World Weaver Ch.1

~Chapter 1~

The school bell rings out, echoing through the empty halls of Orangebrook high school. All of the students and teachers are in their respective classes, packed and ready to go. All present except for Skylar Ward, walking briskly through the halls, silent aside from the occasional sniffle. She pauses outside the bathrooms, considering hiding in a stall for a moment before opting for the janitorial closet just a few doors down.

Skylar slides into the little closet full of cleaning supplies, letting the door slam behind her as the tears fall from her cheeks. She feels the door handle for a lock, but finds none on the smooth metal surface. With an exasperated sigh she drops her hand bag, finds the clean rags, and uses one to wipe the tears and smeared make up from her face. As the loud gossiping and laughing of students begin to fill the halls, Skylar presses her back against the door and slides down it to rest on the floor. She buries her face in the thick rag to suppress her sobs as she begins to lose it again.

After what feels like an eternity the noise in the hall slowly comes to a halt. Most of the students have made their way out to the front of the school to take their leave. Skylar finished her sobbing several minutes ago; however she hadn't the motivation to move until now. With the help of a sturdy shelf she rises on weak legs. Shaking a little as she moves she finds a little sink and mirror to clean herself up a with. A glance in the mirror showed her what a mess she had become in just the last twenty minutes. What makeup she hadn't got already with the rag was spotted across her face, while her eyes were red and puffy from the crying. She manages to keep calm as she wets a rag and begins to clean off the makeup revealing a slender and rather pretty face. She reapplies some of the makeup from what she carries in her purse for touching up.

Almost finished with the process and working on brushing her dark, nearly scarlet red hair Skylar feels much calmer. As she brushes down the black tips of her long hair her emotions finally stablilize. She gives a sad sigh, watching herself in the mirror and working the finishing touches as a soft knock at the door makes her jump. She feels herself shaking a little as she slowly opens the door.

“W-Who is it?” Her voice asks a little shakier than she expected.

“Just me, you forgot your book bag.” The familiar voice of her best friend, Jayce Reed, calms her as she quickly opens the door the rest of the way to pull him in. She hugs him tight, her face buried in his shoulder. There’s a pause as the silent seconds circle around them his eyes wide and showing confusion.

"He dumped me..." She finally murmurs quietly in explanation. His hands finally shift to hold her stiffly clearly unfamiliar with comforting hugs.

"I'm sorry..." He responds, uncertain of the situation he walked into.

“I uhm...we should get you home.” He mumbles quietly breaking the silence. With a groan she moves from his shoulder finally collecting herself and looking up to him with mild annoyance.

“I know this was sudden, but please next time don’t ruin the moment.” She says with a sniffle before giving a soft smile and saying quietly. “And...Thanks.”

With that Skylar took her book bag and purse from Jayce, and then took his arm dragging him out of the closet. In a hurry they head straight for the student parking lot, the halls empty and quiet. No other students are in the building and all the orange lockers are wide open and completely empty. As they leave the building, however, more students are hanging around in their cars or nearby chatting. Skylar’s grip on Jayce’s arm tightens and she comes to a dead stop forcing him to do the same.

“What is it?” He asks her quietly trying to find where she is looking.

“My...ex” She murmurs back indicating a guy in a football jacket, clearly a jock, kissing a girl with long blonde hair. Jayce makes the connection immediately a little surprised and then just sighs, knowing that a clean get away is going to be slim to none. They make their way towards the first set of cars walking around the football posse as best they can. The jock Skylar motioned to before didn't even acknowledge their presence. They were home free and standing by their cars, set to hop in and head home when someone passed by pausing in front of her car.

“Hey, ginger you dropped your soul! Oh my bad you don’t have one!” called a wiry kid in rather thick glasses. The jacket he wore showed off the fact that he was in with the football group, despite his body being obviously not trained for sports.

"Well, if it isn't the official bookworm and Jock homework service!" Skylar muttered coldly giving the boy an intense stare. Jayce notices the look and recognizes it as the look he’s only ever seen once. She moves from Jayce to approach the boy in glasses who dared even speak to her at that moment. He’s stuck in place by the intensity of her stare as she stops in front of him. Without a word she takes a subtle stance and brings her fist rocketing forward straight into his stomach. The next instant he’s writhing on the ground gripping his midsection as Skylar returns to Jayce’s side.

"I hate that kid..." She mutters looking up at Jayce's concerned expression.

“I’ll get him to the infirmary, hopefully the nurse is still here...meet you at home?” He asks looking at Skylar worriedly as she rubs her temples.

“Fine...take care of the little worm but you better get home in fifteen minutes tops. I have a headache.” She responds venomously noticing her ex looking that way. She gives a devious little smile and pulls Jayce into a small startling kiss. She then leaves without a word getting into her car and pulling out of the student parking lot.

Jayce blinks in confusion before sighing and moving over to help the unfortunate boy up.

“I would feel bad for you...but honestly you've got to be the biggest idiot I've ever seen.” He mumbled helping the boy walk to the infirmary a hand finding its way to his head. “Ugh, now I have a headache...”