right through him like a lance.

His mother, who was the most nurturing and loving person he’d ever met, had tried on many occasions to explain where his father was coming from. She had not only made it clear how important it was for him to take on certain responsibilities as a male, but that it was a man’s duty to provide and protect for the women in his home.

~ “You’re a *ninawa*, she had said to him. “If you don’t carry on the traditions of a Blackfoot man, how will your own sons ever learn?” ~

At the time he had felt hurt and even a little betrayed that she’d chosen to side with his father. But as his voice continually deepened and his interest in girls began to blossom, Lucas had begun to spend less time in the kitchen with his mother, and more in the strip of mountains known as Badger Two Medicine, where he was taught by his father how to live off of plants and animals, just as their ancestors did.

By the time bayan escort he’d turned thirteen, his dedication to becoming a champion hand drummer was all he could think about, so fishing and hunting trips were kept to minimum. But he had never forgotten the survival skills that his father had instilled in him. Along with being taught how to create primitive weapons, Lucas had also been educated on how to hunt and stalk without leaving any trace of his presence.

~ “You need to learn how to move in the forest completely undetected,” his father had said while demonstrating the barefoot walking technique. “It’s essential to becoming a skilled hunter.”~

At the time that his dad had spoken these words, Lucas had been eager to gain his approval, so while keenly watching the movement of father’s feet, he had learned what the “Fox Walk” was all about. And from that day forth, he’d become highly skilled in the art of stalking and hunting elusive prey.

Shaking off the memories that had occupied his mind for the past ten minutes, Lucas came back to the present moment. He continued to stare hard through the pitted windshield of his Chevy pickup truck, and that was when he came to the realization that he was currently stalking a prey of the human kind.

For the past forty minutes, he’d had his sights set on a chocolate brown Lincoln Continental that was parked in a spot directly across from the lane where his truck was currently positioned. From where he was situated, he had an almost perfect view of the large hunk of metal and chrome, and ever since the beginning of the lunch period, he’d been unwaveringly eyeing it.

He didn’t like admitting this to himself, but jealousy had reared its ugly head, and he was currently in the throes of a fiercely violent struggle. It made him disgusted to even think that he was feeling this way, but he was powerless to stop the unpleasant emotions that were coursing through him.

From the moment he’d seen Claudia climb out of the backseat of the Lincoln, he’d found himself struggling to come to terms with the fact that what he’d observed hadn’t been a figment of his imagination. He’d even tried to convince himself that the person he’d seen was someone different, but that attempt at denying reality hadn’t proved successful at all, because he knew damn well that she was the only black girl on the entire reservation.

*No use in trying to lie to yourself,* a voice inside him said. *She fucked him, and you know it.*

But had she?

The rain pounded harder against the top of his truck, and as drops of water began to trickle through the tiny hole in the roof, he quickly plugged it up with a couple of fast food restaurant napkins. Turning his attention back on the Lincoln, Lucas steadily willed Tristan to get out.

Not because he wanted to confront him, but because he was a keen observer of body language. If Tristan *had* gotten laid, then there would be a bounce in his step, a shit eating grin, or some other indication that he was happy. A guy didn’t get to blow his wad in a pretty girl like Claudia without somehow giving it away in his body language.

One minute passed, then two, before he uttered a long, frustrated sigh. A glance at the dashboard clock told him that less than a minute remained before the end of the lunch period, but he couldn’t have been any less concerned. It wasn’t the first time he’d ditched the last two classes of the day, and it definitely wouldn’t be the last.

As dime sized drops of rain continued to pelt the windshield, Lucas’s mind began to drift, recalling the phone call that he’d made only twenty minutes ago. All it had taken was the press of a few buttons on his mobile, and he’d been connected to the campus security officer.

Stating that he wished to remain anonymous, Lucas had promptly informed the security guard that “suspicious activity” was taking place inside of a dark brown Lincoln Continental that was situated in the back of the school’s lot. He’d even provided the license plate, and after thanking the security guard for his assistance, Lucas had ended the call and simply waited.

It only took two minutes before a man in a bright yellow slicker began trudging across the rain soaked parking lot, and while crouching down in his seat so that he wouldn’t be spotted, Lucas watched the security guard knock on the Lincoln’s backseat window.

Although Lucas hadn’t been able to see inside of the automobile from where his own truck was parked, it hadn’t stop him from trying, and with eyes that were keenly strained, he’d tried to make out the shapes of Claudia and Tristan. A short while later, the security guard turned and headed away from the car, but instead of feeling a sense of satisfaction at having snitched on them, Lucas only found that his curiosity had been fueled.

Had they or hadn’t they? The answer should have been simple enough and perhaps it was, but he just didn’t want to fully admit it to himself. But why not? It wasn’t as if he knew Claudia well enough to have developed serious feelings for her, and it wasn’t as if he was in love with her, so just why *was* he so obsessed with the idea of her banging that loner weirdo? If she’d fucked him, she’d fucked him. So why couldn’t he just get over it already?

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