A Total Nightmare

Chap. 1

 

It has been a week since that night. It still bothers me. No matter how hard I try it comes back to me. And I end up catching myself looking over my shoulder. I had deleted the message the next morning.  I couldn't keep looking at it every time I'd open my phone. So. I did what I thought best and dared to forget about it. That night. But it still tries to haunt me. But I won't let it. I'm strong..... 

I walk to Danver High here in Chicago. My best friend. No. boyfriend. Who's name is Matthew, or Matt for short. Walks with me. We catch up  as usual, with things about our lives. Our weekends. But I couldn't bring myself to tell him about that night. Even though he's my boyfriend. I just didn't want to worry him. Nor my mom. I try to shrug off the memory and keep walking. Acting as if everything is fine and nothing happened. "So... Uh. Jamie. How's it been. I know that soon you and I will be going to college and I uh.... Was wondering what you'd be doing. You know. Like. What you wanted to be." Matt asks. As usual with a mischievous glint in his gorgeous brown eyes. "Oh! Uh... I'm not sure yet. Mom said said she'd help me once I graduate. But me and you still have at least a year. So..... Why rush?" He smiles. Man. His smile. Pearly white. An angel practically. Well. In my opinion. Mainly because he's. Like. The hottest boy in the whole school. Too bad I'm not that popular. Although, it makes me wonder... Why did he fall for me? Usually boys or girls fall for each other because there's something specific about them that they like about the other. But Matt never said why. So. I never bothered to ask. ️"So. You're telling me that you have no plans. Whatsoever?" "Well I wouldn't exactly say that.... Just. Uh.. I'm being wise about my time I guess. What about you? What do you want to be or do?" He stops walking for a moment to think. He always has this.... Thing. About him when he thinks. It's kind of... I don't know. Cute. Maybe. But that's just my opinion. Yet again. "Well.... I was thinking...  Maybe I could follow in my father's footsteps. You know. The technology. The inventing. All of it." I tilt my head and smirk. "Did your dad give you a choice?" He raises his hands defensively. "Hey. It was all me this time. I want to continue what my dad calls his 'legacy'. You know?" I raise my brow in suspicion. "Yea. uh huh. Sure... It was All You're idea.... " he punches me playfully in the shoulder and starts walking again. "Ok. Ok. Just come on or we'll be late. Again." " don't you mean you'll be late?" I tease. "Oh sure. Blame me. Like it was all my fault." We both laugh almost all the way to the school. It's good to have friends. Especially a boyfriend like him.... Funny. Really. I thought I'd never love anyone ever again. Not after.... Never mind. You don't want to know. Anyways.... We walk up the steps and inside the chaotic building and get ready for a crazy week of school. I avoid the bullies. The cool kids. Or anyone who would decide to cause me problems. But as I walk to my locker, after me and Matt go our separate ways for now, my eye catches the one boy I promised myself I'd never see again. What was he doing here in the school?! He goes to like. Shigoto High over in Maplesville. And that's like. Several miles from here! Like. Not even close to here. I quickly look away. Hoping he doesn't see me. But it's too late. Even as I hide my face in my locker, he walks over. That look. Those eyes. Ugh. It's terrifyingly and beautifully handsome at the same time. "H h hey, Shiro.... How's it been?" He studies me. I can sense it. His calculating steel blue gaze boring into me. "Hello, Jamie. I was wondering the same of you." I slowly pull my head out of my locker and look at him. Man. It's intoxicating. I'm surprised no girls had come over to him and tried drag him away. He's like. Famous. Popular here in Chicago because his father owns this huge business. A scientific and research company, called Hirugoto Industries. I think Matt said his dad had worked there for a few months to help with something. But I don't remember. So I'll have to ask him again sometime later. "What are you doing here? I thought you went to Shigoto High." He steps back to give me some space. He smiles but it's not that smile I remember. It's.... Cold. But why? Yes, we broke up a year or two ago now. But that's because... Never mind. But. Why? What had changed. He used to be kind and caring. That is until he went silent. Wouldn't talk to me or anything. And soon I had found out something. Something about him that apparently he didn't want anyone to know. So. I broke up with him. Then that's when he completely cut off our communication. But why now? Why show up? He hates me. And I fear him. If he thinks he can- something he says jerks me back to reality. "What? What did you say? Sorry. Zoned out." He sighs and rubs the bridge of his nose. "I was telling you why I was here. But it seems you've...." He studies me again and then continues. "Lost interest in this conversation or something." "I- no! I didn't- I just was deep in thought... But anyways... What did you say?" "I told you that I was here because my father thought it best I come back and uh... Apologize for how irrational I was. Especially after we... Broke up." For a spilt moment I see regret or pain in his eyes. But just as it'd come. It disappears. "Oh. uh.. You don't need to. I forgive you. It's just.... I didn't expect you to be.... Here. Again. After you dropped out of the school." He sighs. "It... Wasn't my choice. My father can be... Picky. I guess. On where I go. What I do. You get it..." I look away. "Yea..." When I look up back at him. His expression is soft. Kind like it used to be. I relax and let the good memories between us flood back to me. To be honest? I missed him. But. After... What had happened... I keep reminding myself that it was for the best. Besides. His father hates me. For some reason. "So..." I finally say after a long silence. "Are you staying here for good? And what classes do you have?" He thinks for a moment and grabs a schedule out of his backpack. He then looks at it. "I have the same classes as you. How.... Convenient." The way he says that.... It's like he's aggravated or excited or something. That we are classmates again. I seriously don't understand boys. And. Never will... Oh well. "That's.... Good. I guess." He just gives me a curt nod and puts the schedule back in his backpack. "You know... Your like the smartest here at the school. A genius. Well.... Second to Matt and me. Not to be rude." "No offense taken. I know you.... You are smart. Sometimes I envy you. And maybe Matt sometimes. But enough about that. I think we should get to class before we're late. Oh. And how's Matt been?" His tone is now cheerful again. And I'm glad. Seeing him.... Like that. Cold. It sends shivers down my spine for some reason.... A memory tugs at me but I ignore it. I want to enjoy having my other best friend back. It's good to have him back....