~~~Monday~~~
"What do you mean he was in my house?!?" Marie demanded. Nobody noticed her shrill voice in the cafeteria, waiting for class to start. In fact the cafeteria was in itself a dull roar with young students. Certain seniors in different classes were always stuck with the younger student body. Like them.
"He was in your house Saturday night." I said simply, not sure why he was. I just knew he was. The dream I thought I had, seemed to turn to reality. I felt so ashamed of myself and I didn't know what to do about it.
"Whoa! Whoa! WHAO! This has got to stop!" She started and I knew she was pissed and I didn't blame her. I could see it in her hazel eyes; they looked like brown coals of fire. But that still didn't ease my own mind or how I felt about it. "As much as he won your heart and all, think about it!" She paused to let it sink in. But I could tell that both Christina and I drew a blank. "He's a criminal!" Marie exclaimed.
Christina's and I's brows rose in disbelief at this. Then Christina piped in thankfully, for this was making my head whirl, and almost sickly. "Wait a minute! He can't be! He's in high school! The school just doesn't let people just walk in here right of the streets!"
"Well fine! He's turning into quite the criminal!" She came up with right back. She then paused to make her point. "He broke in the school's pool! He harassed and sexually assaulted you! Breaking and entering and Trespassing!" Another pause to catch her breath, "Why do you think he wants you to know the real him before he even lets you see him?"
It all did make sense, and all it did was making me feel devastated and ashamed. Closing my eyes in mortification, I let my head sink into my arms and onto the table. Slowly the tears started to trickle down my red cheeks, even if I fought them, and drop down on the table. Making dime sized wet spots below me. The truth sank in deep and it felt like my heart was breaking into millions and millions of sharp glass pieces and were cutting where it should have been.
"Marie! Stop it!" She scolded, seeing what her words did to me.
"I'm sorry, but she needed to hear it. It may have been all fun and games at first, but reality bites. Nothing ever usually lasts." She said softly with a grim face, but I paid no heed. I heard her chair squawk in protest as she stood and left the table. It still didn't stop my tears though.
~~~Later That Day~~~
Concentrating on anything, I simply couldn't do. My body and mind were in too much pain. My stomach was in knots, I wasn't hungry when I should have eaten. My body felt so numb to everything, I even had to force myself to move to the next class. All I could do was think of him. Sylar, the bastard that I loved.
Sighing, I kept on thinking about him. I shook my head to scatter my thoughts and saw Sly. I was in English Class and then thought of Sylar again. His light dark hair, his warm muscled body, his kindness and charm, his beautiful blue green eyes.
Sly then turned, saw me looking past him and into empty space and waved in front of my vision. I smiled meekly and waved lightly back. His bluish green eyes twinkled at me and something snapped inside me.
Sly has those eyes, he has the strength, and he has that kindness. I then thought that Sly was Sylar. Even then name was kind of similar. I did think of it before. But went past my mind, because Sly was so shy and kind of dorky, but somehow he usually gets what he wants. Sylar doesn't want me to know who he is yet, because he said, 'Want you to know the real me first and not what everyone else thinks of him.' Nobody really likes Sly, thinks he's a dork. So they automatically put him in the loser crowd. Sylar doesn't want me to know that he's a loser! I grinned despite myself and yet what Marie said earlier, didn't fit in yet.
Wait! Sly said he always had friends in low places. Like the janitors! I saw him talking to them before, even helping them on a few occasions. He could have gotten their keys or their permission to do his bidding!
But then this thought filtered in my mind, Now, how the hell did he get into my bedroom so easily that night? Oh duh! I could have hit myself in the head with that question! Even I know that!
Climb the tree beside the house and right into my bedroom! I've done that myself plenty of times! I chuckled inside, proud of my deduction. But what about when he carried me back from our romantic date? Hmmm . . . Oh! I told my parents I was sleeping over Christina's that night and they knew I was coming home early in the morning and they left the door open for me, when they went to work! But wait!?! My brother! Either he was sleeping or at a friend's house!
And for last night, Sly easily carried me up those stairs to prove Christina and Marie wrong. And when I fell asleep, he carried me up again to put me in bed with my friends, but I changed that by waking up. I made this whole thing a complete mess! Sylar didn't break into Marie's house! It was his house too! Oh damn! I'm good!
A Cheshire cat like grin slipped over my lips as I stared at who I thought was Sylar. All I had to do was confirm my suspicions and he was mine. I needed to kiss him, and I would know.
"Hey Casey . . ." A warm hand clapped down on my shoulder, startling a squeak out of me. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." Tom's charming shark like grin looked down at me, his muddy eyes taking in my whole body with one look that I didn't like at all. I never did. "You got a minute?" he asked while I felt his clammy sausage fingers dig into my shoulder.
Just then the bell rang thankfully. "Sorry Tom! I'm in a hurry!" I quickly grabbed up my books and tried to catch up to an escaping Sly. His sweaty hand then latched onto my arm and I abruptly stopped and my books flew out of my grip from the force.
"It's important Casey . . ." He assured me in an irritated voice. The blonde hunky quarter back then shook his head to get rid of his annoyance and grinned back at me once more.
Glaring at him, I dropped down to one knee and started to pick up my books. He kneeled down in front of me to help me, or so it would seem. He only picked up my notebook full of stories and started to blabber about something that I didn't want to hear. "What is it Tom? I don't have time for this!" I nearly shouted in frustration at him.
"Well fine!" He acted all hurt when I knew for a fact he was just annoyed. He hated it, absolutely hated it when people interrupted him. "I'm Sylar!" he stated quickly and simply.