Caeleste High by Kennedy Harkins, Erin Baker (good fiction books to read .TXT) 📕

mean junk food, then yes, Cassie needs nourishment too,” I copied his tone.

I didn’t wait for his response, instead I walked into the small store that resembled a log cabin and walked to the candy aisle.

Sure, I know that everyone now-a-days is all about ‘counting those calories’ and that fat and candy are bad for you. My only argument is that I knew they were helping me into an early grave and I was down with it. Those people obviously don’t get that ‘ah’ moment when you bite into a warm chocolate bar or a sour gummy worm. Heaven.

I started at the far end and started shoveling into the cart at least three of all my favorites, I had a feeling that when school started I would be in need of some major comfort food. This was one of the many times I wish I had a best friend, someone to watch movies with, gossip about bitches and cute boys, you know normal stuff.

Deep in thought I made my way to the check-out, barely even noticing that everyone was staring. No not staring that sounds to polite, they were ‘I want to slit your throat you vapid whore’ glaring.

It wasn’t until everything had been charged and paid for that I really started feeling uncomfortable, like I had preformed some kind of huge public ‘no no’ I grabbed the change and ran to find Caine.

I was to busy looking behind me to make sure no one was chasing me with pitch forks that I didn’t pay any mind to were I was going.

BAM! I found myself sprawled out on the floor after colliding with something human like.

“Damn, Cassie, watch were you’re going,” Caine chuckled from above.

Did I say human? I meant stupid ugly slug monster.

“Hurry up, we need to leave.”

“Why?” He sounded completely confused, so I guessed no one was giving him the evil eyes. Maybe it was a chick thing...

“Never mind why, just go,” I sighed impatiently as I shoved him towards the check out.

He shrugged and carried his items to the front. I looked around at the people who had been so vicious, but now with Caine’s appearance they went back to being regular friendly towns people. I rubbed my temples, it was like I had been zapped into a strange horror movie where the monsters only appeared when I was the only one looking.

Back in the car Caine sensed my distress, so instead of asking me about it he decided to cheer me up. At first he was unsuccessful, but them he turned on the radio and mimicked Kelly Clarkson’s “A Moment Like This”. Before long I was rolling on the floor hold my stomach in an extreme laugh attack.

We drove around for a while singing along to the radio, but in the end I wanted to go home. At some point you just can’t stop yourself from yelling, “Yo! Got a problem bitches?” So, it was probably best to go before anything like that went down.

I thanked Caine quickly and ran up to my room. My entire body was filled with dread for tomorrow and all the glaring eyes.

Chapter Five: My Kind?

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BEEP BEEP! I was jolted out of LaLa land by the annoying sound of my alarm. Hitting the snooze button I tried to go back to my happy place, but to no avail. My head was filled with thoughts and fears of the day ahead. The first day in my new school. Lugging myself out of bed, I headed straight for the bathroom, only to find the door locked, and Caine’s horrible rap music seeping through the cracks in the wood door.
Pounding on the door with my fist, I yelled, “Caine! What the HELL do you think you’re doing using my bathroom?”
I heard a muffled reply that sounded something like, “Daaterosentworfinyathrom.”

“What?”

Just then the door opened and steam spilled out, Caine’s big head sticking out.

“I said, The water doesn’t work in my bathroom. Something with the pipes.”

Furious that this was how I was supposed to start my school year, waiting on Caine to get his ass in motion, I wasn’t going to take it.
Storming down the stairs, I was surprised to find my dad sitting at the table, reading the Times Newspaper, and drinking his morning cup of coffee. I was almost like our family was normal. It fazed me for a second, seeing my dad there, but I then remembered why I came down.

“Please explain to me why Caine is using my bathroom, and what is so wrong with his, that he can’t walk the three feet it takes to get there?”

Folding the news paper, my dad finally looked me in the eye. “Well it’s simple really, the construction crew messed up the pipes in your brother’s bathroom. They won’t be able to come and fix them for another week or so.”

“Meaning?” I already knew the answer, but I had to hear it from him.

“Meaning, that you will have to share a bathroom with your brother for a while. It’s okay, a little quality time with your brother will do you some good, and you might even learn to share once in a while,” he explained quickly and got back to his paper.

Just peachy. If you’ve ever met a 17 year old boy you’d understand why I so didn’t want to share a bathroom. He’d probably steal my bra and hang it on the flag pole outside the school. I shuddered at the thought.

I grumbled to myself all the way up the stairs. Coming to a stop in front of my bathroom, I pounded on the door.

“Caine Raymond Mills, if you don’t get out of there by the time I get to zero I will kick your butt so hard you’ll need extensive surgery; to remove my foot from your ass,” I spit with just enough menace and volume so that he would hear me.

He opened the door and gave me a quizzical look, “Yeah, keep talk’n like the lady that you are; I’m sure all the guys will come running.”

“I’m not exactly looking for a man as of current,” I chuckled.

He nodded his head in all seriousness, “That’s probably for the best, because if I found out you were I’d have to bury him next to your hamster in the rose garden.”

“You leave Fluffy out of this!” I glared at him. I had never quite forgiven him for the time I went away to summer camp and he had forgotten to feed my pet hamster, some wounds just don’t heal completely.

After I had made myself presentable and gloated a little over my bathroom victory, I was ready for school. Well, mostly. I still would have much rather crawled under the covers and hid, but I didn’t think Caine would allow that.

“Let’s go, squirt,” Caine bellowed.

I rolled my eyes at his pushiness. He didn’t want to do this anymore than I did, he just had to be a ‘manly’ ape about it. Tossing my bag over my should I skipped down the stairs. This day was going to be trying enough without me going out of my way to be in a crappy mood.

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We drove through the winding roads that lead to the school. Some how, the woods lining each side of the road seemed less menacing then they were that first night. At one point the trees became a blur of green, thanks to Caine’s driving.

“Are you sure that you know where your going? I would really like to be on time for my first day of school, you know... not bring any more unneeded attention.” I jabbed.

With out missing a beat Caine replied, “Nope, I thought that we would just take a drive, may be get lost somewhere and starve to death out here.”

Shooting him a glare, I fumed. For some reason, since I got up this morning, my emotions were everywhere. In the back of my mind I wondered if I was PMSing.

That thought was quickly snuffed out by the building looming up out of the green in front of us. It appeared to be a castle, but at a closer look, you realized it had a really modern look. The outer wall was surrounded with a metal fence, not those ugly chain link ones, but the ones that you saw on some million-air’s estate. Beyond the fence was the most astounding building, more like buildings, I have ever seen. Even living in Manhattan, none of the most prestigious homes matched this. The walls glinted in the morning sun, giving the school a mysterious feel. The spirals seemed to reach the heavens. Pulling up to the wrought iron gate, I wasn’t quite sure what was supposed to happen. We sat there for a moment, waiting for something to happen. Just then a loud voice came over the speaker.

“State your grade, names, and address.” the voice screetched.

Caine and I looked at each other, shrugging he turned his head to the microphone place under the speaker.

“Junior, Caine Mills, 5600 Grand Travese Road.” Caine spoke loudly.

“NEXT!” it scratched. Reminding me of those contest shows that are always showing on TV.

“Sophomore, Cassie Mills, 5600 Grand Travese Road.” I said.

There was a silence, and then the huge gates opened smoothly without a sound. Pulling through the gates, Caine was directed to a parking lot, placed behind the school, where it wasn’t visible from the road.