Silverlighters by Ellem May Read Free Book Online Page B

makes you feel as though you already know them. That makes you want to get closer.
    It’s not something I can explain with any clarity. But it’s what I felt when I first saw the boy who would soon change my life in ways I’d never imagined.
    He was on the edge of the cafeteria, glaring at Jonathon and the others. He had thick, black hair that was hanging slightly below his strange, silvery eyes.
    I could actually see them shining from where I was sitting. Not in a creepy way, it was more that his eyes reminded me of the moon. Both dark and silvery at the same time.
    A darkness seemed to surround him, somehow both exciting and frightening.
    He was sitting on a table, his feet on the seat, wearing jeans and a black leather jacket. He didn’t look much older than me, but something about him seemed older than time. Like he knew things no one else knew. Dark secrets lurked in his eyes.
    He reminded me of a sleek black panther, the way he sat there, watching, observing. The dangerous energy surrounding him exuded a sense of expectation. Like something was about to happen.
    “Who’s that?” I nudged Beck, harder than I meant to, and jerked my head in his direction.
    I swear, it was as though he felt me looking. There was a strange, knowing look on his face as he caught my eye.
    I turned away, confused by the feelings he evoked in me. Feelings that made my reaction to Jonathon pale into insignificance. What I felt for Jonathon was immediate and strong and confusing and – if I was completely honest with myself – stirred feelings in me no other boy had stirred before. It was like Jonathon had a direct connection to my hormones.
    But this – this boy – somehow I felt that I knew him.
    “Where?” Beck asked.
    Steeling myself, I turned, something inside me awakening.
    But he was gone.
    I thought I saw a shimmer in the air – a silvery haze – but when I blinked, it was gone.
    A fierce and unexpected surge of disappointment surged through me.
    “Never mind,” I whispered.
    Deep inside me there was a place I usually tried to ignore. It consisted of an empty ache that sometimes threatened to consume me. I’m not sure when I first became aware of it. I always assumed it was the hole my mother’s death had left.
    But right then – at that moment in time – it thudded dully.
    Beck nudged me, and I looked up.
    Jonathon was watching me, his brow raised slightly. They all were.
    This time I didn’t look away. I wasn’t going to let Madison intimidate me.
    “Wow – what did you do?” Beck asked.
    I shrugged. “Um – I don’t know. I sort of ran into Madison and Jonathon this morning. Then she saw him talking to me at my locker.”
    “Madison probably put them up to it,” Melissa said. “She’s always playing mind games.”
    “She’s not the sort of girl you want to get on the wrong side of,” Chris warned.
    I shrugged, uncomfortable with the attention, and was glad when the conversation returned to the weekend.
    After lunch Jonathon was waiting at my locker.
    “Careful,” I warned, still thinking about the boy with the strange silvery eyes. “Might become a habit.”
    “Waiting for you?” Jonathon leaned closer, his words whispering past my ear. “I can think of worse things.”
    I was secretly pleased by his comment. Just being this close to him made me feel a little giddy and breathless. It also helped push the empty ache away a little.
    He smiled – a friendly smile that reached his eyes this time.
    I felt myself softening. Damn hormones were getting the better of me.
    But it was more than that. Jonathon seemed more relaxed this time – not so cocky. I found myself wondering if it was some sort of defense mechanism. If maybe just being near me made him feel as nervous as I felt.
    Or maybe it was because Madison wasn’t watching.
    Or so I thought.
    “Déjà vu,” I murmured as Madison headed straight for us, a furious scowl on her face. “What’s with you two, anyway?”
    “Absolutely