The giant finally took pity and lowered the novel, so that it was in reach.

I took it and placed it back in the locker. I never stopped glaring at him as I did so.

"I have had enough of you today." I huffed as I slammed my locker dramatically.

The bell for the end of lunch filled the empty hall.

Before the bustling crowd of noisy students filled the hall, Stone lowered his head and uttered gruffly "See you tonight, Medusa."

People flooded into the corridor from either side of us, but I could not focus on any of them. I could not focus on anything else but the broad shoulders looking gown on me

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I questioned with widened eyes.

He did not answer. He took off down the hall towards the exit of the school but not before stealing another look at me over his shoulder.

Chapter Five

"So, are we going for horror or action?" I asked while sprawled out on Lana's living room sofa, holding up two DVD cases "I think we should watch an action film for a change."

Lana shook her head before sheepishly insisting "They are doing a showing of a Barbie movie on the kids station."

"We have seen all of them a thousand times. They are all the same." I sighed "Girl finds out something bad has happened and then discovers her magical powers. Girl defeats bad guy and gets with good guy. It is not going to change or get any more interesting the more we watch it."

"Please." She begged, putting her hands together while sending me a pleading smile.

"The things I do for you." I huffed out as I threw the two DVD cases on the floor.

She grinned while letting out an excited "Thank you."

"It is fine. Die Hard has many flaws anyway. Like Bruce Willis climbs up elevator shafts and through vents and then he comes out with his shirt looking fresh from the store" I explained before an idea popped into my head "I have a theory."

Lana rubbed her at temples while letting out a small groan "Not one of your theories."

Theories were kind of my thing. Sometimes a weird hypothesis or thought would come into my head and I would either explain it to her or I would write it down. I even used to have a blog where I would share my ludicrous theories with the few people that chose to follow my wacky site.

"Die Hard was out in nineteen-eighty-eight. A massive decade for the laundry detergent business. At this time, all companies were promising squeaky clean clothes." I stated before going on to theorise "I think in the movie there was probably a deleted scene with Bruce Willis cleaning his clothes with this top brand cleaning product before he gets caught up in all that Christmas drama."

Silence fell between us as Lana stared at me wide-eyed.

"We have been best friends for ten years, Ella." She shared vocally "And I am still not any closer to knowing what goes on in that head of yours."