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.

the character seemed to

her face, a comical shriek emanating from her open mouth, reenacting the way his friend had tripped me

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

as I glanced over at him briefly to see his

Why me?

from nearby - clearly having peaked at the paper as I

breath and tried to focus on Mr. Thompson's lecture, but the words

foolish I must have looked to everyone as I fumbled to open it. He evidently put a lot of time in to it too with the details and what was worse was that he actually

Daryl, a 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

he mousy like the other

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

yet the style suited him well. He was another guy at this school with an athletic build and great height on his

Daryl laughs loudly at his own statement, earning a harsh 'shush' from the

Vincent's hot gaze landing on us both every once in a while which causes me to squirm and shift in my chair. "Yeah

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

Maybe cousins? It made no sense... Daryl at least seemed somewhat decent compared to his evil house mate

myself to concentrate on the lesson, knowing that dwelling on Vincent's antics

continues. Join us for the complete experience-all for free. The

so I could focus on my new job since that was all that truly mattered to me right now. Despite my nervousness, the thought of

rang, signaling the end of class as I