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.

as the character seemed to

girl tripping over a foot and falling flat on her face, a comical shriek emanating from her open mouth, reenacting the way his friend had tripped

yesterday. Embarrassed and hurt, I quickly scrunched the paper back up and tucked my head down, hoping to hide my blushing cheeks from the many stares

was good enough for Vincent though, as I glanced over at him briefly to see his smug arrogant look plastered across his facial features

Why me?

clearly having peaked at the paper as I was inspecting

clenched my teeth, determined not to let him see how much his mockery had affected me. I took a deep breath and tried to focus on Mr. Thompson's lecture, but the words seemed to blur together once

He evidently put a lot of time in to it too with the details and what was worse was that

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 openly comfortable to talk about Vincent which I found to be

wasn't he mousy like the other

I reply softly, allowing myself to melt in to Daryl's kind sky blue eyes as he offered me a

style suited him well. He was another guy at this school with an athletic build and great height on his side. Maybe that's why he wasn't so scared? I reckon he could match Vincent in a fight if

it, he likes toying with females... in a fucked up way, it basically means he's fascinated by you!" Daryl laughs loudly at his own statement, earning a harsh 'shush' from the teacher which causes him to

every once in a while which causes me to squirm and shift in my

disbelief that Daryl lived under the same roof as the guy who seemed to be making my time here at school a living nightmare. Daryl leaned back

they friends? Maybe cousins? It made no sense... Daryl at least

on the lesson, knowing that dwelling

adventure continues. Join us for the

all that truly mattered to me right now. Despite

end of class as I gathered