Chapter 2

Chapter 2

A Chapter by Casey Francis

"Okay, Marcus, do you have anywhere you could stay?" He was not staying at my house.


"Here will have to do, I suppose," He looked around my room as if to take it all in.


"Excuse me? No, I mean a friend's house. Don't you have a friend's house you could stay at? You can't stay here!" The last thing I needed was my parents thinking I was fooling around with a boy.


"Alex, I am a demigod who has been stuck as a living statue for centuries. No, I do not have 'friends.'" He spat out the last word.


"Well, you can't stay here. My parents will flip their lids if they see you in my room. I can't ask them if you can stay here!" My attempts to convince him he couldn't stay were failing miserably.


"So don't; hide me instead. Simple really. You know for someone so smart, you seem pretty dumb," he smirked as he spoke the last phrase.


"Do not insult my intelligence, it's childish. And I can't hide you! How in the world am I supposed to hide a DEMIGOD?" He couldn't seem to grasp how impossible this "task" would be if I even attempted it.


"Oh for goodness sake! I'll just hide in the closet whenever they come up here! I told you, simple." He rolled his eyes at me, silently teasing me about my intellect.


As if on cue, my dad's voice came up the stairs. "Alex? Are you up there?" I quickly shooed Marcus into my closet, hiding him away from the eyes of my dad.


"My room, Dad," I shouted from my bedroom, opening up a school book to look preoccupied.


"Hi, Sweetheart. I just wanted to let you now we were home, came to check on you." He entered, stating why he needed me, and kissed the top of my head before exiting again.


I listened to him walk down the stairs and waited a few seconds before throwing open the closet door. Marcus stood there with a smirk playing at his lips. "Fine. One night," was all I said and closed the closet door back in his face. He eventually left the closet, sitting at the foot of my bed, watching me read. "What?" I asked him without looking up from my book. He continued to stare at me, not answering my question. "What are you staring at?" I finally looked up at him.


"I'm just watching you. It's interesting watching you in action compared to other people, your facial expressions I mean. Other than that, there's nothing else to really watch with you," he answered finally, continuing to stare at me like he was examining a science experiment.


"Umm, okay? What makes me so interesting compared to others?" Closing my book, finally taking the bait and engaging in conversation with him.


"Well, right now you are reading. You express how you are feeling about the book through your facial expressions, how things in the book are making you feel," he was now looking at me like a normal human being, thankfully.


"Well, I hate being watched. Can you please stop? I don't like attention." That was all I said and then I picked up my book again.


"Then what am I supposed to do?" He blinked as if he didn't understand that there was plenty of attention pleasing things to do.


"Oh, I don't know, read maybe? Or draw? Or even write a story. I don't care, just stop staring at me." I replied without looking up at him again.


"I'm sorry, but none of things will occupy me. I don't read, rarely draw, and I couldn't write a story if I tried," he seemed to be pouting.


"Fine, I'll find something else for you to do." I got up from my bed to look through my things. Suddenly, I remembered the symbol, and my report. He could make my life  insanely easy. "Can I ask you some questions?"


"Of course! What would you like to know?" He took the bait and now all I had to do was get every detail of this and I was definitely going to get an A.


I got out my laptop and readied myself to record his answers. "First of all, tell me what this symbol means."


"Well, it was a sort of lock to keep me locked in bronze. Only no one is supposed to have the ability to break that lock, but you somehow managed to do so with just the touch of your hand." He stared at me, wonder and caution written all over his face.


"Why were you locked in a statue, exactly?" My curiosity getting the better of me.


"Well, before I was locked up, so to speak, I was quite foolish. I handed out love like I was my father. I also fooled around quite a bit myself. This obviously angered my father, so with a snap of his fingers I was coated in bronze and put on display," he seemed to not be bothered by his father's rage at all.


"So what exactly was supposed to be able to unlock you from your podium?" My curiosity was overflowing the barriers of my mind.


He seemed to laugh a little before he replied, " Well, you see, my father made it to where the only person who was able to unlock it would be a certain someone that you may refer to as a partner, but not just any partner. This particular person had the ability to set me straight and settle down. Virtually, The only person able to break me out would be the person I am meant to spend the rest of my life with." I stared back at him, not sure if I should believe him or not. "You've noticed how I attract the attention of every female in sight. You are the only one that I do not attract. I think if you are that person, then the reason you aren't gaping at me the way your friend did is because I have to earn your feelings and love." When he finished I was still in shock. This could not be true.


"Get in the closet," was all I replied in return. He didn't move. "Now!"


He silently got up and walked over to the closet, stepping inside and turned around to face me right before I closed the door in his face. I returned to my bed and sat down. It wasn't long until I heard him knocking on the closet door. "Alex? May I come out now?"


"No." It was all I said in return as I tried my hardest to process what he had told me.


"Please, I need to speak with you more about this. I know it is a lot to take in," he begged me to let him come back out to my room.


I opened the door, standing in his way so he couldn't exit. "What else is there?"


"You don't have to, you know, be with me for eternity I mean. That is a lot more than one person can handle. I am sorry I threw all of that at you at once. I shouldn't have done that.," he seemed sad when he began the apology. He looked back at me, hoping for me to say something. I didn't know what to say to him. I couldn't just agree to be with him forever. I had plans, plans for college, for a career.


"I have plans for my life, Marcus. I can't just drop everything to be with you and 'set you straight.'" He seemed hurt that I gave him that answer. "I mean, I'm not going to just fall into your arms. Like you said, you have to earn my feelings if this were to happen, but as of right now, I'm going to attempt to continue my life as I normally would."


"I understand," he seemed hurt by my response to this situation.

The rest of the night seemed to drag on forever. I couldn't sleep. My thoughts eventually made their way back to Marcus and what he told me. His grey eyes burned into my mind. The way he looked at me when I said I already had my life planned out stung in my cerebellum.



© 2013 Casey Francis


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Casey Francis
Casey Francis

Sapulpa, OK



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I'm seventeen. My full name is Cassandra Lynne Francis. I'm really open and sort of awkward, but isn't everyone? I love writing. It's always been a passion of mine. I hope everyone enjoys my work! more..

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