I didn't look, talk or touch any of them at school. I refused to be with them before, after or during school. These people or these things were going to mess up my chance at a new life. Like my ex boyfriend Liam*
I was staying late at school today even though it was a Friday. I had extra lesson with Mrs Argail, our mathematics teacher but after 25 minutes she still hasn't arrived. I crept out of her classroom holding my books close to my chest. I will admit I was still a little scared if what happened yesterday. I stared down the dark corridor and towards the main entrance... someone was standing there glaring at me. I tried to yell or run or at least do something, instead a small whimper exited my mouth. Agh! Great if I am going to die, I am going to look like a whimper. Whoohoo.
"Octavia Blake! What in the world are you doing here so late?" Omg it was just coach Finstock. "Umm.. I had an extra lesson with Mrs Argail." I said sounding more confused then coach's look. Why was he starring at me like that. He dropped his eyes and walked slowly towards me he placed a hand on my shoulder. "Octavia... Mrs Argail was found dead yesterday morning. When did you two arrange the lesson?" Dead. She is dead.
I staggered backwards. "Octavia when did you plan this lesson." Coach said more firmly.
"La...Last night..t." how is the possible. I cleared my throat and sounded more confident. "Sir, last night at about 11 o clock I got a whatsapp from her saying I needed a lesson and must be here at 5 the next day. I still don't know how she got my number but how could she have sent the message if she was... you know" coach looked me dead in the eyes. He looked scared and worried. "Blake. Go home. Go home now and DONT ANSWER ANOTHER MESSAGE FROM THAT NUMBER!" coach yelled. He sounded like my father... that is if I had one I would imagine him saying something like that.
When u got home. I raced to my bedroom and locked the door I could feel my heart pounding in my chest.. it was a fast and heavy thud. Who should I call? Should I even call someone? I had no idea. Someone was sending me messages trying to get me but why? I sat on my bed and tried to think about something else.
That's when I heard it. It was a small sound so delicate but heavy enough for me to hear. I crept downstairs with my pen knife in my hand. It was movement of feet across my kitchen tiled floor and stayed just behind the door. Someone came closer and I swung! "Whoa! Calm down!" Said a man's voice. I peeked out my eyes and saw a boy gripping my knife in his hands. How was he not injured.
"You're Isaac." I mumbled, remembering the boys familiar face. He grinned. "No I am Santa. You have been such a bad girl... Octavia? Am I correct about your name?" I nodded, he let go of the knife.
"Okay listen hear you creep. Question one. Why are you here? Question two . How did you find my house. Question three. Why didn't you knock. " Isaac looked puzzled but that faded and he looked down. "I sensed you were panicking and I thought maybe... you were in danger." Isaac said still looking down. "You sensed me?" I laughed at that comment. "What are you sidekick." Still laughing. He just looked up at me and I realised he was being serious.
"Can I stay here for a bit?" He asked trying to lighten the mood. "Ya? Ya yes!" I said still a little bit confused. I gestured for him to sit on the couch and he did. With me following. He kept glancing at all the pictures on my wall. "So Octavia Blake. Tell me about you and your family." Isaac said with a smile. He had a nice smile. "Umm... well it's just me and my mom. No idea where or who my dad is But my mother said he was an awful man and we are better without him but I have seen a picture of him once. He seemed okay. What about you?" I asked smiling back at him. He looked suddenly hurt. "Orphan." That's all he said. The tension grew. I looked down and apologized.
"Its okay. I like being alone."
"But you have lots of friends like Stiles and Scott and Allison." He smiled again.
"Hey can I say something creepy and strange." Isaac mentioned out of the blue. Other than you breaking into my house and me almost killing you what could be stranger? I thought. Instead I just smiled and nodded.
He pointed to a picture of my dad and mom on their wedding day. "That man he looks exactly like my father did and that picture. We had the EXACT same one."
