The Secret Demons

Chapter 3: Lucas

Dammit!

Dammit dammit dammit!!!

I ran into my wardrobe and looked frantically around for something to wear quickly but still didn't look like trash whilst grasping the timetable as well, seeing if I needed my sports kit today. No I didn't; but I did need it tomorrow. At least my fever was gone, I thought whilst I almost ripped one of my favourite tank tops with emojis scattered all over it off the hanger. I wasn't even looking at the skinny jeans I took as I began stumbling and hopping around the large house awkwardly as I failed my multi tasking skills, almost falling down on the tiled floor of the kitchen which I doubt would have been a great experience. As I finally got my black rucksack out of the corner of the living room just in case they gave me textbooks and exercise books, which I never liked carrying in my hands everyday, they would always fall or start to slip from my grasp. I grabbed my crimson ribbon tied to a polished wood stick that is often used in rhythmic gymnastics which I was hoping I could use and practice with after school in the hall secretly. I felt extremely lucky that I just happened to grab the most flexible pair of jeggings I owned so that I didn't need to change to do some practicing.

I did a once over in the giant mirror in the bathroom and stuffed a mint chewing gum into my mouth so It would freshen my breath up without having to waste time brushing my teeth, after all, nothing looked bad and it wouldn't actually harm me if I missed brushing my teeth once. Or twice. I grasped my keys and hurried out the door, used to the weird looks I kept getting whenever I passed now, even though, if it was a scale from 1 to 10, it went from ten to about three or four, I guess they got used to the three headed monster now. I ran so fast that my face felt like it was in heaven. It was a very hot day today and having this fresh wind blowing onto my boiling face was so pleasureable, I wish I could create a fan right there and then I could hold there and I didn't have to move. Life would be heaven and you would have to take it out of my dead cold hands on days like this.

Once I reached the familiar red and black sign that read 'Satano High School' I slipped my trainers off and put my flats back on I put in my bag so I could run without my feet aching from the discomfort. I checked my watch whilst doubling over down from pure exhaustion, happy that I made in less than double the time it would have taken me otherwise. My hand still hurt a lot and I didn't help that I forgot to pick up the bandages that were probably left on the floor when I fell in the hall yesterday. Because that guy was in the way.

That cocky little brat.

I sighed and shook my head, not wanting to think about those eyes that captured me and entranced me the second j looked at them, dragging me deeper into the pools of jade and emeralds all contained intensely into his irises. Why did that beautiful body and face have to have that personality? He looked like a playboy yet didn't at the same time. Sure, he had two slutty teen girls draped on each side of him, but he looked like he wasn't interested in them; he looked like he didn't even acknowledge them, let alone care for or about them. I looked around confused.

There were loads of people just stopping and staring and glaring at me like I did something to offend them. "Excuse me," I hissed whilst closing my eyes. I was finding it hard to to wring every single persons neck and squeeze the answer to 'why the hell was every one in this freaking town staring and glaring at me for no reason' out of their scrawny little necks. "But what the HELL are you all staring at?" I gave everyone a glare back, but they just shrugged and left, some of them looked like they were trying themselves not to murder me right here right now, whilst some of the smaller, more shy ones just turned away and started scurrying off, scared at my glare.

"Because you're an interesting girl, Charlotte Evans." A deep voice whispered into my ear, their lips brushing against my earlobe, setting my face on fire. I froze like ice as I faintly recognised the voice. Suddenly, a lean, muscular blonde who looked my age waltzed over to me and smiled warmly at me, flashing his perfect array of white teeth. I jumped slightly, surprised at the sudden loud sound. I heard a 'hmph' behind me but as I finally turned around, a black, tall figure brushed past me, creating a tiny breeze to crawl slowly across my face, sending tingles across it. "Hi! You must be the new chick. Charlotte, right?" I turned back around to face him and i got stubborn again for some unknown reason.