Shattered Promises Part 3

I'm squatting down searching the slim selection of books on the bottom row, when someone walks up behind me. Electricity gyrates through me and I know its Alex.

"Finding anything useful?" Alex asks, flopping down on the floor next to me with his back up against the shelf. "Because the stack on the table Aislin dug up is practically useless."

I slide a book out from the shelf and shake my head. "The selection here's c.r.a.p. We might have to go to the library across town." I turn around and sit down on the floor. "They have a better selection."

"Or we could just bail on the project all together."

"Why are you even in the cla.s.s?" I open the book, turn around, and sit down on the floor. "If you don't like the subject. It's not even required."

His grins. "An easy A."

"It's not that easy," I a.s.sure him as I skim through the chapter t.i.tles. "Take this project, which is turning out to be a pain in the a.s.s."

"Then why are you taking the cla.s.s?"

"I just love the stars, I guess."

"Are you sure that's it?" he questions with a.s.sumption in his tone.

I try to stay calm, but the fact that he's a.s.suming stuff about me makes me uneasy. What if he knows about my weird connection with the stars-how would he know? "No, that's it. Just a love for them."

His lips part and there's a strange look on his face as he leans in. "I think I need to..." The blond-haired girl comes strutting up the aisle, swinging her hips, and he trails.

"Well, looks like you have a stalker," I mutter.

A smile takes over his face. "Jealous?"

My fingers drift to the back of my neck, which is free from the p.r.i.c.kle and any new emotions. "I can one-hundred percent a.s.sure you that I'm not jealous."

He finds me perplexing as he studies me, but then the blond girl stops in front of us, and all his attention goes to her and her cleavage bursting from her top.

"I forgot to give you my number," she says and holds out a torn piece of notebook paper with a number scribbled on it.

Alex reads it over and the girl waits with her bottom lip in her teeth and her arms crossed. When he doesn't say anything, she asks, "So you're going to call me, right?"

Alex's eyes scale up her body to her face. "Absolutely."

She smiles and then shoots me a dirty look before walking away. When she disappears around the corner of the aisle, Alex b.a.l.l.s up the paper and chucks it into the shelves across from us. I give him a funny look and he simply shrugs.

"What?" he asks. "I'm not interested."

"But you just told her you would call."

He shrugs again and then absorbs himself in a book. "Don't pretend you're not glad I just threw that away," he says without looking up.

I run my finger down the page, trying to act uninterested, but there's no use trying to deny it. He laughs softly under his breath and then silence settles between us as we read through pages and pages of book after book. Somehow Alex begins to shift toward me and I don't notice until there's only a whisper of air between our bodies. I should ask him to scoot over, but I don't really want to.

He scoots over more until his shoulder magnetizes to mine. I freeze as my skin ignites and combusts like a flare, sending my body into a shuddering fit. Alex stiffens, but doesn't move. I slant my head toward him our eyes locked.

"Once upon a time there was a princess," a small boy smiles as he walks through the gra.s.s with a little girl. "And she was the most beautiful princess in the world."

"Was she smart?" the girl asks, spinning in circles with her hands out to the side.

"She was the smartest girl in the world," the boy says and grabs her hand to stop her from spinning. "And the strongest, but she didn't think so."

I blink the image of the children away, move back from Alex, and inhale sharply. What is that? And why has it only ever happened with Alex?

"Are you okay?" Alex's eyes examine me over like he's hunting for broken pieces hidden inside me. "You look pale."

I allow my hair to create a veil between us as my head tips forward. "I'm fine. I just have a headache."

"Are you sure?"

I nod, turn the page, and lean to the side to get away from the sweltering heat.

Alex releases out a slow breath, then tosses the book on the shelf and gets to his feet. "I think I'm going to bail out early."

I don't look at him. "Okay." Yes, gorgeous, beautiful guy, bail out. Bail out now. Run away from me before you find out just how crazy I am.

He starts to walk away, but dithers at the end of the aisle. "You're absolutely sure you're okay?"

I nod. "I'm fine."

He leaves me alone with a stack of books. I sit there reading through them, trying to pretend like I'm fine. That nothing is wrong. That I'm completely normal. But I'm only lying to myself. Things are far from normal-they aren't even close.

