The One Who Watches - Jillian Cline (motivational books for men txt) 📗

sister. "If I wanted Parker I would have had him already!'" I exclaimed. She smiled at me behind her pizza. "Looks like you had him this morning." She stated taking a bite of the pizza.
I sighed. "He kissed me. I didn't kiss him." I told her. I dropped my pizza to undo my braid, then take off my army jacket. My hair fell down in waves down my back to my butt. I tied my jacket around my waist. My sister smiled at me. She loved me in my army shirt. "So are you going to tell me what happened yesterday, this morning and afternoon?" I took a deep breath and told her about Raven, how Parker tuned me on today, and how I encountered with Erica.
A smiled so bright that it almost blinded me played on her lips. "So let me get this straight. You met a hot guy who was half naked in the woods. You kissed Parker. Sorry no he kissed you. And you snapped at Erica because she called you a name. Gees J, and I thought I was the lucky one." She ignored the parts that led up to the puzzle that I thing Raven was the raven that has been watching me this whole time. Or that I just told her that Parker thinks that her dead mother is here and that I might hold her brothers soul inside of me. I told her this but she side stepped it, like she would if someone threw a punch at her. "Kayla did you hear what I said? What if your other is here? What if Raven is the raven that is watching me? And what if I'm really your dead brother? Don't you see? We are living a fairytale. Nothing is right." Kayla frowned and looked at her plate. "J, you know I don't like to talk about that day. And yes I did hear you. It's just that..." She struggled to find the words. "I think Parker is right about you being my brother. I mean of course you’re not the shell of my brother, but a reincarnation of his soul. The way you just be yourself and no one else, well I feel like you're not just my big sister but my big brother too."
I was shocked. Parker had gotten to her first before me. My anger flared like fire. I ran my fingers through my hair. "Kayla if he knew that I was part boy part girl, sort of, then why did he kiss me?" I was not getting why he did this. Why he even called us here. "I don't know J. Why don't you ask him?" Now that didn't seem like a bad idea, but I wasn't willing to have another encounter with Erica. I shook my head. "Nothing seems right anymore." I told her. "Our lives are being shred to pieces, just because Parker wanted us to solve a few murders." I continued. Kayla looked a little shy, and just then I knew she was hiding something. "Maybe he has his reasons to using you like that." She said. I blinked at her. "What do you mean he might have a reason? What is it you’re not telling me?" I demanded. She looked up at me. Something in her eyes made my anger dissipate.
Just then the doors to the cafeteria opened. Turning I was surprised to see who just walked in. He was tall, pale complexion, brown shaggy hair, dark brown eyes, strong nose, a tight full mouth and sharp features, built body. He wore light faded blue jeans, and a white t-shirt with old tennis shoes. He stood there, eyes raking the crowd and landing on me. Michel’s body went stiff at first, then relaxed. He walked over to me then sat down at our table. "I never thought I see you here." He said while reaching out to take an apple and biting into it. "What are you doing here Michel?" I asked him, my tone cold. Our eyes met. He swallowed. "I thought I could talk to you." He glanced at my sister, and then finished, "in privet." I shook my head once again. "You had a chance to talk a week ago. I'm done talking to you." I stood up and began walking away, when he gripped my wrist. "Stop avoiding me! I'm sick of your attitude. What happened to my girlfriend?" I saw pain and torment in his eyes. He yelled so loud he got every ones attention. "I'm not your girlfriend Michel." I retched my arm away from him. Anger clouding both of our faces. We glared at each other. Finally he spoke. "You left me for someone else, didn't you? I knew you were cheating on me." He spoke with venom in his tone. "No Michel. I broke up with you because of your drinking. And I never cheated on you, but I wish I have." I spat back at him in the same tone.
