Meant to Be (The Saving Angels 1)

“I know this is all overwhelming, but I am so glad you’re here,” he said simply.

“So am I.”

“I better head home. I need to get ready for class,” he said pulling away.

I frowned. I had forgotten for a brief moment that he worked at my school. What were we going to do about that?

Mark saw my frown. “What’s the matter?” He asked.

“You’re practically my teacher. I’m sure the Dean frowns on teachers dating students,” I stated.

Mark smiled in relief. “Krista, I’m only on a two month stint here. I don’t think they can tell me who I can and can’t date. I mean, we shouldn’t flaunt it or anything, but I don’t think it’s that big of a deal. If it makes you more comfortable we can keep it secret, so other students don’t find out.”

That could work. I wasn’t crazy about the idea of the other students finding out, but if we kept it secret it could work. We could make it through the next couple of months keeping our relationship quiet. Lying to my mom would be a different story, but I wasn’t ready to lay all of this on her now. We had always had a no lie policy and I knew from a young age, as long as I told the truth, punishments would be minimal. I would have to categorize this as more of a need to know basis.

“I think your mom’s up,” he said. “I better go if we are going to try to keep this secret.” He ran his hand down the side of my face one last time, and with one more backwards look, he turned and walked off. He was halfway down the street, when my mom opened the front door.

“Honey, were you talking to that boy?” she asked, looking at Mark’s retreating back.

“Yeah, he goes to my school. I saw him from my bedroom window and I came down to see what he was up to.”

“Krista, you know it’s dangerous to come outside and talk to strangers. You should have come and got me.”

“He’s okay mom, I met him in school yesterday.”

“What did he want?”

“Nothing,” I mumbled heading upstairs. “I need to get ready for school.”

I felt a wave of guilt starting to consume me. I hurried up the stairs trying to control the strong emotion. Need to know, need to know, need to know, I chanted to myself as I reached my room. Sitting on my bed, I waited for the guilt to begin to leave my body. Chanting had helped, as long as I was protecting someone, it was easier to curb my emotions.

I lay back on my bed as the last waves left me. Feline jumped up on the bed next to me, hoping I would scratch him between his ears. “I met my dream guy,” I told him, knowing my secret was safe with him. “He’s as perfect as I always imagined he would be.” Feline purred loudly as if he understood what I was telling him.

Chapter 5

Sam was waiting for me in front of the school like we had planned the night before. I got out of the car and waved her over. I might have to keep Mark a secret, but I could throw my mom a bone and introduce her to my first real friend.

“Sam, this is my mom, Cindy Miller,” I said as I introduced them.

“Hi. Mrs. Miller, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” Sam said in an enthusiastic voice.

I could tell right away that my mom was taken in by Sam. It was hard not to respond to her enthusiasm.

“We better go mom. We’ll see you after school.” We had made plans the previous night to get together again after school.

“All right, it was nice to meet you, Sam.” Bye honey, I’ll see you guys after school.” With one last wave she drove off.

“Your mom’s very nice,” Sam commented, as we headed toward the tree where we sat yesterday morning.

“Thanks, I think so too.”

“So, I’m dying to know….was I right?”

It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what she was talking about. “Yeah, it was him, and the dream was fantastic all the way up until the end.”

“He thinks there’s more to our connections…”

“Whoa backup, when did you talk to him? Can you talk to each other in your dreams now?” confusion colored Sam’s voice.