Larkstorm (5 page)

I step back and wait for Beck to say something. Instead, he removes his thick, blue wristlet and reaches for mine. I let him take it and he shoves them deep into his bag
,
where our words will be too muffled to fully understand.

Beck places a trembling hand under my chin and stares into my eyes. “You know that I would do anything for you, don’t you?”

Confused by his actions, I shake my head. “What’s going on? What aren’t you telling me?”

It’s not like Beck to keep secrets from me.

He steps away from me and hands back my wristlet. “You’re going to have to run if you want to make it to your next class.” He smiles weakly, his face just a shadow of its lively self, as he heads off down the hallway, leaving me behind.

Something must be wrong. Really wrong. Uneasiness swells in me again.

Beck, the most relaxed and happy person I know, is frightened.

6

Beck surprises me outside my classroom door, like he has after
every
class today. Normally, he only meets me after my Agriculture class.

“How’d you get here so fast?” I ask. The bell barely rang and his previous class is on the other side of campus.

“Magic.”

“That’s not funny.” After the attack this morning, it’s the last thing he should be joking about. Especially with other students around.

“I wasn’t trying to be funny.”

I roll my eyes. No point in arguing with him. At least he seems more like himself. “You can’t ditch class. Not if we’re going to get a high placement.”

He holds out his arm, offering to carry my backpack. When I slip it over my shoulders, he shakes his head at me. “You’re stubborn.”

“And you’re acting like a nutter.” I scowl.

Beck starts off down the hallway, through the crush of students, toward the lunchroom. I follow along at my own pace and force myself to think about this morning’s events: the Sensitives, Annalise, Beck
—
all of it.

We shouldn’t have been by ourselves
—
especially after the Delay Request. I know this. But still, why didn’t the school alarms sound? And why did my wristlet chirp when Beck’s didn’t make a sound?

Lost in thought, I don’t see Kyra run up until she’s pulling me by the arm to our lunch table. She’s taken her hair out of the school-regulated ponytail, and her curls bounce every which way. Why does she always have to flaunt the rules?

“Did you hear about Lina and Ryker? Someone caught them kissing on the back stairwell.”

Okay. Everyone around me has officially lost their minds. Beck and I were attacked by Sensitives this morning, and all anyone wants to talk about is kissing.

She leans in and whispers. “I heard they were in a state of undress.”

I curl my lip in an attempt to look more disapproving than curious. “Really?”

Kyra links her arm through mine and smirks. “They are in so much trouble.”

“And you and Maz have never…” I can’t finish the sentence. It’s too embarrassing.

A hint of red creeps across her face. “Do you want to have lunch alone, away from the boys today?”

Beck steps between us and separates Kyra’s arm from my mine.

“Hands off, Kyra.” He pushes his chest out and throws his shoulders back, strong and confident. It’s like the frightened version of him has vanished. Or it was all my imagination. “I have plans for Lark. Just the two of us. We need time alone.”

Irritation dims her face. “She’s not
yours
, Beck.”

This is too much. “What’s wrong with you guys? Did you all get hit by some crazy-inducing disease or something?”

I drop my bag on the ground next to my spot at our table. As much as I want to speak to both of them
—
alone and separately
—
I’m not going to get in the middle of their bickering.

For the past few months, they have been at each other’s throats. Everything Beck does irritates Kyra. And Kyra annoys Beck. It’s mostly little things, but all their sniping is beginning to wear on me.

 
“I’m eating here, in the warmth of this building. Feel free to join me when you can stop acting like idiots.” I walk to the lunch line.

My breakfast of fruit has left me starving. From the entrees, I select a black bean burger, some grapes and corn on the cob. As I wait for my food to cook, I look back at my table where Beck and Kyra sit on opposite sides, engaged in a heated conversation. Neither of them bothered to get food.

Students crowd every table. Without exception, everyone sits in their own house section. We barely socialize outside of our group because what’s the point? The State selects our mates from the twenty-six students we live with. Plus, our houses are chosen based on our potential to form lifelong friendships. Which is great
—
except
when your housemates want to strangle each other.

 
“Can we call a truce?” I slide into the seat next to Beck and he drapes his arm over my shoulder. The weight comforts me, but I’m also aware of the glares other students shoot in our direction. I lift his arm and move slightly away.

“What happened to setting an example?” Kyra asks. “Or do
you
want to end up like Lina and Ryker?”

I roll my eyes. I moved away, what more does she want? “You should talk. I heard about you and Maz.”

“What happened to Lina and Ryker?” Beck interrupts leaning forward and searching down the table for his friends.

“Oh.” I cringe. “They were caught
–
”

“Doing all the naughty things you two will never, ever do,” Kyra offers with a devious laugh.

Beck clenches his jaw and his fist hits the table a little too hard. My plate rattles. “Where is
Maz?”

Kyra suddenly turns very business-like and snaps, “He wanted to have a snowball fight, but I guess if we don’t turn up, he’ll be here soon. It was supposed to be a surprise.”

Next to me, Beck stiffens and the warmth radiating off of him disappears.

“So, tell me about what happened this morning. How did you manage not to get killed?” Kyra steals a grape from my plate. The way she’s acting, it’s as if being cornered by Sensitives is a trivial thing.

I draw my brow together, remembering the way they looked at Beck and me. “There were ten of them,” I recite, giving the same information I told the security detail that questioned us. “At first, a man seemed to be taunting us. But then Beck
–
”

When I say his name, he stands up. “I’m getting lunch. Do you want anything else?”

“I’m fine, thanks.”

“Kyra?” he asks, making an effort to be nice.

She pops another one of my grapes into her mouth. “Nope. I’m sharing with Lark.”

