Free Guardian by Cyndi Goodgame Page A

stop it.  When she stood and announced she was sick and going home Grace shot a look to me.  My face said a lot, but my mouth told her to sit back down.  Grace was upset at the way I talked to her, but when Caylie let out a string of curse words even I wasn’t accustomed to the all but forgotten pretty boy Switch and his entrance was old news.   Caylie’s display would be the highlight of the day. 
    Caylie finally sat her butt down after exhausting my magical pull.  When Grace asked her why she was sick, she said she had no idea what she was talking about.
    “Totally freaking nuts!” Pam air quoted.
    Ouch.  A slice of pizza knocked the side of my face and oozed down my cheek.  I grabbed a napkin and wiped it off then covered Grace and lodged her outside the door that led through the emergency exit by the kitchen. 
    We watched through the cafeteria windows laughing our heads off.  Switch was in there with the best of them returning to the scene of a detailed crime I never let him commit because I was able to stop him this time.  And Kinsler. It successfully let everyone forget to ask any of us what the scene was all about with Caylie’s freak out session.  It wasn’t mentioned again.

Chapter Six
     

Stand-off
     
     
    After lunch, Geography class went fine. 
    We took our weekly pop quiz on the facts about whatever continent it was this week.  
    Kinsler sat four seats back from Grace throwing spit wads at her today.  But I think she found her limit when he pretended to walk to the trash can and stole her paper from her desk to get a reaction out of her. She said through gritted teeth to leave her alone. 
    He bellowed with laughter, but glamoured himself at the same time forcing the teacher to notice nothing.  The all human teacher looked up, watched, and returned to whatever it was he was looking at on the empty desk in front of him.  
    I reached over and grabbed Grace’s arm after Kinsler passed back by to sit down.  She calmed.  She also stared at me and shook her head back and forth, then shrugged it off.
    Kinsler doubled back and leaned against my arm successfully breaking the connection between us. My chair fell as I faced off with him.  I was as tall as him, but he had the power and strength over me.  The standoff between us in the middle of class wouldn’t end until Kinsler backed down first.  
    Kinsler moved on the other side of her desk to trap her in between wanting me to react with violence to scare her off.  In the end, he laughed and turned to sit in his own seat and clicked his tongue against his teeth giving his version of this isn’t over.
    No one else noticed any of it.  Switch was reaming with words of what he could do to me if Kinsler would let him two desks behind Grace, which was too damn close to me or her .
    Grace looked around for the paper that started it all finding it in my hand. 
    “How?” she mouthed to me then, “Never mind,” turning away from me and anyone else for that matter.  I laughed in spite of the fiasco we’d just put on.  She was thinking about me saving her again making me stifle a larger laugh at the idea of it. I was a sitting duck between two sumo wrestlers who’d have me for lunch if I said what I wanted at that moment for I knew they were listening.  Smug as I was at her reaction, I wasn’t that stupid.
    She watched me one more time focusing on my misshapen hair seeming to like it that way for years now.  Maybe that’s why I purposefully mussed it up sometimes and stopped cutting it so often.  I subconsciously wanted to see her watch me now. I sat my pencil down when she started to analyze how I held it.  Suddenly, I changed my mind.  She needed to guard her thoughts.  When her eyes burned into me like they were I didn’t want the two jerkfaces behind me to always listen in.   Even now they were all taking turns grunting behind us. When I smiled at her hoping to calm her thoughts she rewarded me with her wonderful flushed