Guardians: The Girl by Lola St.Vil
Publication date: January 9th 2012
Genres: Fantasy, Romance, Young Adult
Sitting there in the car, a part of me bitterly resented what she was doing to me. I knew it wasn’t her fault. But does she have to be so… alluring? I need to focus on something else besides the spot between her earlobe and neck. It looked so soft. Her lips were slightly parted as she looked out the window. I wanted to part them further with mine. I put both my hands on the steering wheel. I could not allow myself to let go until she was out of the car. Suddenly she leaned in and kissed me. It was far better than I could even begin to explain to you. I’ve fought and died a slow and painful death on earth. And nothing, NOTHING can compare to how hard it was for me to pull away from her lips. I don’t think any angel could to do it twice in a lifetime…
She has been commissioned to write for ABC, CBS and Princeton University. She won the NAACP award for her play "The Bones of Lesser Men". In addition to being nominated for LA Weekly awards. Her work has also received positive reviews from The LA Times, Variety and LA Weekly.
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Miku introduced me to the girl. “Marcus, this is Emerson Baxter. She’s gonna help us save the world.” I looked her over quickly. She was too short. Her hair was a tangled mess. Her T-shirt had a cartoon pig on it and was ugly and ill-fitted.
I wanted her.
I wanted to touch her. My eyes wanted—needed—to see her again, to do nothing more than to spend the rest of forever getting to know her. Angry at my visceral reaction, I forced every part of my body to stay put and focus.
What the heck is going on? Why can’t I focus? I squeezed my eyes shut and opened them again. No, still can’t make out the words in front of me. There was a buzzing in my ear, a painful sound that came from looking away from her. I didn’t ever want to look away from her.
I didn’t talk to her, I talked at her. I never took my face away from the Muse. I told her that we needed to know everything about her and that she had to stay in crowds. The Akons could not attack her in crowds. She told me that they came after her already. That enraged me.
Then she said she wanted to go home. I wondered what her home was like. What kinds of things she liked. Was she the girly type with tons of teddy bears and scented writing paper? Or the rock ‘n’ roll poster type who had no problem breaking the rules? What was her favorite song? Where was she when she first heard it? Who was she with when she first heard it? Was she with friends? Family? A guy?
Oh no, what if there’s a guy in her life?
Excerpt # 2
Ameana came over to me and sat on my lap. She wrapped her hands around my neck. I lifted my head and looked into her face. After all this time we still have secrets the other has yet to discover. Looking in her eyes, I was certain there were things she hadn’t told me. I was also aware of how much I enjoyed being in her embrace.
She leaned in closer until our lips were almost touching. She never kisses me first. She likes to test me to see if I can get close to her and not kiss her. I never pass the test. I cannot be that close to her and not touch her. I moved in and closed the gap.
Her lips are soft and giving. She leans in and kisses my ear and down my neck. I gently return the favor. I’m slightly more forceful in kissing her than she was in kissing me.
I know it’s about to happen, and I know she hates it, but I can’t stop myself. I was about to make her Shine. A Shine is a hickey on an angel. A hickey on a human is actually a broken blood vessel that appears after a love bite. Since angels don’t have blood, what appears comes from the glow and pureness of our souls. It’s silver and luminescent. Also, instead of appearing on our necks, for some reason, it appears in our hair.
Sure enough, the moment I pulled away from her, a long strand of Ameana’s hair started glowing. Within seconds her head was completely illuminated.
“I’m sorry, Mimi,” I said ruefully.
“Yeah, you look really sorry,” she laughed.
Good, Marcus. This is good. Kissing Ameana and not thinking about the human. That’s very good. Yeah, I’m not thinking about her at all….
Excerpt # 3
She doesn’t move and inch. I sigh and get down on the floor beside her.
“Emmy, I miss you.”
“What?” she asks in a weak voice that cracks as she speaks.
“I miss you.”
“Since I met you I have been unable to count in days. I can only count your eyes. How long until I see your eyes again? That’s the only clock I have in my head.”
“You are just using my feelings for you so I can help you save the world. Screw you. Screw the world,” she says flatly.
“My interest in you is a thousand times more than what it should be. How could you not know that I am in love with you? Everyone else does.”
“I’m just a stupid human you have to pretend to be interested in. Get out.” She puts her head down.
“You blow on your ice cream before you eat it. When you watch horror movies and the scary parts come up, you close your cat’s eyes along with yours. You have a picture you took of me on your cell and don’t think I know about.”
“So, what’s the point, Marcus? What’s the point of any of this?”
“I was gonna ask you to face the world because I love you. And you love me. But how can I ask you to do that when I have a girl and can’t be with you?”
She looks at me. She has no response. There was nothing she could have said that the two of us didn’t already know. I take her hands. She had started crying. I wipe her tears away with my hand.
“I can’t save the world, Marcus. I’m not strong enough.”
“You can’t save the world, you don’t know the world. So you have to focus and narrow it down to the people you do know—your mom, your uncle, your neighbors. You have to fight for the people that you love. You. Have. To. Fight.”