As soon as he’s gone, she leans across the table, so that her head is close to mine, and takes a deep breath. “Okay, so please don’t panic out.”

I hate when she starts sentences this way. “I won’t.”

She puts her head next to mine. “Maz and I..,” She pauses and I know what’s coming next before she says it.

My eyes grow wide. “Kyra! What if Bethina finds out? Or your parents
—
at your binding? You can’t have sex with him. You could end up in a different house
—
we’d barely ever see each other. And what if you develop feelings for him and he’s not chosen for you?”

I can’t take any more of this day. I just want it over. Between the Sensitives, Beck’s odd behavior, and Kyra trying her best to end up working a menial job for the rest of her life, I’m done.

Kyra sits back down in her seat. “I already have feelings for him, if you haven’t noticed.” For the first time ever, she actually seems embarrassed. Or maybe shy. I can’t tell exactly which because one second she’s smiling at me, and the next she’s avoiding my eyes.

“Besides, I’m not stupid. We didn’t do
everything
. Only almost everything.” She pushes on my chin to close my mouth. “Besides, how would anyone find out? They don’t have magical machines you have to walk through to see if you’re chaste.” She laughs, but I cringe at the use of the word ‘magical’. “Plus, I have it on good authority Maz is my mate.”

I gape at her. Again.

“How?” I demand
—
she doesn’t know anyone who works in Placement.

She puts her finger to her lips. “Can’t tell.”

If she believes Maz is her mate, no amount of arguing will change her mind. So I try another approach. “What if you’re caught?”

“What will they do? Yell at me? It’s not like they’ll have a public trial and send me off to live with the Sensitives. They don’t condemn people like
us
to hard labor.” She shrugs. “Besides, don’t you ever want to be with Beck so badly it hurts?” The tone of her voice has shifted from happy to accusatory.

I bite my lip. Beck’s back is toward me as he inches through the lunch line. This morning
—
it feels like years ago
—
when he stood over me, gazing into my eyes, I had hoped he’d kiss me. Not the chaste little kisses he’s been giving too freely lately, but something more.

But he didn’t. Because it’s wrong, and we both know it.

“No. I don’t want to compromise our future.” I give her a stern look. “And you shouldn’t either, Kyra. You’re going to end up with an awful assignment if you get caught. And you’ll definitely lose Maz. Your whole life will be ruined because you were impatient.”

She shakes her head, a smile on her lips.

“You said it yourself, Lina and Ryker are in so much trouble,” I insist.

She flicks out her wrists as if it’s no big deal. I huff. I wish Kyra would take things more seriously sometimes.

“Don’t you ever get bored with all this?” She uses her hands to dismissively sweep away the scene before us.

Kyra’s never content. She’s always doing little things to ‘make life more exciting
’
. Why can’t she be excited and happy with what she has?

“No. Things are going to change soon enough.
After our bindings
.” I stress the last sentence, hoping she gets my point.

Kyra watches Beck for a moment before speaking. “Maybe he’s not right for you. I mean, everyone else wants to break the rules and stuff. Maybe you guys aren’t compatible. It happens sometimes. Better to find out now, before you’re bound, and not have to go through the embarrassment of a public trial because he decided he likes someone else.”

Her words bore into my brain and stop me cold. Not compatible? That’s impossible. How can someone who makes me so happy not be my perfect mate? Besides, Bethina says Beck and I are two sides of a coin
—
stuck together with no way to pry us apart. We’re perfect for each other, which is why the State placed us together at such a young age. There will never be anyone else for me.

There’s a commotion across the room. Maz runs toward us, his light brown hair damp from melting snow. No wonder Kyra likes him
—
he’s a ball of perpetual motion. Definitely not boring. Beck intercepts him half-way across the room and Maz gestures wildly before they beeline for our table.

“C’mon,” Maz puffs. “I have it all set up.”

The thought of being outside, where we were attacked, sends a chill through me. “I’m hungry. You guys go,” I say and shove a forkful of vegetables in my mouth.

Kyra lifts her head lazily. “Lark doesn’t want to do anything. She’s deso.”

Maz flashes his lop-sided grin at me. “C’mon, Lark. It’ll be fun. I’ll even let you pelt me a few times.”

I shake my head. There’s no way I’m going back out there. Not until I have to.

Maz and Kyra exchange a look I can’t decipher. “I thought it would cheer you up,” Maz says. “After missing the assessment and
…
”

“
Thanks. But I don’t need cheering up. I’m fine. Really.” My voice cracks slightly.

Beck takes the seat next to me. His fingers skim the back of my hand as he leans into me, and whispers, “I’m not exactly eager to go back out there, either.”

Sometimes, we’re so in sync, it’s like he really does know my heart. And that’s all the proof I need to know we’re meant for each other.

#

Bethina raps on the door twice, before sticking her head in. “May I come in?”

“Of course,” I answer.

I’m sitting at my desk, books spread out, trying to focus on my homework. But the only thing I’ve accomplished so far is wondering why Beck isn’t home yet. He was supposed to be done with practice fifteen minutes ago and if he doesn’t show up soon, my wristlet is going to have a dent from me hitting it every minute, pinging him.

“Are you okay?” As soon as I got home, Bethina nearly hugged the life out of me. I can’t remember her ever acting like that before
—
scared and relieved at the same time.

“My head still hurts.” All the stress today left me with a raging headache.

She fishes two tiny pills from her pocket. “Dr. Hanson said to take these if the pain becomes unbearable.”

“I’m okay. Really.” I eye the medicine suspiciously. I think, in my entire life, I’ve had maybe two colds, and have never taken drugs before. A glowing testament to the medical training Bethina, as a caregiver, received from the State.

She sets the pills on the desk. “I know how you feel about medicine, but just in case. They’ll help you feel better.”