The walk to Darian academy was only a few blocks. Taggart had left early to get a few minutes of lab time in. He was well on his way to medical school, and his acceptance into Harvard, which had come before school had started, was the first step. Knowing what you wanted to do from a very early age was a blessing and a curse. Taggart had been singularly working toward the goal of getting into Harvard since he was seven. This means he had very little social life, no girlfriend, and very few friends. He always said he didn't need many friends because he had a perfect set of bookend best friends in Meckenzie and Kellan. He also claimed that when he was ready he'd have no problem getting a girlfriend, because what girl didn't want to marry a doctor.
Meckenzie had very little clues as to what she wanted to do with her life. She had considered the possibility of becoming a writer. She exceled at school politics, though she thought that might be in part to her being pretty and part of the schools trendy triplet population. Meckenzie thought it would be easier the closer she got to college. Kellan had always been the athlete, and had been recruited to play basketball at Stanford, Connecticut, Texas, Tennessee and several other schools. She had done several basketball camps in the last four years that had gotten her national exposure. Not to mention Kellan seemed to be getting faster and stronger the last couple of years.
Meckenzie had several acceptance letters in her room, but still had not decided which school she would attend. The thought of being separated from her siblings was a troubling one, but she knew that after this year, her senior year, they would all be going their own directions to start their adult lives. Meckenzie thought it might be worth it to go to NYU and just stay at home with her dad. He would be all alone in that big house once the trips went off to college.
The warning bell rang as Kellan and Meckenzie jogged up the steps. First period was the same for the trips; a Humanities block that involved English and Government. They slipped into their table in the back next to Taggart, and waited for class to begin.
As Mr. Humphries started the lecture involving the writing of Plato and the fact that the government was a republic and not a true democracy, the door opened to the class. Meckenzie felt him before he entered the classroom. It was a dull ache in her head that felt malevolent. The intake of air from the female population of the class could have sucked the oxygen out of the room. His tall, lithe body was clothed in designer fashions, dark hair framed a finely chiseled face, and the icy cold blue eyes staring back at Meckenzie could not be real.
As he handed Mr. Humphries a note, he scanned the class. Meckenzie flinched as a buzzing sound like a horde of bees began in the back of her head. She must have instinctively looked behind her. Kellan asked, "What's wrong?" Taggart reached over and touched her arm, the buzzing stopped.
Mr. Humphries mumbled, "This is highly unusual. Well, it seems we have a transfer student. Students welcome Tynan Rabe. He'll be joining us for the rest of the year. Though it is highly unusual to get a transfer mid semester, we'll try to make you feel welcome. You can take a seat in the back; I believe there is an opening at the Desmond table next to Kellan. Raise your hand Kellan."
Tynan snaked his way through the tables. Everyone watched him except for Meckenzie. She only felt a sense of dread and sickness.
As he sat down he smiled at the triplets, "Hi, I'm Ty."
Kellan not privy to Meckenzie's growing apprehension introduced them. "I'm Kellan; this is my sister Meckenzie and my brother Taggart."
Ty smiled and gave a little chuckle. "You all have Celtic names and an English surname." He said without expecting a reply. "My name is Celtic also, but my last name is German, it means Raven. I’m a bit of a language aficionado." Arrogance dripped from his last sentence like tar.
Meckenzie's head began to buzz again and instinctively she touched Taggart. The buzzing stopped. She focused on Mr. Humphries droning lecture at the front of the room and prayed for time to move a little faster.
When the bell rang for class change, Meckenzie thought that she might have to go home sick. As soon as she reached her next class, math or calculus as it was evilly know as, the buzzing had stopped completely. Meckenzie couldn't be for sure, but it seemed as if Ty had inflicted this debilitating buzzing upon her. It had started when he arrived and was gone when he had disappeared into the halls.
At lunch Meckenzie spotted Kellan headed for the front door.
"Kellan! Wait!"
Kellan flipped around "Hurry, I need to run home and grab my assignment for Ms. Thompson's class. I left it on the printer."
As the girls flew down the streets of New York headed toward Central Park, the buzzing started in Meckenzie's head. She slowed down a bit and looked around. She spotted Ty across the street staring at them. Kellan realized belatedly that Meckenzie had stopped. "Come on Meckenzie, are you ok?"
Just then, Ty turned and headed into a coffee shop. Meckenzie could have sworn she saw him laugh.
"Meckenzie, what are you looking at?"
"Did you see Ty over there? He was staring at us. I don't like this guy at all."
Kellan stopped and looked across the street, "I didn't see anything, now hurry up I have to get back to class. You sure are jumpy today."
"I just get this sick feeling and a buzzing in my head when he is around. Maybe it's lack of sleep."
"Or maybe it's a crush."
Meckenzie flinched in horror. She knew for sure there were no feelings of lust, love or even curiosity for Tynan Rabe. He was simply and most definitely evil.