Chapter 4

The three walked out of the school as the last bell rang. They had barely made it to their last class after Lawson drove as fast as he could, away from the Grill. Tracey had dried her eyes and sat in the back of the car with Preston. She clutched his hand still afraid. Preston looked down at her and frowned. What if it was her who had been attacked. Or Lawson, he wouldn't have been there to help.
Maybe I should just leave the Saltrova's alone. It's clear that Annalee wants nothing to do with me.Now they were heading to the arena. Preston had a short hockey practice with his friends. When Lawson pulled into the arena Preston cursed. "I can't practice today. I forgot my stuff at home."
"Again?" Tracey asked and sighed. "Oh well, we can sit in the bleachers together.
"Or we can just get ready for the party." Preston muttered. He didn't really enjoy parties.
"No, it's in five hours, I think we could enjoy watching the guys practice," Tracey insisted.
Or watch them workout,

Lawson got out and grabbed his hockey gear and made his way to the rink. Everyone was already waiting for him.
"Where's our captain?" Justin chuckled.
"Forgot his gear, again." Lawson said and went to change.
"Of course he did," Chase, another guy on the hockey team snorted. "He isn't even worthy of being captain."
Lawson pretended as if he didn't hear. He knew the guys didn't actually like Preston but he didn't get why they pretended. What about Preston made everyone want to be near him? He had the perfect life. The perfect girlfriend. The perfect everything.

Preston sat on the bleachers and watched as Lawson and the guys leaped from the benches and skated around the rink with ease. Lawson was directing his tea mates, which was usually Preston's job.
"Preston, I'm cold. Can you get us some hot chocolate?" Tracey pleaded.
Preston sighed. "Oh, alright." He got up and headed for the concession stand just outside of the rink. It was heated in their. Why can't Tracey just come watch the practice in here instead of getting me to get her hot chocolate?He waited in the line until it was his turn. The cashier waited patiently.
"Two medium hot chocolates." Preston said.
The cashier shook his head and began to make the hot drink. "Kids, no manners these days." He muttered.
Preston rolled his eyes and looked around while he waited. He saw Tracey waving her arms to someone on the rink. Lawson. Why is she waving to him? Did he score? It's just a practice. Not a game.
"Here." The cashier snapped him out of his thoughts and pushed the drinks towards him.
"Thank you," Preston said sarcastically and grabbed the drinks. He was about to enter the arena when he was startled and dropped one of the hot chocolates.

"Preston, right?" A man stepped out of the shadows. The man that had made him drop the drink. The man who had chased after Annalee and Lucas. Tyran.
"Y-yeah." Preston managed to stutter. Did he follow me?"Yes. I followed you. I came to ask you something," Tyran put his hand on Preston's back and guided him outside the arena and than shoved him into the concrete wall.
"How do you know Annalee and Lucas?" He snarled.
"I-I don't know them!" Preston coughed as he was pushed and the wind was knocked out of him.
"Lies! Why were you chasing after us?" Tyran demanded, his eyes cold and his hands balled into a fist. Preston shuddered. If he was willing to hit a girl he didn't want to know what he was able to do to a guy.
"Honestly! I just met Annalee today, I have a class with her!" Preston flinched as Tyran raised his arm. Ready to aim it at Preston's face. Tyran closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he re-opened them his eyes, which were a dark, almost-black brown, were now an eerie amber-yellow. Tyran sighed, spun around, and headed for the back of the arena until he eventually broke into a run.

Preston gulped and headed back to the skating rink. He had almost been killed by a man he didn't know. He made his way back to Tracey and sat down beside her. His eyes down.
"You were gone long. Where's the hot chocolate?" Tracey asked suspiciously.
"The line was way to long," Preston said without looking up.
Tracey looked over to the glass windows which lined the rink and spotted the concession stand. There was no line. She looked over at Preston. He looked guilty.
"Preston... is everything alright?" Tracey asked.
"Every thing's fine. Why're you so damn nosey?" Preston snapped, got up, and left. He hadn't meant to be harsh, and he hadn't meant to be that loud. The guys on the ice rink looked to the stands to see Preston storming off and a blank look on Tracey's face. Her eyes startled.

Preston stood outside for what seemed like hours. Soon he was followed by Lawson. "Hey, dude. Are you alright?"
"Of course I am, why is everyone so worried about me? I'm fine." Preston balled his fists. The truth was, he wasn't fine. He was frightened. Frightened for Annalee.
For Lucas.
For himself.
Tyran had scared him. Something about the tall man didn't seem right.
"Preston, what's bothering you?"
"Nothing, just leave it. I'll see you at the party." Preston said crossly and began to walk back to his house. Lawson shook his head. Something was up with his best friend. He had never seen Preston so angered or quick to snap before. Ever. Preston didn't bother adding. He knew Tracey wasn't completely loyal to him but he didn't care. As long as she acted like she was it was alright. He himself was always flirting with other girls while Tracey watched from the sidelines, unable to do anything. He thought as Lawson had pulled into the school.