My Secret Killer

Chapter 12 - Snap

At school, rumours went around and of course, there were many twisted stories about what actually happened.

I was in the library studying, but even occupied, I was bored as hell. School was seeming more pointless to me as every day went on. 

The only thing that would occupy my mind and keep it intrigued, was the face of someone who covered it. Those eyes that stared at me like he wanted to kill me—Or whatever he wanted to do. What did he want to do? 

The library was in the centre of the double story building but it had an open layout. Downstairs, was where the actual library is, filled with bookshelves, a few couches, tables and computers, and in the corner, a staircase leading up to the top. 

While upstairs was the main study area. The counselling room where the well-being teacher worked, was the only room within the study and was the first door to your left. 

Many tables and chairs filled the study space, including a bench with charger points that lined up next to the Mezzanine balcony that looks over the  library. 

My favourite place to study is on any of the bench seats. From the mezzanine you could also see the fully open window that continued down from the top of the roof to the bottom of the first floor, so both the library and study room from could see the view of the yard and the fence with the forest behind. It made the area feel big and spacious and even the ceilings were high with decorative detailing. 

On the left and right side of the study and library, there were doors to enter the rest of the building that had classrooms. 

I liked our school library/study area. It's my favourite area in the entire school. 

I put in some music, and dig my head on my arms on the table.

I was half asleep when I notice that masculine voice. I don't know if Cole and I were friends, and if yesterday was just a one time thing, but unfortunately for him, it looks like the well-being teacher had found him. I find myself getting up. 

"I know you must be going through a lot. And if you ever need to talk, I'll be here. Alright? And here is a card for if you ever need a break. You an use it whenever you like in class" She smiles.

"Sure." He changes tone and winks. "Will do." He sarcastically says and walks off.

I laugh to myself. 

He was in the middle of rolling his eyes when I purposely walk up to him. "Sorry I couldn't shield you this time." I speak before he could run into me. 

He stops and looks down. When he realises it's me, he chuckles. "Why are you nice to me?" He asks me, like it's so hard.

"What?" I say, again.

"Well, sure. The teachers and well-being have to be nice to me. But not you. Why? I don't need your pity." He changes to cold whenever it's about his father.

"You sure know how to make friends at a school that already hates you." I spit at him. Is that really what he wants?

"I try my best." He tells me and I chuckle again. 

"Oh and Mr. Saccone-" the well-being teacher starts, walking out of her office again.

"Go." I tell him, and push his arm. He grabs my hand and pulls me with him as I huddle quickly behind him struggling to contain my laughter.

We slip through the door and down a hall. 

He suddenly whips me around the corner and I make a squeal. He covers my mouth, trying to hold back his laughter behind me.