Enigma

BFF pt.2

It has already been a few months since Alessa came to this town- although everything started to feel a little off, I also noticed that my classmates were more distant towards me today more than they were before.
More than often, Alessa would borrow my phone to browse around the net since she doesn't have one. I don't really mind and all since nobody really texts me. I would often catch her going through my stuff saying she dropped something in, when I perfectly remembered I always leave my bag closed whenever I'm going to the restroom. I often found it weird how she'd always guess what I bought for lunch in the convenience store near my house, correctly when we lived separate ways from each other. 

But, what caught me off guard was the fact that these past few months, I always felt like I was being watched by someone, especially when we're walking home, I felt someone following us... Or... Following me. I always brush it off saying it might be a mistake or something, but sometimes I would often catch a glimpse of a person quite far from me hiding behind a car or a tree, observing, watching, or whatever it was that always crept the hell out of me. I couldn't get my finger down on it, but I started to have this gut feeling... That ever since Alessa came, something has never been quite right... Although I know it can not be her fault, I still can't help but feel uncomfortable and on guard whenever I'm with her.

"Hey! Let's play at the arcade again later!" She asked as we ate through our lunch. 

"Hmmm... No can do, gotta meet Roseanne later..."

She paused for a brief moment before she continued to scoop a few grains of rice off her fork. Puzzled by the pause she made, I took a glance and handed her a chocolate bar. 

"Why are you going to Roseanne's?" 

"Remember when Mr. Devoe told us to find a pair through the fishbowl thing? Roseanne and I got the same number"

"I thought your number was 14?" 

That was weird... Did I tell her about my number?
"Ummm... My number WAS 14... but Briar swapped with me so he could pair with his girlfriend or something..."

"Oh..." We continued to eat through the silence between us in such a warm and fuzzy afternoon. 

Our spot was under a huge ebony tree which covered about 3 tables here in the field. The field was vast and each tree is blooming with different shades of green. As I munch on my sandwich, I looked around the bleachers at the gymnasium a few miles from us. It became a habit of mine to observe people who I don't really give a damn about and, obviously, judge the hell out of them. Not a moment later, a group of 3 girls near the exit caught my attention. They were all caked in heavy makeup and long thick perms. They were wearing short skirts, unbuttoned polo- up until the cleavage area, and tight, knee-high socks; basically, every little thing that goes against the school rules. Damn, these hookers don't know the difference between a school and a club.

They were flirting with the basketball team that was supposedly practicing inside the gym, whatever their meaning of practicing is. Although it wasn't really my business and all, I can't help but wonder why the school hasn't given them an issue of warning or a major assault against the school rules, since they're already a walking figure of it, not that I care though. At least I'm fine being mistaken for a lesbian for what I wear; hoodie underneath my school coat, decent length of skirt, leather laced up boots with under the knee-length socks. I'd rather be a walking normie than look like a hooker here in school... Yeah, I've got a few piercings on both my ears, but I'm not so caked in makeup or perms. I chuckled at the thought of it.

"What's the matter?"

"Oh...it's those girls over there with the players"

"Hmmm... what about them?"