It Started With A High Kick

3.

"Hey Winter."

I closed my eyes. "Hi, Zack," I said as amiably as I could through clenched teeth.

"Mind if I sit here?"

"Apparently not… seeing as you've already sat yourself down," I muttered the last bit, opening my eyes, still aiming for a friendly tone of voice. My eyes were met with a brilliance beyond comprehension. His eyes of liquid gold, flecked with solid metallic flints, never failed to shock and secretly thrill me. They had to be the one outstanding feature of Zackary Crowne. A girl could get pulled into those eyes, lost to the world, if she weren't paying attention. Not that I would ever tell anyone that.

"Where's Eva?" Zack asked, without even looking around.

I gave him the answer I had supplied all week. "Chemistry. She has a project she has to work on. With Brock Davis," I added this time.

He gave me a thoughtful look. "Brock Davis and Eva Westley. Now there's an interesting combination."

"You would know," I said lightly in a neutral tone of voice, opening up my PB&J sandwich, courtesy of Tristan.

Zack tended to hang out with all sorts of people - everyone in the entire school knew who he was. On the flip side, everyone also knew the one person who seemed to be his best friend. Brock Davis. The kid who got detention on a daily basis, smoked while everyone looked away, and got stoned just as often. But if the rumors were true, Brock Davis was also a brilliant kid. He was in all honors classes and had always maintained a B average and above. Brock and Zack made a great pair, either way. Zack was a genius too, in his own way. His report card may not have shown it, but all it took was one conversation with him to know he wasn't stupid.

I was pulled back to the present when Zack reached for my water bottle.

"Why yes, of course you can have some," I snapped.

"Thank you, Winter. How generous of you." He winked at me.

I stared at him, exasperated, as he took two sips of my precious water. Precious because Tristan had not yet figured out that peanut butter and jelly sandwiches required an even amount of peanut butter and jelly. He tended to apply the peanut butter with a more generous hand than I would have liked.

"Are you going to tell me why you've been sitting with me at lunch this whole week?" I asked politely, taking back my water and downing a quarter of it in one gulp, trying my best to wash out the nutty stickiness. I made a small face to myself. Water and peanut butter - nasty.

"Tsk, tsk, Winter," Zack said, starting in on his own lunch - cafeteria pizza. I wrinkled my nose. How unhealthy could you get? "First rule of the game - you never should acknowledge that it's there."

I gritted my teeth. Okay, so he was getting a little on my nerves. That was fine. Lots of people got on my nerves. Just breathe, Winter. Breathe, god damn it.To Zack's credit, I understood the game he was talking about. It was a secret, silent battle of wills. Well, actually, more like a battle against my will. He was trying to see how long I could go without blowing up at him, and I just knew he was enjoying every second of it. He had been sitting with me at lunch all week.

Fine. I wouldn't let him have the satisfaction of seeing me get mad. I could play the game too. For the moment, I chose to ignore the person sitting across from me.

No Eva to sit by and sympathize with me, I thought sadly. She was so busy with trying to pull her schoolwork back together, it was nearly impossible getting a word in edgewise. We hadn't talked properly, really, since the beginning of school. We were close, the comradeship was still there. But we hadn't been talking as much. Afternoons were spent at her house trying to get all the chores done, dinner time was worse, after dinner was spent trying to force the kids into their pajamas and getting them to stay upstairs, while Eva, Tristan and I took turns in taking showers, and after that… the dreaded mountain of homework. I suddenly felt a surge of anger against Mr. Westley. It wasn't fair, how he was dumping everything on us and wedging himself into his work. And here I was, pulled into the thick of it. It wasn't fair. I had to continually deal with her family's problems. It got so tiring. I loved her like a sister, but I felt, at the same time, I was giving her some of my freedom. Nowadays, the only time I got to spend with my own family was during the weekends. I practically lived at Eva's house now.

-Zack-

I watched her eyes - they were a dead giveaway to her emotions. Her chocolate brown eyes, sometimes so heartbreakingly innocent, other times filled with emotions I secretly hoped would never be truly directed at me. How ironic, I thought mildly. Scorn, frustration, exasperation - it was all directed at me, at the moment. Really, I was doing her a bit of a favor. Now she had a person to push all her pent up frustrations on. Why did she dislike me so much, anyway? Perhaps I simply annoyed her.

I watched her eyes as they flickered between a soft sadness, to a hard anger, then faded to a sort of coiled up frustration I had never seen before in her. I wondered what it was.

