Way Back To You-Completed

PART 2

After five hours, they were strolling through the volleyball court, when suddenly a grim voice, 'Pierre? Who's the new girl? Freshman?'

Pierre instantly turned and ran off in the opposite direction. Meranda turned around and peeked above Pierre's shoulder. A well-built, tallboy in gray overalls stood in front of her. His face was white as jade and had freckled cheeks, a well-sculptured nose as well as disheveled jet black hair. He was the perfect example of the chaotic, typical high schoolboy.

'Rudy, she is new. Her name is Meranda. She is a sophomore.'

Rudy nodded before lightly pushing her to one side and lazily strode ahead. 'Hey, I am Rudy. Nice to meet you.' 

He extended his hand but was only greeted back with a cold sneer.

'Okay. Where are you from? Wanna join my group?' Pierre rushed towards them and held Meranda's hand.

 'Uh! Rudy! She is new here. Maybe she will take some time to adjust.'He hummed in response when suddenly they heard a slow murmur, 'Trouble. Mr. Trouble.' 

Meranda turned and briskly walked off the volleyball court. The days that followed marked incessant remarks from his group and him trying to get her into a decent conversation. However, Meranda would only give one answer, 'Trouble.'

ONE MONTH LATER...

Knock! Knock!

'Who is it?' Meranda asked groggily.

'Call for me?' Meranda whispered. 

Pierre groaned at the noise and said, 'Just get it quickly.'

Meranda got down from her bed and ran to the call booth at the corner of the corridor. Her heart was beating fast. She answered, 'Hello?'

'Meranda listen, this is urgent. Your parents need you to come back home. This is a serious matter. Take the bus at midnight sharp. This bus will take you to your home street. Reach at the fastest before it is too late.' A broken, grumpy voice cried at the other end before the line went end.

Meranda panicked. She checked the clock on the other side of the call booth. There was only a quarter left to twelve. She felt the adrenaline rush and a cold sweat glistened on her forehead. She made a quick decision, before sliding through the corridor. She ran to the back of the dormitory and jumped off the low walls.

Meranda waited at the dark end street, waiting for a soul to pass by. It was eerily quiet. Suddenly, she heard the honking of a bus and she immediately waved her hand. The bus stopped in front of her and she questioned, 'Where is the heading to?'

'Marshall Homestead Street.'

'That's perfect. It is my home street.'

Saying so, Meranda jumped onto the bus. 

The interior of the bus was glowing with a soft, incandescent blue light. The entire bus was deserted. She took a window seat and slumped back into the seat. The fatigue of the rush finally took over and she finally fell into a troubled sleep.

...

The chime of morning bells stirred her up and her eyes fluttered open. She looked hazily through the window and recognized the familiar scenes of her neighborhood. She turned her head to inquire the driver when suddenly she shouted at the top of her voice. A pair of brown eyes stared at her blankly from the other side with his face supported by his hands.

'Rudy! Is this the way you stare at someone? You are watching me so intently like a predator watching his prey,' Meranda scolded while her cheeks flushed from the shocking encounter.