Chapter 4.

Lofty trees enclose around me. It's dark. The moon is an orb that makes the mountains look like rolling shadows and the snow is a sheet of crystal. A light radiates brightly in the distance as I hike through the forest, heading deeper into the trees, moving for it, my mind begging me to get closer.

As I step through the last of the bushes and out into the open, the light glows resolutely, like the stars above my head. I want to touch itneed to touch it.

"Don't touch it," a deep voice that I know very well rises over my shoulder.

I turn around to face it. "Why not?"

He's resting against a tree with his arms folded and he's dressed in dark jeans and a long-sleeve, black shirt. The radiance of the moon illuminates his face, making his eyes sparkle. "Because you don't want to. Trust me."

"You're standing out in the middle of the woods at night," I reply. "That doesn't scream trustworthy."

An amused smile tugs at his lips as he stands up straight. "I followed you out here." He walks toward me, narrowing the gap between us. "I thought I told you to wait inside the house."

I glance behind me at the light in the center of the snow, which has faded into a weak glimmer. "What is that?" Right as I say it, the light suffocates out.

Alex stops inches away from me and the warmth of his breath brushes my chilled cheeks. "Gemma, you shouldn't be wandering around out in the woods by yourself. It's dangerous." He leans in a little as he says it and our lips almost touch.

"It's just a forest," I say, breathless, and then joke, "I'm pretty sure all the bears are in hibernation."

He lets out a soft laugh. "That's not what I'm talking about." He places a hand on my upper arm and lets out a sigh. "We should go back to the house."

I move forward and graze my lips across his. "What if I don't want to?"

The connection of our mouths causes a zap of static to erupt and I let out a soft moan. His body tenses, but his warm tongue willingly enters my mouth. He tastes like mint and it melts me on the inside as his hands slip up the sides of my neck to my cheeks and then up to my hair. He pulls at the roots, tipping my head back so he can search my mouth more thoroughly.

"You feel so good," he murmurs against my lips as his hands slide around to my back and he pulls me closer. "So f.u.c.king good."

His words make me want to rip his clothes off. I feel around until I find the bottom of his shirt and then I sneak my hand underneath it, feeling his cold, but soft, skin, and his sculpted muscles.

"f.u.c.k! Your hands are cold." He inhales a sharp breath, his muscles tensing, and then he lets out a low laugh that sounds very close to a growl. Suddenly he jerks back and his eyes dart over my shoulder. "Run."

"What?' I say, but he's shoving me forward, back toward the house that's on the other side of the trees.

I stumble backwards as groups and groups of soaring figures ascend from the trees. They're everywhere, their eyes reflecting against the snow and the ice like fireflies.

Alex's arm snakes around me and he guides me behind him. "No matter what happens, make sure you run." Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out a knife and poises it out in front of him.

"What are you going to do-"

Before I can finish, he runs at them with the knife out. One steps forward, while the others open their mouths. The pale glow of the moon lights up the swirls and lines of their breaths as it fogs and laces around us like smoke. I duck to the ground as a cloud of it heads toward my face and envelops my body. An arctic chill sucks the breath from my lungs as I sink into the snow, no longer in control of my body.

I'm so cold and I can't breathe.

The last thing I see is Alex's body sinking lifelessly into the snow, then screeches envelop around me as a blanket of ice encircles my body, crushing my skin into my bones.

I'm dying, being smothered by the cold, and Alex is already dead.

I open my mouth and with every ounce of pain I'm feeling, I force out a scream that cuts through the night like a jagged blade.

I bolt upright in my bed, screaming at the top of my lungs and clutching at my blanket. Sweat drips from my forehead and trickles down my neck as my heart threatens to leap out of my chest. My gaze zips forward at a barrage of blinking eyes surrounding my room. They're everywhere, so blinding I can't tell where they're coming from. The air is cold and I can feel a breeze engulfing my body.

I jump up, flailing my arms as I trip toward the door, but by the time I reach it, the yellow eyes are gone. All that's there is the emptiness of my room and the darkness outside. I hurry over to the window, daring a peek at the parking lot outside. Most of the parking spots are filled and the lights on the carports are on. I can't see anything; no yellow eyes... no monsters...

