Hey! Sorry for the late update! Just sorta had a lil mental breakdown for two days, but I'm fine now!
I stirred, and rolled onto my left side, groaning as I fell out of bed. As I made epic impact with the floor, I yelped, rubbing my head. I stand up and make my bed, turning my alarm off. I then walk downstairs and made myself breakfast, though only ate a quarter of it before chucking the toast into the bin. I brushed my teeth and had a shower before changing into a green oversized hoodie. I then made my way to school, dreading what would happen. Not long before I got to my locker was I grabbed by my hood, then next thing I knew I had been abducted and shoved into a janitors closet, and was now getting the shit beat out of me. I must have passed out, again.
I woke what felt like hours later, my whole body was aching, but nothing compared to what had happened the other day. I exited the cupboard and made a run for the boys bathroom. I locked myself in a stall and felt my breathing transform into hyperventilation. I soon felt myself drowning in panic. I fumbled with my phone and shoved my earbuds in my ears, turning on 'Trenchh,' by 'Cavetown.' (A/N: I was actually listening to Trenchh by Cavetown whilst creating this chapter.) I soon calmed down, and stood up. No one had entered, but I didn't really care. I open the stall and hear the bell ring. I sigh,
'Late again..' I think to myself. I walk over to the mirror and messed up my hair so it hid my hair. Afterwards I grabbed my bag and fumbled through it for my black beanie. It had red demon horns on it with the words 'Devil Town.' Devil Town was the second most popular song by Cavetown. I walk out of the bathroom and head off to science. Science was the only class I looked forward to as Carlisle was in it, and the bully's are dead-scared of him. Only because Carlisle threatened them with a pocket knife in fourth grade when the started beating me up in the parking lot. I felt bad afterwards because Carlisle got a three day suspension for bringing a dangerous object to school, though I don't think the teachers took the knife off him as he hides it in his pocket in case they try something, though he semi-thinks they've stopped cause he hasn't witnessed anything. As I entered the classroom I felt eyes drift towards me and whispers start up. I felt like throwing up because I hate being stared at. I hid my face with more of my hair and went to sit at the corner of the room but the teacher grabbed the back of my bag and stopped me. I looked at him, fear rushing through my veins.
"No hats in class, Clover, you know that." Mr. Hampson says. A few others laugh softly. I feel relieved. Mr. Hampson always said that if you wear your hat in class he'd take it off you forever. Since that day, no ones worn their hat during class, except me. I'm pretty sure Sir could tell I'd been terrified of this happening, so he cut me some slack.
As I sat down I felt so tired that I just dropped my bag next to my chair and lay my arms on the desk and fell asleep with my head on my arms.
At least half an hour later I awoke to Carlisle standing next to my chair. The classroom was empty, and it was most likely the end of the day.
"Clover, wake up, Clo, its time to go home." He said. I lifted my head and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. As he walks me home, Carlisle stops me.
"You good?" He asks me. I nod, then he says;
"Some of the people from our homegroup class say their going down to Crusty Coves tomorrow, wanna come?" Crusty Coves was a cove at the beach and everyone thinks there's a some haunted dead guy in there. I though it was weird, cause Carlisle never liked Crusty Coves, but I think he just says that cause I'm not a fan of it. But what was even more weird was that Carlisle never cared about going to homegroup events, but I don't know.
I nodded. "Sure."
Hiiii ya'll sorry for late update, sorta lost track of time, but I have NAPLAN in a few weeks so I'll be late for a while. I wonder why Carlisle wants to go?? Find out in next chapter!!
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Teen FictionHaphephobia Immediate fear or anxiety when touched, or when thinking about being touched. Panic attacks, which can include an increased heart rate, sweating, hot flushes, tingling, and chills. Avoidance of situations where a person may be touched. ...