Shadowed Destiny.

sirens, my hear

l leaped to turn off the spotlights. We stepped back to admire our masterpiece-an explosion of blue, grey, and black w

alley. We each had a route planned to avoid getting caught by the police-a maneuver we'd practiced many times before. My route was the

ring. In that brief moment, everything seemed to slow down. I caught the light reflecting off his serious blue eyes,

n different directions. Nate and I bolted out of th

I didn't look back when I heard the cops get out of the car. Panic clawed at my throat as I felt one of them close in, heavy on his feet. My skate shoes hit the pavement quietly as I ran on the balls of my feet, my muscles burning with the effort.

ho scattered when they realized I was being chased. My fri

yself over and landed on the other side, taking one last look at the uniformed officer before backing into the trees, out of the orange streetlight's glow. The cops ne

ing them into my bag as I made my way home. I wondered if anyon

ds at our usual spot-a picnic table on the school grounds. I threw

u?" I asked

thing I was used to, and slid in next to him. His blue eyes met mine c

s wrong?" I

ked away, avoiding my gaze. The table fell

o let it go this time. He shrugged off

ore convincingly this time, w

after that, pretending it didn't hurt every time he pulled away from me. I didn't think I was clingy-I didn't always touch him or show affection

in to see the picture of our art with interest, but my eyes gravitated to Nate's non-existent reaction. Even though West's

etite body to his skinny frame and his blue eyes went to me like he was commu

t face. Her hair was impossibly long and cascaded over her shoulders down to

n't quite finis

er side as she took the phone from West to look closer. My eyes went to Nate almost subconscio

. His tall, muscular form always made me feel short. I couldn't even see

ed lips pulled to the side and his thick dark eyebrows pulled up i

I watched the other four disappear into the building acros

me... I already asked if he got

s pissed if I pry, but I just don

s just not interested. I feel like it make

things, but it's hard. My mom was pi

too. I'm friggin' gr

chief. There were kids at our school that would've pegged West as a jock, but he was an artist and a skateboarder like me. West had been friends with Nate and Ethan for years before I met him an

in front of my homeroom. His dark-skinned face seemed to drop into a more solemn expression when he saw the hopele

en though I couldn't quite be