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• Chapter 21—
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• Taylor waved as we separated to our different 4^th periods. He had Piano Lob while I had History. As I sat down, I began wondering of how things were going to proceed today now that I was mad at Eros. Should I write to him? Or should I actually pay attention to the lesson. What if he wrote first? Would I respond? Time could only tell. I sat down in the normal spot with my notebook, our notebook, on my desk, ready to be used at any moment. If at all. Mrs. Pier started off with some war and I knew I wouldn’t be able to grasp the concept of learning what she was babbling about. I leaned back in my seat and sighed heavily. My heart was racing with anxiety and my foot tapped rapidly on the carpet. Come on, Eros.....write something! I opened the notebook up in case I didn’t hear that familiar scratchy sound. Nothing.
• I had to calm down if I was going to make it through this day.....hopefully. 27 minutes passed by with me sighing endlessly as well as checking the pages for something new. I had given up on waiting, so I wrote down ‘Are you there?’ I was anxious more than ever to see his response. Minutes ticked away and still no answer. He always answered when I wrote to him! It was practically impossible to ignore a cold sketching on your arm. He was gonna hear a load of things when we got home from me if he didn’t answer soon. That I was sure of. Someone knocked on the door and a guy dressed in all white—a Chinese student button up shirt, dress pants, and dress shoes—glided into the room and handed a slip of paper to Mrs. Pier. He glimpsed at me before he left.
• “Jamie, there seems to be an item waiting for you in the office.” She announced. Confused, I got up, took the note, and walked outside. What was going on? I have never seen that student before. And why was he dressed so elegantly? So many questions ran through my mind as I made my way down to the said place. On the counter was a paper heart with a white feather on it. At first, I thought nothing of it until I realized it was the item waiting for me. I picked the feather up between my thumb and forefinger and held it in front of my face. It smelled like.....sweets. My eyes widened. It was Eros’ feather. But why would he send an Aid to come get me instead of handing it to me in person? Unless.......
• “Excuse me?” I said to the receptionist. She looked up at me through her glasses. “Did a lady ask for Sean Tuckerman?”
• “Uh....y-yes. She said there was an emergency back at their house.” She replied. My heart stopped.
• “How long ago did they leave?” I asked hurriedly.
• “About 5 or 6 minutes ago...” she pondered, checking her watch.
• The feather dropped soundlessly to the ground as I dashed out the doors.
• “Damn it, Eros!!!!” I shouted. Now I’m pissed. 1. for having to run to my house yet again, and 2. At Eros for being so stupid. A feather that belonged to his wing, what else could it mean?! Psyche had come to the school and picked him up! Ugh, that bitch! I gritted my teeth together to keep myself from yelling out incoherent things. As soon as I reached the house, I hurdled over the steps and barged into the house.
• “EROS!” I called loudly. I heard the sound of shoes on the wood floor and my heart skipped a beat.
• “Jamie? Oh, don’t tell mey ya skipped school again!” Keith whined.
• “There’s no time for that, Keith! Where’s Eros?” I urged. He raised one of his eyebrows.
• “He went to school, remember?” he said.
• “No....he’s not there.” I muttered looking down at my feet. His silence told me he was waiting for my explanation. “Psyche....” I sniffled looking up. Keith understood immediately, hurrying off to get his jacket and car keys. I asked him what he was doing. He said,
• “What do ya mean ‘what am I doing’? Ya don’t want Eros to leave, ay?”
• I shook my head and followed him outside.
• “Then get on.” he ordered.
• “You know where he is?!” I gasped.
• Keith smiled sheepishly at me and shrugged, “He wanted me tuh know where he would bey in case....ya know.”
• “Thank you so much, Keith!” I cried and hopped on the back of his black motorcycle. He handed me a helmet, revved the engine, and made a sharp u-turn. We sped down the path, the tires kicking dirt behind us from the velocity. My arms wrapped themselves around his torso tightly—I didn’t plan to fall off—and peeked over his shoulder. Good thing I had the helmet on because his wet hair (he washed it) was whipping against the plate.  Why would Eros leave without a word? He said he didn’t want to, yet he did. I didn’t want to think about what would possibly—and most likely—happen if we didn’t get there in time. Something white flickered in my peripheral vision in the thick trees. I turned my head to see what it was. It was gone. Keith abruptly stopped and I was sent thrusting into his back.
• “Jamie.......” a male’s voice growled. That voice.....Aww man!! I slid off the back of the bike and removed my helmet. There in our way, was Taylor, hair askew from being a dragon and breathing heavily. His hands were in tight fists and his eyes were fixed on me. So that’s what I saw running in the thicket.
• “Taylor, what are you doing here!?” I hissed.
• “I could ask you the same thing...” he muttered, glancing at Keith. He scoffed.
• “Look, I don’t have the time to stand around! I have to be somewhere!” I yelled.
• “Yea--school!”
• “That’s not what I meant!”
• Keith revved the bike from beside me. His response was a low seething sound in Taylor’s chest.
• “Move outta the way, boy.” He ordered.
• “Do as he says.” I insisted. Taylor ignored both of us, so I gave in and explained our situation. I told him how “Sean” was actually Eros and then about him leaving with Psyche. When I was done, he apologized countless times to me and then proposed something.
• “It’s too dangerous for her to be on a motorcycle. So let me be her transportation while you lead the way.” He offered. Keith didn’t seem to be very convinced. “Think about it—I’ll just be over head and you’ll be down here on your motorcycle. No one will be able to see us because my scales help me blend in.”
• “That is a good idea...” I mused. Keith heaved a sigh.
• “If yaer fine with it, then I’m fine.” He nodded. Riding on a dragon should be fun anyways. Just the thought of it made my stomach churn.
• (Forgive meeee!!! *bows rapidly* my keyboard and mouse were missing for almost a month so i couldn't get on! im so sorry! BUT, the good news is, chapt 1 of "Black Hearted Me" is up. Also, a new story called "Let me love you...". so plz check that out! 16 votes for next chapt, thanks!~Dott)