Steal My Soul

11 | bobbi

Bobbi

When the second to last school bell rings I rush to my locker. My mind races as I collect my textbooks and rearrange the items in my locker, extra lip glosses, snacks, and clothes. I usually took my time during the fifteen minute breaks from class to class because it was a nice break from the classroom where you were staring at your screens all day and listening to your teacher's lecture.

But Darius Quimby has been following and staring at me all day. At first, I thought I was just paranoid, that it was just my nerves. Being alone all day can do that to you. Makes you think of things that aren't truly there.

Yet when I turned to look over my shoulder he was standing a few feet away from me, his eyes directed towards me. He started walking over and my stomach churned. My breath quickened, flooding me with nerves.

What did he want with me? That kid always gave me the creeps and he used to seem to always be invisible, slipping through the shadows, and now he was everything. I slam my locker closed and walk briskly to my class.

At least here I could avoid him. Everyone was staring at me and when I looked up I was met with icy blue eyes. Darius Quimby was standing in the middle of the classroom, a few feet away from my desk staring at me. My teacher didn't even question why he was there, just cowered behind his chair and started whimpering.

He walked over and lowered his head to whisper in my ear, "Meet me at the school basement after your class,"

He placed a note on top of my desk. I nodded my cheeks growing warm. Why did he want to go down to the basement? To kill me?

I still might be one of the only people here who knows who he truly is. I didn't have to go meet him but I was more scared of what would happen if I didn't. After class, I followed his instructions to the basement very carefully.

When I passed the teacher's lounge and the broken vending machines covered in cobwebs I entered a tiny hallway with flickering lights. I sniffle as my legs threaten to collapse underneath me. I should have at least told Ken where I was going, maybe this would be my last moments on earth.

I pushed open the splintered wooden door and went down the stairwell, using my phone as a flashlight. Each step groaned under my weight. When I reached the final step, I entered a dark cold room. Darius walks up from the corner, his hands behind his back.

"I know you have been burning the letters that Ken and Asia have been sending each other throughout the years,"

My jaw hangs open and I click my tongue in irritation. "Who the hell do you think you are accusing me of something like that," I snapped.

My heart hammered in my chest, my skin buzzing. He unsheathed a burnt piece of paper from his back pocket. I snatch it away from him.

I sigh. "What do you want?"

"Asia," he says.

I raised an eyebrow. "Asia?"

"I want you to help me get her to fall for me,"

My heart flipped in my chest. This could be a good thing. If Asia got together with Darius, Ken would be free to be mine. But Darius wouldn't be enough to keep Asia away from Ken, I needed something else. But this was a good start.

"Fine," I say.

"You'd help me?" He answers.

"We both know I'm not doing this for you. I'll help you get Asia to fall for you as long as the letters and my love for Ken stay a secret," I say.