Finger Guns

4

The day was very hard to deal with. Stacy never knew what it was like to avoid someone. She had never got into a dating scandal or been bullied – a miracle considering she was the unluckiest one in town – so this was a new experience for her. As soon as the class ended she jumped from one corner of the room to the other. It was like being Flash for a day. Unfortunately, she couldn't avoid the blond everywhere she went.

It annoyed her that he had taken the same major as her with almost similar subjects. English. Suddenly Stacy hated her choice for the major. It wasn't unusual though. She hated a lot of things on a daily basis.

On normal days she'd have lunch and spend all of her free time with Joseph but this day was different. Stacy stayed put in the washroom, hunched over a book at the corner of the library and sat in the choir class. She realized this must be how introverts and those with social anxiety lived. Anxiety was at an all-time high today. She really wanted to go home and that was a first too. Her last class was a German class which thankfully the blond hadn't taken. She eagerly waited for the class to be over so that she could run home as fast as her fat feet could allow.

It was 2:30 pm. Finally time to go home.

Stacy jumped on her feet and literally raced out of the university. The place was so huge and filled with students. She cursed under her breath as she dodged and continued her sprint. About thirteen minutes later, she was heaving and walking home. There was no one around her and she was potentially free from any confrontation.

As music played in her ears, she swayed to the rhythms of Money Trees. For some reason this song by Kendrick Lamar always stuck with her. Not because she could relate to it, because she understood it and felt bad about it. It gave her something to think about in times when she was a blank slate. Joseph absolutely detested raps she listened to.

~ Pots with cocaine residue,
Every day I'm hustlin' ~
~ What else is a thug to do
When you eat cheese from the gov-

A loud horn disturbed Stacy from her musical trance. She removed her headset with the music still going on and heard the sound of an engine.

"What the fuc-" She began to speak in irritation and stopped midway.

The blond was right before her. On a FUCKING BIKE. Of course he owned a bike too. He must have been one of the rich kids after all. He had a typical black leather jacket on him and obviously no helmet. Helmets totally ruined the bad boy vibes, didn't they? While he smiled an even-teethed smile, Stacy made a gargling sound from the pits of her throat.

Must be the sound of fear.

"Wassup?"

She wanted to throw up is what. He somehow looked giddy with pleasure at the sight of her. Stacy knew it wasn't beauty which made him happy. Finger guns popped in her head and her heart beat started to race. Her headset continued to play Money Trees. It could be heard with clarity. The blond peered down at it and gave her an I-am-impressed raise of eyebrows.

"Didn't know girls listened to those kinda music," he remarked.

"You must not know them very well then."

Stacy hated how even and calm his voice was. Made hers sound like a grandmother suffering from dementia.

The blond chuckled softly. She knew this must be how bullies intimidated others who were weaker than them. The use of laughter in an evil manner and acting tough with the contrast of bold black and dark expressions. Stacy made a mental note to write an essay on this and ask Mr. Jonathan what he thought about her observation. However, she was clever and did not need to be afraid at all. He couldn't touch her in broad daylight even if the streets were empty.

He brought his gorgeous, gorgeous brown eyes on her and his face lost all the humour.

"Don't you think we have something to catch up on?" he hinted.

Fuck my observations.

She was heavily intimidated by the guy.

At that moment she wanted a car from the Harry Potter world to magically apparate before her and carry her to the safe depths of Hogwarts. That didn't seem likely so Stacy did something very, very stupid.

It was so stupid she mentally ran a train over herself.

She punched the blond guy straight in the face, stole his keys from the ignition and ran off. She had been eyeing the key since a while. It seemed to work in the movies. The comedy ones at least.

"NO," She shouted away.

Fitness was not one of her greatest traits. Adrenaline was though so she felt very confident in having a decent speed in. Stacy dared not look back so she ran as fast as her legs could allow her. They were in pain and he caught a stitch at the side of her stomach. It hurt like hell.

Yes yes yes you can outrun him woohoo!

Stacy's celebration was short-lived. She was slowing down and could only hear her ragged breathing. Even so, she also heard the hard footsteps that seemed to come from behind her.

"For fuck sakes," She cursed for the umpteenth time that day.

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Another chapter yay. 

Boy, I've been having bad bad period cramps like waves of short, intense earthquakes. And that is a rare for me. But good luck!