Heaven or Hell (Sequel to "Love or Lust")

Chapter 10:

I tapped my pencil on the wooden desk, rolling my eyes at Mr. Richardson's once again boring lesson, followed by a long sigh. My eyes scanned over the blank sheet of notebook paper that only had my name scrawled upon at the very top right of it. Glancing around, I noticed everyone else hard at work, scribbling away at their papers as the teacher taught, and I chuckled. My eyes soon flicked back to my desk, noticing small carvings in the old wood. I smiled a sly smile before beginning to carve a drawing of my own in it.

"Mr. Biersack!" Mr. Richardson's voice cut through my thoughts, causing me to groan and growl under my breath, my eyes staring into his, "Would you like to answer the question?"

"No," I snorted, earning a few snickers from some of the classmates around the room, "Would you?"

"Uh!" Mr. Richardson was taken aback by my attitude, and I smirked slyly. He focused his eyes on me, rage boiling inside of them. "Well, Mr. Biersack! I'll have you know that I've been a teacher here for-"

"Yeah, yeah," I cut him off, "I've heard it before, the whole 'I've been a teacher here for blah blah years and I've never had someone so disrespectful' speech, so save your breath. You don't look like you have a lot left."

At that, the whole room burst into laughter, followed by me joining them as well. Mr. Richardson's face burned with rage as his skin turned a slight red, anger washing over him. He clenched his fists tightly before storming up to my desk. "That is it! I've had enough!" He yelled directly in front of my face, his spit splashing all around over my desk. I smirked, "I want you out my classroom this instant! In fact, I want you out of this school by-"

Mr. Richardson stopped, blinking a few times as my smirk widened. He furrowed his brows, looking around with a confused look across his now calm face. "Uhm, what.. What was I.."

I snickered to myself; I hadn't used my fallen abilities in a very long time. No harm done, so who cares? My snickering soon stopped however as my phone buzzed in my back pocket. I slid my hand inside, grabbing it and unlocking it, showing an unknown number. Confused, I slid it open, reading:

[Meet in downstairs bathroom.]

What? Who is this? I thought to myself, now zoning out from Mr. Richardson's confused babbling to himself. I hesitantly responded:

[Who is this?]

Seconds after I sent it, I got an instant response. I quickly opened it.

[Now Andrew.]

At that my entire body froze, little shivers of fear running up and down my spine. Jennifer? I wasn't afraid of her, but my anger always got the best of me, which is what I was afraid of. I was afraid of myself when I snapped, and I didn't want to snap. I bit my lip.

"What was I? What was I saying?" Mr. Richardson's voice interrupted my worried thoughts, still standing in front of my desk.

"You were about to send Andy-"

"To the bathroom." I cut off, glaring at the idiot who opened his mouth. The small student closed his mouth and slumped into his chair withou another word, fear in his eyes.

"Oh, yes. Go right ahead." He mumbled as he motioned me to the door. I nodded and slipped outside of the classroom, jogging down the hallway quickly. My thoughts jumbled around inside my head as I dashed past classrooms, my speed picking up a bit.

Calm down, Andy. I thought to myself, slowing down. I glanced down at my hands, which started to shake a bit, and I shook my head, clearing my thoughts. I let out a long breath, Just breathe.

I calmed myself down slowly, taking deep breaths in and out, as I walked down the halls at a quick pace. My eyes looked up, relief washing over them as I watched the hall way lights stay the same bright color, no flickering at all. I glanced around, seeing no claw marks along the lockers, before swinging myself into the bathroom. My heavy combat boots came to a stop as I looked around; nobody?