Shadows In Durango

Chapter 6

*****Sofia's POV*****

I sat at the back of my English class, tapping my pen absentmindedly on the desk.

Mr. Thompson's voice droned on about Shakespeare, but my mind was elsewhere. Tonight would be my first night of training at Intensity, and I couldn't shake the nervous excitement coursing through me - grateful to have finally landed a job. What would it be like? Would Tito be patient with me or a nightmare boss? I had never worked in a bar before, let alone one with the kind of reputation Intensity seemed to have. He even mentioned something about me working upstairs in the VIP lounge whatever that meant...

Lost in my thoughts, I barely noticed the hum of chatter from the other students whispering around me. The classroom, with its faded posters and rows of wooden desks, seemed distant.

I was so engrossed in imagining what the bar would look like in full swing that I almost missed the scrunched-up piece of paper that landed squarely on my desk in a swift motion.

Startled, I glanced around and saw Vincent smirking at me from across the room. He gestured for me to open the note, his eyes twinkling with mischief as I opened and closed my mouth dreading whatever was on it.

My heart sank. The last thing I wanted was more attention, especially from Vincent, who already seemed to enjoy making me the center of unwanted jokes.

I was hoping that he would have meant to pass it to someone else, but judging by his thrilled expression I had guessed wrong...

With nervous fingers, I unfolded the paper, aware of the curious stares from the other girls in the class, some of which not looking so pleased with the interaction.

My cheeks burned with embarrassment as I smoothed out the crumpled sheet. Inside, I found a quick comic-like sketch that Vincent had drawn. The first panel showed a girl, clearly meant to be me, carrying a lunch tray towards two guy characters.

that read, "Meh" as the character seemed to judge the lunch with a disgusted look on its face - evidently representing Vincent

final panel depicted the girl tripping over a foot and falling flat on her face, a comical shriek emanating from

the sketch was a cruel parody of my encounter during lunch yesterday. Embarrassed and hurt, I quickly

Vincent though, as I glanced over at him briefly to see his smug arrogant look plastered across his facial features like a

Why me?

seemed to close in on me, and I could hear a few stifled giggles from nearby - clearly having peaked at the paper as I was inspecting it. Vincent chuckled softly, clearly

his mockery had affected me. I took a deep breath and tried to focus on Mr. Thompson's lecture, but the words seemed

as I fumbled to open it. He evidently put a lot of time in to it

guy I only knew thanks to the register at the beginning of class, leaned over and whispered, "Ignore him, he's just being an ass to get a reaction. You're his new play thing it seems." He explains, seeming

like the other

I wasn't... but thanks." I reply softly, allowing myself to melt in to Daryl's kind sky blue eyes

athletic build and great height on his side. Maybe that's why he wasn't

means he's fascinated by you!" Daryl laughs loudly at his own statement, earning a harsh 'shush' from the teacher which causes him to roll his eyes. He didn't seem bothered by anything

us both every once in a while which causes me to squirm and shift in my chair. "Yeah I guess you could say that, I do live with him sweetheart!" Daryl

here at school a living nightmare. Daryl leaned back in his chair casually

no sense... Daryl at least

concentrate on the lesson, knowing that dwelling on Vincent's antics and his relationship to Daryl would

adventure continues. Join us for the

my new job since that was all that truly mattered to me right now. Despite my nervousness, the thought of earning my own money

bell finally rang, signaling the end of class as I gathered my things up