Beggin'

Chapter 6

Clara

Homeroom came and went to fast, way too fast. Ethan and I walked towards our next class, me begrudgingly and dragging my feet. The bruises on my neck thrumming like music as I approached my first class with the three lunatics. At least Ethan was there. Nothing was going to happen, I would be okay.

They might not even be there, right? I mean they do look like the type to skip class and hangout by the parking lot.

I let out a breath of relief when I didn't see them already there and continued as normal, sitting in the back with Ethan so we could play uno instead of listening to yet another class of Mr. Davey's droning of what we'll be reading this year. I began dealing the cards just as class started and right on schedule Mr. Davey began to talk about what we'll be doing in January and February.

All was well until I felt a shiver on the back of my neck just as Ethan sat up in his chair a little, his smile going ridged. I refused to turn around and acted like I was contemplating my next move, one of them laughs softly.

"Hello Clara," one of them begins and the bruises on my neck turn cold, my pulse pounding. I don't bother to answer until three chairs are pulled up around me, blocking Ethan out and I'm surrounded.

"Mr. Davey told us to sit by you. He was swearing up and down that you were always listening, and on track, and such a great student. Praised you, and yet here you are playing games in his class," he tsks, "Not very nice of you, is it Clara?"

Goosebumps spreading everytime he says my name, I turn in the direction of the voice, curious to know which one exactly was talking to me only to find myself inches from the boy with dark curls and a scar on his nose.

"Who are you?" I whisper, his dark eyes not breaking eye contact as his lips form into a smirk and he leans down to whisper in my ear.

"Mattheo Riddle at your service," he purred, the smell of spicy cinnamon and alchohol engulfing me, and it takes everything I have not to breathe in too deeply.

I glare at him as he pulls away, and jump when a hand lands on my shoulder, it's Ethan. Concern and worry is etched in his face.

The boy with platinum blonde hair stares at Ethan's hand then Ethan and sneers so I accidently kick him in the shins as I turn to Ethan who's standing behind me. Thanks to the boys that are surrounding the rest of my desk.

"Are you okay, Clara?" he asks, his tone laced with worry as he glances at the boys.

I'm not sure how to respond and look around to find that I'm met with dark eyes, soft eyes, and stormy eyes all waiting for my next move when a cold hand slides over my knee softly, squeezing ever so gently as the blonde one speaks up for me.

"Clara's more than fine, so why don't you mind your own, Ethan," he sneers, his blue eyes on me the whole time.

With a gasp I knock his hand off my leg and stand up, taking Ethan's outstretched hand, stepping over the one that smells of cigarrettes and sandalwood. His eyes flashing as Ethan grabs my waist when I stumble into him, his bland smell of cologne no longer soothing, his hands although familiar, not wanted.

So I quickly straighten and follow him to his desk where he puts my chair down next to his. Exactly in the eye view of the physco's. Not a fun class, won't be a fun day either.

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