And as I watched her, I thought, for the first time, that Winter was actually quite pretty in her own way. She was more petite than the girls I usually went for though - probably a whole head shorter than my own 5'11". Her auburn hair was long and silky, and fell a couple inches past her shoulders down her back in long waves. Winter's complexion was light, creamy, and completely unmarred by the terrible barrage of acne that most unlucky teenagers had to deal with. She had a petite little nose that always wrinkled just a little when I sat down. Yes, her looks were pretty in a pure sort of way, I decided, but she was definitely a girl I would not pursue. There was that sarcastic temper you would have to constantly deal with, for one.

"So how's Eva been?" I stabbed at an attempt to make conversation, choosing my words carefully.

"Eva," Winter said. "She's all anyone ever asks me about, anyway." Her mood had suddenly shifted. She now looked slightly removed, not at all her usual self.

"What do you mean?" I asked casually, tearing the crust from his pizza and starting on it first.

She stared out into space for a moment before returning her gaze to my face. She looked startled to see me sitting there, eating my pizza calmly. "I eat my pizza like that too," she said, giving me an odd look.

I shrugged.

"Eva," Winter frowned, looking down at her half-eaten sandwich. She was quiet for a moment. "Zack," she started, pulling away from the subject, "Why were you stalking Eva?"

I stared at her for a moment. Took in her completely innocent question, her imploring eyes, the way she had c****d her head slightly out of curiosity as she had asked the question, all in one glance, and I laughed. I just couldn't help myself.

"What's so funny?" she frowned, as I continued to chuckle. "That's the second time someone has laughed at me in a very short period of time, something, I can assure you, which does not happen very often."

I smirked. "Contrary to popular belief, I really am not a serial killer who takes a sadistic pleasure in stalking and scaring my victims before I torture them to death. I think that was the phrase." Sure enough, the words had the desired effect.

"Oh boy," she muttered. "You have a super good memory, I'll give you that. You heard?" Winter said, a faint blush rising to her cheeks.

"Yes," I said, grinning. "And I wasn't stalking Eva." I then proceeded to rattle off all the reasons I just so happened to be where Eva was when Winter had seen me. It was just that my classes were right there, or that I always waited for Brock Davis at such and such place, or that my schedule just so happened to be very near hers. I didn't say that sometimes I took the long way to class, just to see Eva in the hall, walking along with Winter. Those two are inseparable, I swear, I thought to myself as Winter mulled this explanation over.

The truth was, I harbored an odd fascinated with the best friend of the girl sitting across from me. I couldn't say what it was. It had begun about the week before school had started. I had seen Eva twice in those last few days of freedom - the first time had been at the library. She had been sitting with Winter, and the two friends had been wrapping up their summer homework with an air of resentment. I had watched them for a while, my eyes drawn to the taller, blonde haired girl who seemed oddly familiar. Winter I remembered vaguely from middle school - 6th grade woodshop class; she had spilled fire-engine red paint all over my project on accident.

The second time I had seen Eva had been at the supermarket. She was again with Winter, who was looking slightly hassled as she pulled along a very reluctant looking, tall blonde guy (her boyfriend, perhaps? I had wondered). I had heard Winter call to her, "Eva," and I was suddenly able to place a name with that pretty blonde. There was a strange resemblance between Eva and that tall guy Winter had been dragging down the canned foods aisle. Apparently, Eva and Winter were good friends. When school started, I had found myself searching the halls for a certain someone I couldn't quite place my finger on… and now I had worked out a whole schedule so that I could see as much of her as possible.

It was indeed very odd, especially for me… and unfortunately, Winter had noticed that I had been "stalking" Eva. It wasn't stalking, really. Was it an infatuation? I dismissed that thought as soon as it entered my head. No, for it to be an infatuation, I would have to be at least somewhat romantically interested in Eva… and I wasn't. Not really.

Okay, so maybe I was. A little.

"So you weren't stalking Eva," said Winter.

"No," I lied, biting off the tip of my pizza.

We were silent for a while, each eating our food in quiet contemplation.

"Do you want to go walk outside?" Winter finally asked.

I smirked and arched an eyebrow provocatively, knowing already what her reaction would be.

"Oh, shut up, you know what I mean," Winter scowled, reaching over and pushing my shoulder gently.

"That hurt," I said, clapping a hand to my shoulder and looking at her mournfully.

She looked surprised for a moment, then laughed, her expression clearing. "Are you coming with or not?"

I considered the invitation for a moment. "Alright." Perhaps I would finally get my chance.