He raised a hand as if you smack me, but stopped. Jaw clench, along with his fist, he looked away from me. "Can we speak alone?" He didn't give me a choice. He grabbed my upper arm, dragging me out of the cafeteria. He dragged me down the hall, to the right where a door was. He pushed it open shoving me in side. I stumbled in side, noting that we were in the boy's bathroom. "That was reckless of you Michel." I glared at him with hatred. I thought that if I looked angry enough that he would just leave me alone. He gripped my upper arms and forced me on the wall of a stall. "Let go of me you creep!" I shouted at him. Instead of listening to me, he crushed his lips to mine, forcing his body weight on me. My eyes opened with shock. Looks like my plan backfired. He pulled back just an inch to catch his breath. "Let go of me." I barely got it out since I, too, was out of breath. His eyes met mine for a brief moment before he crushed his lips to mine again. I tried to hold my defense, but it began to melt away by the soft touch of Michel’s body brushing against mine.
Michel's hands slid down my arms to my wrists. Grabbing hold of them he braced them on the stall. I soon found my lips moving with his. I hated the taste of him. The taste of beer and liquor lingering on his lips. I may have hated the taste of him, though... I couldn't get enough of him. Eyes closed, Michel forced open my mouth with his, his tongue stroking mine. Our kiss became softer, his hands loosening. Letting go he took my face in his hands. Mindlessly I wrapped my arms around his neck, fingers tangled in his thick brown hair. Our bodies pressed together, my hands roaming his body.
Michel's broke the kiss first. We were both out of breath now. My eyes fluttered to life, meeting Michel's lustful eyes. "What's his name?" I blinked rapidly. It took me a moment to realize he was talking. I hesitated. "Raven." He kissed me again, this one softer. My hands slid up his shirt feeling his built torso. He pulled back again. He brushed a lock of hair away from my face. "Jess." He whispered. I didn't say anything, just looked in the dark brown eyes. "Come back with me. I feel like I can't live without you. You're mine and always will be." His rough hand caressed my cheek. I felt like I was a mouse caught in the paws of a cat. I opened my mouth to answer, but just as I was about to speak, to door opened and Parker stepped inside.
Like always my heart beat faster when I saw him. Michel turned to look at him, his anger arousing again. "Dude can't you see we're busy?" Parker raised an eyebrow. "Actually J.C. is one of my students and needs to get to class." Michel cocked his head to the side, a fake smile on his face. "You’re too young to be a teacher." He simply stated. Parker surprised me by rolling his eyes. "Just let her go and be on your way. No need to make this ugly." Mindlessly I stepped between them. "You know what; I want no part of this. I'm sick of people thinking they know what is good for me." I flicked my eyes back and forth to them, faces set angrily. "Michel, you really should leave. And Parker I'll be there in a moment." Though I already had class with him, I knew well to play along. Parker nodded and left the room. Now it was just me and Michel. I sighed and looked at him sadly. "When you leave don't ever come back. We are over and I am never going to be yours." Something flashed in his eyes. His jaw clenched as he brushed past me and out the door. I stood there a few minutes to gather myself before slipping outside the door of the boy's bathroom.
Chapter Eight

Never in my life did I ever think that things could take a turn to sharply. I was walking in a dress made of pins when it came to facts. When I came to this school I realized how cheesy my life turned out since then. Folklores are materializing out of thin air before my face; demons are whispering secrets in the dark; ravens are falling; twins are ghost; gifts are tragedies; boys are jerks with faces of gods. I thought that the sky was always above me and the ground flowing underneath me. But now, I'm not sure it is.
Edgar Allen Poe was a sick person, along with most of the people in this world. I feel no sympathy for the man, nor for any of the sick massacres out there.
Fresh air sounds good right now so I skip my math class and head outside. Parker told me about only girls are being killed in the woods, but I can’t help myself at being lead there. My thoughts are being winded by my trembling mental fingers. Round and round they go into replay. I don't like the feeling as if someone is watching me. The feeling that someone or something knows all my secrets, my most inner thoughts. Breathing in the sweet smell of pine and the feeling of my feet crunching in the muck and twigs somehow sooths me. There are few things that sooth me. Like my writing, drawing, singing. You may ask me what my most inner passion is I will tell you it is music and books. Drama means nothing to me, not like how words do. Light pains my eyes as I tilt up my head to the sky. Or is it ground? I stop to think things through.
From what has