The thing about Troye

13

I sit, dumbfounded. I can't even comprehend what's going on.
Before I know what I was doing, I grab a jacket and slip out the door, following Troye. It's raining outside, and impossibly dark for a morning. Strange weather for October. As I shut the door and lock it behind me, I recall what Korey said earlier about the weather and bad luck, and stare guiltily at his door. I pull my hoodie over my school button up, then creep along the school's walls, hoping and praying he wouldn't look back. Luckily, as we crept closer and closer to the school's outskirts, he didn't cast a single backward glance in my direction.
I try keeping my footsteps light as possible, but if he goes into the woods- it's going to be nearly impossible to stay silent.
As we enter the woods, I try not to stumble through the underbrush, but I'm so worried that I'm clumsier than usual. I trip a little and duck behind a thick bush when Troye swiftly turns towards the sound I've made.
He pauses, squinting in the shaded afternoon light. His face is suspicious and worried.
I try to keep from trembling or moving, or even breathing too loud, and just as quick as it started, he looks away and continues walking in determination.
I keep my distance from the Australian boy and use the outdoors as a sort of way to try to collect my thoughts. They bounced around my head like popping kernels, and I feel a headache is coming on.
Troye and I have walked much past the property of the school now, and the trees and foliage are thicker, and I keep losing track of him through all the green. The north woods, I think.
We're in the north woods. Why here? Why not take his car to his family? I stop following him for a second and take in my surroundings. It clicks. My dream took place here. I'm not sure this was such a good idea.
Sighing silently, I follow him for ages, trying to shake the bad vibes.
He would stop, I would duck. He would hesitate, I would freeze.
It stayed this way until I started getting a weird, indescribable feeling.
I feel dizzy and lose sight of Troye.
His feet ache and the hairs on the back of his neck never went down. Goosebumps raised and stayed as well.
I want to turn back. I can't.
The flashback of my dream was too real, too familiar.
I'm in my nightmare now.