I flip the lights on and press my hand to my heart as I slide to the floor. I feel defeated and alone as I take in my limited surroundings; the single nightstand with a simple lamp and my empty bed where no one else has ever been.

Empty. It's the one word that sums up my life.

Gripping on to the last of my will, I push myself to my feet. I need to try and get some answers; maybe then things will be a little easier. Heading out to the kitchen, I turn on the coffeemaker and then drop down at the computer desk in the corner of the dining room and open my laptop. I type in 'realistic, reoccurring dreams.' Links about physics pop up.

Even though it seems crazy, I click on a link and begin to read the article. "Reoccurring and very vivid dreams may be the window into future events that are going to happen. Or, some people believe that it may be a surfacing memory that a person has repressed as a coping mechanism."

Are my dreams either of these things? Have they happened and I just can't remember? Or are they going to happen? Sighing, I shut down the computer and get dressed in jeans and a black t-shirt. I pull on a coat, slip on my boots and then pour coffee into a stainless steel mug before heading out the door; feeling exhausted and emotionally drained.

I've been dreaming about the monsters for two months and I'm worn out. I just want a break from the images, and the feelings they manifest. It would be nice to maybe get an explanation, too.

I feel hung over and it's my busy day, too; three cla.s.ses and work. I'm sitting in Astronomy, half-alive with my eyes shut, an elbow propped against the table with my head resting against my palm. I'm just about to fall asleep when someone drops down in the chair beside me. The zap of electricity hits me at almost the same time the person sits and I jump in my seat as my eyes fly open.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." Alex sets his book on top of the desk and smiles. "I thought I'd sit by you today, if that's okay?"

I check over my shoulder, making sure there is no one behind me that he might be talking to. "Are you being serious?"

His eyebrows dip together as he shoves up the sleeves of his black shirt. "Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

I sigh, sitting up straighter. "Because I thought your nice-guy act would be an exclusive, one-time event."

He seals his lips together, stifling a laugh. "Well, it's not. Besides, Aislin isn't here today and usually I cheat off her, so I thought I'd cheat off you instead."

I shake my head as a smile slips through. "Whatever. You know the quizzes in this cla.s.s aren't multiple choice. There are questions that you have to answer in your own words."

"I'll just change a few words. No biggie." He raises his hips to take out his phone from his pocket as it begins ringing with "Save me" by Unwritten Law as the ring tone. He checks the screen and then presses the side b.u.t.ton until it shuts off before returning it to his pocket. "So how's your day going?"

"Fine, I guess." He's being normal and it's weird. Maybe he suffers from a mental illness too, because he is about as bi-polar as I am.

"You seem unsure." He slants his head toward me, grinning. "I thought that was a pretty simple question?"

"It was," I say, unzipping my jacket as the heat amid us intensifies. "I'm just a little out of it."

"Tired?"

"Yeah, kind of."

It becomes quiet and I find myself wishing we'd go back to arguing, just so I don't have to endure the silence.

"Wasn't cla.s.s supposed to start like five minutes ago?" Twisting his wrist, he glances at his watch.

Kinking my neck, I confirm the time on the wall clock behind me. "Yeah, but Professor Sterling is generally fashionably late."

Alex stares at the doorway as he deliberates something. "I say, if he's not here in five minutes, we skip out and go do something else. I need a break anyway. We could go on a short-lived road trip."

I start opening my notebook, but pause. "You want to skip out on cla.s.s? With me?"

He shrugs, his gaze situating on me. "Yeah, why not?"

I shrug coolly, but, on the inside, I'm a nervous wreck. "Because you'd be with me."

He looks a little bit guilty. "That doesn't sound so bad. Think about it. You, me, coffee and an endless amount of road."

I attempt to read him, but he's a book full of blank pages. "Where would we go?"

He holds my gaze forcefully. "Where do you want to go?"

The possibilities are infinite and my mind begins to conjure up all kinds of ideas. "How about the beach? I've always wondered what the ocean looks like and how the sand would feel between my toes."