A/N
For any one reading this, i wrote this chapter cause i was bored😐 and held up in a lame ass meeting i wasn't even paticipating in🙄 and had no fucking clue what the hell was going on😫......well enjoy🤗.
Fear is a ficiton caused by the brain in order to react to certain situation.
It ain't real, until you make it to be.
-Rose
Cyrus
Two days after
BELL!
"Okay class our next lesson will be based off Japan" my F.E Lit teacher Ms Spencer said as we excited her class.
"Bye Bye" she waved a cheerfull smile on her face
I strolled out taking my sweet time, i hummed a simple tone rocking my head back and forth to it.
And like in every chessy novel there is always that one cliché part.....well here's mine.
A tall figure rush past mistakely bumping into me. The figure's things fell and he bent down picking them up apologizing in japanse at the same time.
"Goman~
I just stood there with a bored look on my face, clicking my tongue in annoyance.
"Tsk"
Elliot stared at me with a frightened gaze like a deer caught in a headlight and for some twisted reason that brought me intense pleasure.
A sadistic smile formed its way to my lips, a mischievous glint shinning in my blue eyes.
"Found you"
Just those two words caused a visible reaction from him as he gulped using his dark hazel eyes to search for a way out.
After our little encounter in club9 two days ago he'd been avoiding me like a plague it didn't bother me just made me a tad bit irritated.
Beads of sweats formed right under his semi bandage forehead.
"I....uh.....have...F.E Lit now, ma...maybe some other, other time we can....uh talk" he said shuttering, it was clearly visible he was lying, anyone with eyes could see that even he knew his lie was pathetic.
Before even giving me time to respond he raced past me and the so called F.E Lit lecture room making a swift turn.
"What did you do now?, ehn Cyrus, you scared the poor guy shitless" Blake asked standing beside me arms crossed trying to be intimidating.
It wasn't working.
"I dunno" i shrugged half heartedly.
I gave the place Elliot had just made a turn to one last look before heading for my next class.
Chemical science 3.4 aka 'Chemistry'
Aka 'pure misery'
We weren't having a practical class which was normally held in the labs instead we were having a theory class held in the students auditorium.
Blake was a 6'2 guy with chest nut hair and forest green eyes, his pupils having a rich honey due ring round it.
He was what other girls described as hot, having a boyish and greek god charm, he could get any girl or guy he wanted.
His square rimmed black glasses rested firmly on his silghtly pointed nose.
"You say that every time then two days later the same person ends up dead in a ditch" he stated matter-o-fact, i rolled my eyes at him.
